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She can’t truly do anything about this predicament. But she could certainly make it less bad if she learned not to move.
Lottie Appreciates the Finer Things
Jesus, did Shaylene have the perfect ass for this pose. Lottie was trying to play it all calm and cool and confident, to be the butch dyke hypnotist of her lover's dreams and everything, but it was so damn hard when just looking at Shaylene's booty made her want to howl at the moon like a goddamn Tex Avery character. It was so fucking beautiful, that flawless light brown skin forming a perfect heart shape as she lay on the mattress with her face down and her ass up, and right there in the center framed perfectly by her jiggling cheeks was the most luscious cunt Lottie had ever seen. She wanted to dive in and absolutely bury her tongue in it like she was in one of those novelty pie-eating contests where you couldn't use your hands or something.
And Shaylene didn't even know how pretty she looked like this. Well, not that she knew much of anything right now--Lottie didn't know if she'd ever met a more perfect hypnotic subject, this girl took to it like a duck to water, and she was so deep in trance Lottie could probably convince her that the sky was pea soup green and she'd go along with it. But no, Shaylene genuinely had no idea how goddamn perfect that ass was, how much it made Lottie grapple with her self-restraint like Jacob wrestling an angel, and it was a shame that anyone had ever put ideas into that young woman's head about being 'too fat' because all Lottie wanted to do right now was mount her lover like a rutting stud and plow her pussy with her favorite strap-on.
But Lottie wanted to take it patient, she wanted to get Shaylene all worked up before she really got in there and railed her hypnotized fucktoy. So she tamped down her arousal as best she could and ran her feverishly warm hands over Shaylene's ass in a long, slow, possessive caress that ended in a gentle swat, and her diligence was rewarded with a tiny little whimper from the mesmerized woman that suggested Shaylene was looking forward to getting fucked even more than Lottie was looking forward to fucking her. She trailed her mahogany fingers down to Shaylene's cunt and teasingly probed the submissive woman's soaking folds, and it was pretty much everything she hoped for when Shaylene rubbed against her like a cat in heat.
That was damn near enough to break Lottie right then and there, but she knew that the more she did to make Shaylene needy for their inevitable sex the more the young woman would want to come crawling back to her for a second time, and goddamn if Lottie didn't want to fuck this girl every last chance she got. So she put her tongue to work, lapping away at Shaylene's pussy and working her way up to rim the shuddering woman's tight anus until Shaylene's keening whimpers became a single unbroken moan. Lottie wasn't going to fuck her ass with the strap-on, that was a limit and Lottie respected boundaries. But she was definitely going to leave Shaylene thinking about it for next time.
Only when she heard Shaylene mumbling, "please, please fuck me, please Daddy please," did Lottie finally slide the thick shaft of the strap-on into Shaylene's soaking cunt. She gave it to her good and hard, fucking her until she could hear Shaylene's pussy squishing and sloshing around the toy, and when they were finally done she collapsed her sweaty body next to her lover and held her like a teddy bear for a while as she counted her back up. Because she knew Shaylene was going to need aftercare after something like this… and giving Shaylene what she needed was another way Lottie ensured a second look at that perfect ass.
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Why Rosa Wears the Gag
The gag wasn't there to stop the neighbors from hearing. Rosa moaned too loud for that once Leslie got going with the massaging vibrator, and anyway they lived in a small building with only five other units and in a neighborhood like this most of them were occupied by lesbians just like them. Honestly Rosa made less noise than the women next door most nights, not that it was a competition as she occasionally and pointedly reminded her girlfriend.
No, the gag was there because Leslie wanted Rosa to feel like she legitimately couldn't say no to anything Leslie told her. Even though they both knew that every one of Rosa's muffled, incoherent murmurs was simply a repetition of everything the hypnotized woman heard, even though all the suggestions and instructions and programming was discussed well in advance and Rosa's waking self agreed with all of it, there was just something so damn hot about lying there with a toy pressed against her clit and a whole entire fist up inside her cunt and knowing that the word 'no' couldn't physically escape her lips. It made Rosa feel incredibly helpless, and being helpless always turned her on.
And having a helpless, hypnotized slut lying there on the bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy so feverishly warm that Leslie felt like her hand was soaking in a hot tub always turned Leslie on, although frequently she didn't even notice until they took a break and she discovered a wet spot on the sheets between her legs. Leslie often fell into a bit of a trance of her own when she was playing with Rosa, even if it wasn't the kind of 'you are in my power' state of hypnosis most people pictured when they thought of the idea. She just got very focused on teasing and toying with her subby little girl, on the sight and the scent and the feel of that orgasming cunt surrounding her fingers, and everything else just kind of faded into the background. She was hypnotizing herself into dominance while she hypnotized Rosa into submission and other things kind of took a backseat to that.
Not forever, of course. At some point, usually after Rosa was wrung out and limp and barely even conscious on the bed, Leslie's arousal got to be too much for her and she needed to do something about it. A good part of their enjoyment together came from gently teasing Rosa with the knowledge that she was Leslie's sex toy, that by the time Leslie was finished with her Rosa was too weak and dumb and helpless to use her fingers or even her tongue on her hypnotic Mistress. Leslie needed to climb on top of her supine, ragdoll slave and grind her pussy against Rosa's thigh until she got off, and the meek, kittenish whimpers Rosa let out when her dazed and drowsy mind once again realized she was little more than a body pillow for her lover to hump was more than enough to finally spark Leslie's climax.
Then it was time for aftercare, and the gag came off--in most cases again, because even though they liked to pretend they still had the stamina of college co-eds who could fuck for hours Leslie and Rosa were smart enough to build in water breaks and check-ins and a bit of recovery time over the course of their sex. Leslie gently cuddled Rosa while they watched some mindless cooking shows, Rosa slowly came back to the awareness of being an actual person, and once both of them felt like they could stagger to the door they ordered Chinese. They returned to themselves, the world bent back into its familiar shape… but Rosa still found that very often, she'd forgotten how to say no to her beautiful girlfriend.
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Feedback at the Speed of Light
It was the mirror that made it downright mean. When Courtney woke up tied to a chair, her head still groggy with the residue of some kind of drugged stupor and her pale pink breasts forced to jutting attention by an elaborate rope harness that went over and under and around her tits, she probably would have been terrified no matter what. But being able to see herself in just her daisy-yellow panties, a massaging vibrator carefully positioned right up against her pussy… it brought home in stark, clear terms exactly how fucked her situation truly was. Even before she tried to yell, she could see the gag between her lips and she knew it wasn't going to work.
The mirror magnified every aspect of her erotic torture. When her captor began to buzz her pussy with the toy between her legs, Courtney could actually see her face go momentarily slack with ecstasy as the physical stimulation temporarily overwhelmed her panic and made her squirm in a manner that had nothing to do with trying to find a loose knot. When she heard him murmur, "Good girl, stop thinking," from somewhere behind her, she could see the glassy confusion in her own eyes that lasted for just a second before the vibrator stopped thrumming and allowed her to clear her fuzzy head again. And when he started the wand up again, Courtney had a front-row seat for the instinctive, Pavlovian response to pleasure that made her unthinkingly crave whatever she'd done to earn her reward.
She was forced to watch herself getting tamed--there was no other word for it--as the mystery man behind her repeated the same command, "Good girl, stop thinking," punctuating it every time with another dose of buzzing, thrumming pleasure and Courtney felt her mind slide into vacant indolence. Every time, it got easier to fixate on her own empty stare, on the brainless expression of lust on her face, and even though Courtney understood that she was falling into a feedback loop based on her own visual confirmation of her surrender it wasn't possible to escape it any more than it was possible to struggle out of her ropes. Closing her eyes just left her with that last lingering afterimage of her fluttering eyelids and dazed, dopey expression, and watching herself sink into stupefied bliss only taught her how to obey that much quicker. It was a perfect trap for her muzzy brain.
She didn't know how long she sat there, going through the cycle of buzz and pause and instruction and emptiness. Time was one of the first things that slipped away when she locked eyes with her own reflection, watching in embarrassed arousal as the woman in the mirror melted into a dumb horny slut for her captor. But she knew she was pleasing him when he walked up behind her and undid the gag, allowing her a license to scream that she somehow couldn't rouse herself from her stupor far enough to employ. And when he returned to his chair and repeated the instruction, his voice no less calm and patient and inexorably expectant than when they'd began, Courtney heard herself drone out, "I have stopped thinking," before she was once again rewarded with a burst of buzzing pleasure that left her gasping for breath.
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She can’t truly do anything about this predicament. But she could certainly make it less bad if she learned not to move.
The coat is allowed until the door of the party. After that, it’s the outfit I picked out for you.
You know whats fun? Playing with someone’s pretty little clit just enough to make it feel good, not close to an orgasm, but starting to feel really good, and then stopping. Denial is so fun.
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I put the heels on her before putting her on the cross. The way her legs twitch with every blow, while she’s balancing in them, is exquisite.
This is bigger than the previous one. Give it a try. See how easy that is? Your training is paying off
All of her triggers have careful limits on when they work, for safety. Except this one. The command that makes her show me her tits is entirely up to me to use as I see fit.
The kind of slut you’re going to be for me is an edgeslut. Your body available to be touched and teased, when I want, for as long as I want. Being my entertainment as I watch you squirm and writhe and whine, on the edge for hours at a time.
i need a butch on her knees in front of me, i need to pet her hair and call her sweet things and then i need her to tackle and fuck the shit out of me but instead im on tumblr
Begging for a ruin is so humiliating
When a girl knows a proper orgasm is out of the question, she’ll start to beg for whatever is the “most” she has a hope of getting. It’s so wonderfully pathetic.
"why suck a strap?" have we all forgotten the beauty of theatre? have we truly fallen so far as to think the mind mustn't be pleasured too?
