Who: Bel Hart and Clark Abrams ( @lightingclark )
What: Scene Week 5 - Roleplaying/Domestic Service
Where/When: Bel’s Suite/Wednesday Night 10.24
Class: So You’re a Slob
Bel was super excited that she was going to be able to do a scene with her friend Clark. This excitement was evident as she ushered the other girl into her apartment and into the kitchen where the maid costume she’d found at the thrift shop earlier that week laid out on the table. Domestic scenes were always easier for her when it came to domming, so she felt confident as she asked Clark kneel once they were inside and to recite her limits and safeword again. Bel was sure she wasn’t going to hit any of her limits, but her parents told her it was good practice to always start with that just for purposes of habit. “Good girl,” she cooed, the words still feeling a little foreign on her tongue, but a little more confident than before. “Now, I want you to change into the maid costume. If you want to use the bathroom, just there you can. Once you put this costume on, we’re going to start the scene. I’m going to be the very stern businesswoman,” Bel couldn’t help but snicker at that,” and you’re going to be the very obedient maid who follows all of my orders, not matter how ridiculous, okay?” Bel waited for confirmation before moving into her bedroom to change into her costume which was a simple pant suit courtesy of the thrift shop as well.
Clark was looking forward to the scene with Bel. She hated skirts and dresses and wasn’t looking forward to the maid costume, but she was looking forward to doing a good job for the switch. Nodding, she smiled and agreed. “Yes Miss. I will definitely follow every order” she said with a smile before quickly grabbing the costume and changing into it. Looking at herself in the mirror once she was dressed, she shook her head and scrunched up her nose. She hated it, but she had agreed to it and wasn’t going to turn back now. Making her way back out into the living room, she came face to face with a very attractive Bel in her pant suit. Standing there with her hands behind her back, she looked down. “How may I help you today, Miss” she asked the girl.
Bel could tell that Clark was uncomfortable in her costume, which only made her swell with pride that she was willing to partake in this particular scene with her. She already had a list of chores for the submissive to do and she handed them over to her without so much as a word, wanting to really commit to her role as the cold business woman. Acting has always been fun. The list consisted of the typical chores, washing dishes, dusting, mopping, sweeping, vacuuming. She also added the task of cooking dinner. It was pretty straight forward but Bel had a little something up her sleeve for later. “Well, get to it, maid,” she said before going into the living room to do some homework.
Clark looked over the list and nodded. “Yes of course Miss. Do you have any particular preference for what you’d like for dinner Miss?” she asked. She knew certain meals required certain preparation and if she needed to do so while she was cleaning, she wanted to make sure she prepared the best dinner she could for her Domme.
Bel almost answered. Her immediate response was to let the other girl know that it didn’t matter what she made, but the firm businesswoman she was playing was very particular with her meals. “Yes, I would like a stirfry of vegetables and chicken. Everything you could possibly need is in the kitchen.” Inside Bel hoped she had everything she needed, but her persona didn’t show that bit. “Any other questions, maid?”
Clark heard the woman and nodded. Stir fry was pretty easy and didn’t require a lot of preparation. “No Miss. Thank you” she stated before she turned to the kitchen to start washing dishes. She wanted to get them done first so when it came time to make dinner, the kitchen was clean for her and she would have less dishes to do after dinner. Once she finished with the dishes, she quickly began dusting, doing her best to not bother the girl doing her work in the living room.
It felt odd, for Bel to feel so disconnected from the person she was sceneing with, but she understood it was the nature of this scene. When roleplaying, Bel really tried to encompass her role and this time was no different. She wanted to push herself and while being an entitled businesswoman who craved power was completely out of her realm, she wanted to commit. Especially when Clark was wearing something she clearly wasn’t comfortable in. If her friend could do it. So could she. Picking up the bell next to her, she rang it and called for the submissive. “Come here, Maid.”
When Clark worked on things alone, she tended to get lost in her mind. She would make up stories or ask herself thought provoking questions and then try to answer them. It allowed her to focus on something other than the fact that she was doing chores. She was so lost in her thoughts that the bell caught her off guard and she jumped a little. But composing herself, she turned and stood in front of the switch. “Yes Miss?” she asked, her hands clasped behind her back.
Bel was sure that Clark wasn’t expecting the bell and that made it even more fun. She had to bite back her smile, because she knew exactly how ridiculous she was about to be. It was hard not to look towards the voice that let her know Clark was in the room, but she wanted to give into her character as much as possible, so she kept her eyes trained on the computer screen. “Pass me that remote,” she ordered, pointing to the controller that was on the table beside her. Ridiculous.
Clark looked at the girl for a second. The remote was literally sitting next to her computer that she was so focused on. But she also knew that this was a scene and Bel was in a character just as much as Clark was. Bending over, she gently picked up the remote and placed it in the girls hand. “Here you are Miss” she said, doing her best to hold back the sarcasm that was threatening to come out of her as she did so.
The look on Clark’s face was absolutely priceless she could see that she was trying as hard as she could to keep a straight face. As much as she wanted to break character and laugh, or at least smile, she stayed strong and took the remote from Clark before turning on the tv. “You’re dismissed.” The words didn’t sound right in her voice, but she tried not to think about that too much. She waited for Clark to exit the room before ringing the bell again.
Clark turned back to her chores, finishing the dusting in the living room and turning to the spare bedroom. She was only a few steps inside of the room when she heard the bell go off. She was thankful she was in a separate room because she could not hold back the eyeroll that came over her. Taking a deep breath, she turned and quickly made her way into the other room. “Yes Miss?” she asked, mentally patting herself on the back for keeping the snark at bay.
Bel was impressed to say the least when there was no sign of disgruntlement when Clark returned. Even she would have been visibly annoyed and she was usually categorized as nice. “My feet are tired, I need a footrest. Come and kneel pl-” she cut herself off. The role she was playing would not have said please.
Clark raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Yes Miss” she murmured before she made her way over to the girl. Not really sure what her Mistress meant by “needing a footrest” Clark, looked at the girl slightly confused before kneeling next to her feet. “Um, what can I do now, Miss?” she asked.
“I want you on your hands and knees and I’m going to use your back as a footrest.” She waited for the other girl to comply, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that came from such a ridiculous request. But the word consistency kept flashing in her mind so she kept up the charade. “Now, maid.”
Clark stared at the girl, confused at the request. After a moment of just staring, she sighed before bending over to hold herself on all fours. Feeling the girl place her legs up on her back, Clark stared at the floor in front of her, definitely confused about the current situation she was in. “Is that better, Miss?” she asked.
To be honest, Bel didn’t really know what she was doing and wished she’d just kept it as a simple domestic scene. But her desire to change it up and do something different was a driving force but she knew all too well that things didn’t always work the way you wanted them to. She’d seen something on the internet when she looked up domestic things and using someone as an object was something that came up often. Maybe it was just awkward cause it didn’t fit her style of dominating. So she only kept her feet up on Clark’s back for a few minutes before she was taking them off. “Okay you can finish your chores now, maid.”
Clark wasn’t really sure how she felt about being a footrest but she did her best to remain still for the girl. After a few moments, she felt the weight on her back removed and she sighed a little. Standing up, she brushed herself off for a moment before bowing shortly. “Yes Miss” she said before turning to return to the other room. Once she was in a separate room, she turned back to the wall and raised her hands in a “what” form before shaking her head and rolling her eyes before turning back to her chores.
This role that Bel had decided to take on was placing her in a really weird headspace. What seemed like a good idea and like something that was going to be fun was actually making her feel unlike herself, which was basically the point of roleplay, but it still made her feel off and she knew that it was time to get out of it before it only started getting worse. So she let Clark finish her chores in peace, placing everything she was working on down on the couch and trying to watch t.v. though all she was really doing was staring a hole into the wall beside it as she waited for Clark to come back and let her know she was finished.
Once Clark finished her chores in the other room, she came out of the room and headed to the kitchen. “I’m going to begin dinner now Miss” she told the switch on the couch who was watching TV when she came out. When there was no response, she nodded once to herself before turning towards the kitchen. Once she was there, she pulled the maid costume down some before pulling out the ingredients for the stirfry.
Bel heard the other girl’s voice, but it took her a moment to register them but by that time she was already gone. Clark did manage to pull her from her own mind, so she couldn’t sit still anymore, so she stood up and made her way into the kitchen as well. Without saying a word, she started setting the table. She poured them both a glass of water, then sat down in her usual seat where she waited for Clark to finish dinner.
Clark quickly whipped together dinner, thankful that she knew how to make a stir fry. After about 20 minutes or so, she plated two plates before placing one down in front of the switch and took a step back, waiting for permission to eat as well. “I hope it is made to your liking, Miss”
Bel watched as Clark plated the food and wondered why she didn’t join her right away, but that was only for a second before she was mentally kicking herself. “Oh, sit down, join me please.” Once Clark was next to her with her own plate of food, Bel turned towards the submissive before even touching her food. “Okay. That can be the end of the scene. You wanna go change? Then we can just have dinner and maybe talk about it real quick?”
Clark nodded and smiled. “Of course. And yeah, it kinda was. I didn’t think I was gonna dislike that costume so much honestly” she said as she scratched the back of her head. “You also seemed kind of uncomfortable. Are you okay?”
Bel scrunched her nose. “Well it’s kind of like roleplaying is supposed to be freeing cause it’s supposed to let you be anyone you want, but I didn’t like the person I was playing.” She shrugged it off though and offered another smile. “Are you okay?”
Clark nodded. “I’m okay. It wasn’t my favorite thing but I finished it” she said with a shrug. “Maybe, sometime in the future we can do a different scene together” she suggested with a small smile before taking a bite of dinner.
Bel nodded, glad that Clark seemed to be okay with how things turned out, even though the scene itself wasn’t that satisfying for either of them. “That sounds perfect.”
Who: Bel Hart and Gage Pierce ( @piercing-gage )
What: Scene Week 5 - Rewards and Punishments
Where/When: Gage’s Suite/Tuesday Night 10.23
Class: Rewards and Punishments
Gage smiled over at the girl as she settled in the room. Pulling out a list of things for her to do, Gage smiled before handing it over to her. “I have three things for you to do. They’re random things I came up with this morning and I have another list of things that can replace any of those tasks if you do not feel like performing them” he explained to her. The list included washing and drying the dishes in his sink blindfolded, completing 15 pushups and completing a sudoku puzzle. “Do you have any objections?” he asked.
Bel was practically bouncing. Sexual scenes with new people always made her a little nervous so with that element taken out during her scene with Gage, she felt super relaxed and even a little giddy. She listened intently as he went over her tasks and felt her excitement grow as each one was being explained. “No, Sir, no objections here.” His title ran off her tongue easily as she considered all tasks again. “Will I be required to be naked?” She asked, wanting to clarify. “And do I get to know my rewards and punishments beforehand or will they be a surprise?” She asked curiously.
Gage shook his head. “No you are not required to be naked at all. You can, in fact, keep all your clothes on if you’d like” he told the girl. Smiling as she asked questions she wanted clarified, Gage nodded. “Of course. First up, we have a bag of candy. Succeed at your first task and you will get to choose 3 items from said bag” he began. “Secondly, if you completely your second task, I will give you this coupon” he said, picking up a handwritten “coupon” “for one free photo session with me myself and I whenever you’d like with up to one additional guest” he said with a grin. “And finally, if you complete all three tasks, you will be rewarded with a night on the town with whoever you’d like including dinner and any activity you’d like to do paid for by myself. I wouldn’t force anyone to hang out with me for an evening but I will happily pay for one” he clarified. “Now, if you fail at your first task, your second task will be done while on rice, definitely making the task harder. And if you fail your second task, 5 spankings will be issued. Pants will be required to be removed for that one, though I will allow panties to remain on. Finally, if the third task is failed, you will be asked to write a 500 word essay on why you failed your task and what you would have to do to succeed in the future. Do you have any objections to any of these?
Bel was crazy impressed by the amount of thought that went into to the scene from Gage’s end. She wasn’t expecting both tasks and rewards and punishments that were so elaborate. He definitely inspired her with his ideas and made it easier for her to commit to the scene with him. She smiled at the option to keep her clothes on, appreciating the opportunity to remain comfortable in her jeans and t-shirt. “No, Sir. I don’t have any objections to any of what you pointed out, but I feel like I must admit that spanking is more of a reward for me than a punishment. I just… really enjoy pain so I thought I’d bring that up to you before moving forward.” Bel knew that most people would have just allowed the reward to remain as a punishment but she really wanted to be open and honest with Gage, not only because he was being so awesome with her, but because it was the right thing to do. “But I have no intention of receiving any punishments, Sir, cause I really wanna do a good job for you.”
Gage smiled at the girl. “Well thank you for your honesty. I appreciate it. I will keep it as a punishment and if, for whatever reason, you do get the punishment, we will deal with it then” he stated. Once all the formalities were out of the way, Gage directed her to the kitchen, showing her where the sink was. There weren’t many dishes. A plate and bowl from his breakfast this morning, some silverware and a cooking pan. “Alright. Soap is there. Sponge is there. Any other questions before I blindfold you?” he asked as he pulled the blindfold out of his pocket.
“That sounds great, Sir. Thank you!” Gage’s confidence and ability to just go with the flow made it easy for Bel to relax and before she even realized it she was more than ready for the scene to begin. If it hadn’t already. She followed him into the kitchen, trying to memorize as much of the scene as she could before she lost her sight. She took note of where the soap and sponge were then where they were to be stacked on the dishrack by the sink. “Nope, all looks good, Sir. I’m super duper ready.” She closed her eyes and waited for the weight of the blindfold.
Gage chuckled at the enthusiasm of the girl. Nodding, he brought the blindfold up to her face and tied it behind her head. Waving his hand in front of her, he asked “Can you see anything?” once confirmed, he took a step back and let her work. Unlike Blaine, he wasn’t timing Bel on her tasks and simply just enjoyed watching her.
As soon as she felt the fabric cover her eyes she opened them up to darkness before closing them once more, finding that even though she couldn’t see anything, it felt more comfortable to just keep them closed. “Not a thing, Sir.” It was funny how easily she forgot where things were even though she’d just seen them a few moments ago and they were right in front of her. Once her hands found the sink, it was easy to feel for the soap and the few dishes she was to wash. It was smooth sailing until she got to the final bowl, missing the dish rack by just a few inches. The bowl fell onto the counter, then onto the floor by the time she could catch it, she could hear the crash. Frowning, she pulled the blindfold back. “I broke your bowl. I’m so sorry.”
Gage made his way around to the other side of the counter, sitting on one of the bar stools there and watched her as she began washing the dishes. He was impressed with how well she was able to complete this task completely blindfolded. While there weren’t many dishes, she was still able to make her way through them quickly. He was standing up and making his way back around the counter when he heard the crash. Seeing the bowl on the floor, he mentally sighed, knowing that he’d have to get himself a new one. While he had other bowls, that was his favorite one for cereal. Looking over at the other switch, he smiled. “You still did an excellent job at your task. It was an enormous success until your very last movement. I hate having to punish you for that one mistake” he said with a frown. “We should get this cleaned up before your next task” he said, pulling out a broom from next to the fridge.
The tone of disappointment was evident in his voice and it made Bel frown anymore. Though while it made her sad, it also provided her with a rush of motivation to complete the scene with full focus so she wouldn’t mess up again. “I understand. I really am sorry, Sir.” She quickly pulled the broom from his hands and made work of cleaning up the mess she made, making a mental note to provide him with a new bowl. Once it was cleaned up she put the broom back where she saw Gage retrieve it from and turned her attention back to the other Switch, ready for the next task that would include her punishment.
Gage smiled. “It’s okay. Just means we’ll have to make even more of a mess now” he joked, kinda. Grabbing a bag of rice, he laid it out in front of the coffee table before placing a single Sudoku sheet and pencil in front of her. “You will kneel here while you do this next puzzle. How good are you at Sudoku? I ask, because you will be timed on this one” he commented.
Bel gave a half smile at his comment and followed him into the living room. Kneeling rice didn’t seem like a bad thing but she knew better than to judge it before trying it. Her smile brightened at his question. “I’m super good at Sudoku. I used to play it all the time during plane rides.” And knelt on the rice and waited for him to give the go ahead before she got started.
Gage smiled and nodded. “This is a medium level one so I’m gonna give you 5 minutes” he explained before sitting down on the couch across from her and pulling his phone out. Once he set the timer, he looked up at her. “Begin” he said as the timer started. Setting the phone down so she could see the time, he leaned back as he watched her work.
Bel nodded her understanding as she tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that came with kneeling on he rice. She took a deep breath and as soon as he gave her the go ahead to start, she went to it moving through puzzle with expertise. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but it had been about three minutes before she was putting the pencil down and yelling “done!”
Gage smiled and looked down at the sheet before smiling at her. “You did an excellent job” he exclaimed as he put the sheet off to the side. Grabbing the coupon out of his back pocket, he slid it across the table to her. “You have earned this” he exclaimed. “We now have one final task for you to do. Are you ready?” he asked. “15 pushups. Can you do regular ones?”
“Thank you, Sir.” Bel couldn’t help the blush that was a result of his praise. It was a huge improvement from the first task and she hoped it continued to the last task. Once again Bel nodded enthusiastically. She liked to think of herself as very athletic and she was excited to be able to show that off. “I can def do that.” Carefully she moved off of the rice and got into position with her body in plank formation and her weight on her hands and toes. “Ready!”
Gage grinned at the girl as she got herself in the position. Bringing himself down to make sure she did the pushups properly. “Alright girl. Do your thing. 15 and you’re done” he said excitedly.
As soon as she got the go ahead, she proceeded to do her push-ups. Even when her arms started to burn, she pushed through making sure she went all the way down and all the way up for all 15. Even when she was completely done, she waited for him signify that she could relax.
Gage grinned as he watched the girl do pushups. Seeing females able to do certain things turned him on and watching Bel do the 15 pushups definitely turned him on. Grinning at the girl, he stood up and reached down to help pull the other girl up at well. “Well, that was sexy as hell” he said honestly. “And I also owe you a night on the town” he said with a grin. “I love treating people to a night on the town”
Bel allowed Gage to pull her up and she couldn’t help the blush that spread across her face at his words. She hardly thought herself sexy, but when he said it she believed it. She looked up at him through her lashes and offered a small smile. “Thank you, Sir. And I know you said I could pick anyone I wanted to go with, but I most definitely want to pick you. This scene was super fun and you’re such a great Dom. Thank you for being so patient with me!”
Gage grinned. “Then the moment I’m allowed off campus, we will definitely hit the town. We’ll have a fun time” he said with a grin. “Is there anything I can do for you right now? Aftecare wise?” he asked.
Once again he had her nodding enthusiastically. Maybe he just had that effect on people and that his charisma was contagious. She beamed at him as she replied to his suggestion. “That sounds perfect, Sir, thank you.” His next question was simple enough but she was struggling to answer it. “I can’t think of anything right now. Could we maybe watch something funny? And like cuddle? But that’s just cause I’m a HUGE fan of cuddles. Plus you seem like you’re really good at it.”
Gage grinned at her. “Cuddling sounds like an excellent idea” he replied, grabbing her hand and pulling it over to the couch. “I’m thinking funny youtube videos. You down?” he said with a grin.
Bel smiled and offered a small nod once they were on the couch. “Sounds perfect.”
When Aerolyn appeared at Nate’s door, he smiled at the sweet girl. “C’mon In darlin. We’ll be in the play room. I want ya to strip down and get your hair up outta your face. There’s a bench in the room I want ya to be bent over when I get in there,” he explained.
Having knelt in front of the Dominant's door, she eased her way to her feet when she was told to walk in, flushing a bit at the pet name. “Hi, Sir. Thank you again for doing this with me.” She said with a smile, moving to follow the orders. She pulled her hair up as she was walking to the play room and then undressed as she stepped inside. Her clothes were folded and set aside before she got into position on the bench to wait.
“Of course,” he smiled as he watched her walk over to his play room, giving her a few minutes to be able to comply with his orders. When he came in as well, he had already taken off his shirt and was only in a pair of athletic shorts and walked up behind her, a single hand running from her shoulder, down her spine and over her perfect ass. “Alright so we’re gonna do some spankin’ and orgasm control darlin. So from this point on, until we’re done, ya only gonna get orgasms if I decide ya get ‘em, understood?” he asked, waiting for her answer and landed a slap to each cheek.
She heard him walk into the room and allowed herself to breathe out shakily, relaxing into the bench a bit more fully as his hand moved along her now bare skin. She shivered slightly as his hand slipped over her ass, the muscles tensing slightly in anticipation of more touches before she relaxed once again. She perked up as the Dom began to speak, not wanting to miss any important information. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” She replied, jolting just a bit with a small squeak before she calmed again.
“Good girl,” he said, moving her arms so they were in front of her, holding onto the other side of the bench. “Do not move those unless I tell ya that ya can,” he added, returning to her bottom and giving her 6 more spanks, alternating cheeks. Each one was laid down a little harder on her, the skin turning a slight pink. He broke away to grab a hand free vibrator, wrapping the harness around her so that the toy was pressed against her clit. He used the remote to turn it on low, letting it buzz against her softly as he used his hand against her ass again.
“I...I understand, Sir. I’ll keep my hands right here.” She replied, letting her eyes fall shut for the moment. The last time she had been in this position with a man, it hadn’t ended very well for her, and so she was simply hoping that this time would go better. She had heard good things about Nate and was trusting those opinions. The spanks to her ass caused soft sounds to be pulled from her lips and she was confused when she felt him move away, though that didn’t last for long as he returned with the vibrator. “Fuck, Sir.” She mused, doing her best to stay still.
Nate hummed as Aerolyn remained the position he’d requested, watching her body react to his slaps, hearing her moan softly as her skin lit up bright red from his hand. He gave a soft chuckle as the vibrator made its appearance and her body reacted. “You’re alright darlin’, just take a breath, get used to it a minute,” he said, calmly running his hand over her ass and up her back. Once Aerolyn seemed to know what was going on, Nate continued, “Alright, we’re gonna do 10 more, count ‘em out,” he said, starting with the first few, alternating cheeks again slowly, slapping her harder with each one.
She breathed deeply, taking Nate’s words to heart and doing her best to relax and get used to the feeling. The fact that Nate had paused and rubbed his hand along her skin in an effort to allow her some time to relax definitely made her feel more comfortable and she felt her muscles loosen even further. She perked up a bit when Nate told her to count out the spanks, enjoying the fact that she had to be involved in some way. “One, Sir...two, Sir.” She continued counting out the spanks, squeaking slightly at a particularly hard spank.
He enjoyed watching her skin turn a brilliant pink under his hand, teamed with the beautiful sound of her squeaks and moans. “Look at that,” he hummed, rubbing her bottom after the tenth slap, “this ass is gorgeous all red darling.” He grabbed a paddle, rubbing it over her ass so she knew it was there, “now we’re gonna kick things up a notch,” he explained, turning up the speed of the vibrator. “Ten more, count ‘Em again darlin,” he ordered, starting his slow, hard hits of the paddle across her ass.
“I’ve been told that red is my color...good to know it applies to skin too.” Aerolyn said with a soft laugh, wriggling her ass to show off a little bit. She whined loudly as the vibrator was turned up, her grip on the bench tightening even further in an attempt to keep her in place. She stuttered on the first count but managed to get her voice to stabilized for the most part, though her ass was screaming at the burn of the paddle.
“It most certainly is,” he agreed with a chuckle. After Nate was done with the paddle, he used his hand over her screaming skin. “Good girl,” he hummed, turning up the vibrator on high, letting it run against her clit looking to get the girl right to the edge as he rubbed her red skin, giving her a bit of a break.
Her body shook more and more fervently as the vibrator was turned up even higher and moans began to fall from her lips more frequently. “Fuck...Sir. I can’t….it’s...fuck.” She whimpered, dropping her head down against the bench and letting out a shaky breath. “Pl-please, Sir.” She whimpered, her hips rolling to get as much friction as she could.
“Please what? More? Turn it off? Do ya wanna cum?” He asked with a smirk. Ultimately he turned it off a moment, letting Aerolyns body calm. When he thought it was time, he turned it back on high again. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she would get close again. “You’re gonna have to beg nice and needy if ya don’t want me to turn it off again.”
“What? No, Sir. Please don’t---” She stopped speaking as Nate turned off the vibrator and she let out a low whine, though she took the time given to her in order for her to relax a bit. However, her body jolted when it was turned back on and she found her muscles tensing with the need to cum. “Oh fuck...Sir, please. Sir, please let me cum. I want...please. I need to cum, Sir. I’ve been good. I’ll keep being good, just please let me cum. Please.” Her legs were quivering and whimpers were consistently falling from her lips. “Please, Sir.”
It was cute how she begged in a very sweet way. Not necessarily the slutty way he was used to and honestly, he liked it. But then, when the stakes were high, Aerolyn could beg with the best of them. He listened to her plead for him, begging for release she was so close to receiving. “That’s what I like to hear. You’ve been such a good girl, you’re right. Alright, darlin. Cum for me. Nice and loud, don’t be shy.”
Hearing that she had permission to cum, her hips pressed further into the vibrator until her hips stuttered as she fell over the edge with a loud cry. The moans fell from her lips with abandon, as she rode the waves of her orgasm; happy that her begging had been good enough to warrant this form of a reward. As she came down from her high, she whimpered softly and relaxed back against the bench. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he hummed, rubbing his hand over her back as she climaxed, pulling the vibrator away once she was finished. “Just breathe darlin’. Nice and slow,” he said, helping her stand up once she was ready. “Alright, now tell me what would help ya right now? What flavor of aftercare do ya like?” He asked, administering it after they were finished.
SUMMARY: Ainsley does makes Caelan a snack, and has to accept her punishment when her creations aren’t up to par.
CLASSES: Nonsexual Scenes & Impact Play
Ainsley was surprised to find herself actually looking forward to her scene with Caelan, despite the fact that she was going to be playing the Submissive role. But after everything that had happened with him during the trip, he was quickly becoming one of a very small number of people she felt comfortable Submitting to. Rolling her shoulders, she knocked on the door, before dropping to her knees and waiting.
Caelan was nervous about this. But it was in a good way, he wanted to do right by Ainsley, she was someone he held dear after all. With his time with Bel and how well she had cared for him when he needed it, she was nothing short of amazing in his eyes. This was going to be different for them but they could do it. Hearing the knock, Caelan opened the door. "Come in, strip and put on the outfit I have set out for you." On the coffee table sat a maid outfit with no underwear.
Ainsley: “Yes, Sir.” /me couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as she saw the stereotypical French maid outfit that was laid out for her, but did as she was bidden. She was hardly the type to casually walk around naked in front of others without cause, but she was comfortable with Caelan, and that helped put her at ease. Folding up her clothing neatly, she set it aside as she pulled on the dress and stockings, before sliding on the heels and standing with her back straight, ready for inspection.
Caelan was gay, that they both knew so her being nude did nothing for him. he didn't much care about her being there and changing for him. Once she was done, Caelan took it all in and even checked to make sure she didn't try and sneak panties on. "Now you will go make me a snack, if you mess up then you will get punished do you understand?"
Ainsley was actually interested in how well she’d be able to execute her role in the scene they’d planned. She’d never had to prepare food for anyone but herself, so she knew she’d have to step up. “Yes, Sir,” Fishing out a few blocks of cheese and some crackers, she got to work, doing her best to keep each piece identical to the last.
Caelan waited there. He had so much in store for her. While she was working though, he had to distract her and play with her sense. So coming up behind her, he blew softly on her neck as he grabbed and ice pack and ran it along her arms. "Keep working."
Ainsley almost jumped- instead, letting out a squeak of surprise when she felt Caelan move behind her, only to be followed by a sudden cold sensation on her arms. “Y-yes, sir.” She stuttered, trying to refocus on the task at hand, glad that she had the tendency to freeze up when startled, rather than jumping or flailing.
Caelan kept playing with the hot air on the back of her neck and the cold air from the ice pack as she worked. When he noticed she was close to being done, he walked away to sit at the table. Next to his chair was a rough piece of carpet for her to kneel on. Still to play with her sense as they worked through all the points of the scene.
Ainsley felt goosebumps rise on her skin as he continued to alternate from cold to hot and back. While she was normally very good at compartmentalizing, this time around it was far more difficult. Whenever she got even remotely used to one sensation, it change to the next, and she had to concentrate even harder to keeper her hands from shaking, her knife cuts less clean than they had been, until she was nearly finished. Taking a moment to calm herself, she carried the tray in, the cheese and crackers displayed neatly- and hiding the less appealing pieces- and accompanied by a glass of water filled near to the brim, doing her best not to drop anything in the process.
Caelan was waiting for her as she came into the room. With everything she had, he watched as she set it down. Ainsley was doing very well but he was going to see how well she had done with her distractions. "Kneel on the carpet while I eat, hands in your lap." His tone one of pure dominance. Eating, at first he didn't notice the ones that were wrong then suddenly, he found one and eyed her. "What is this I just found?" Holding it up for her to see.
Ainsley let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding as she set the plate and glass down, pleased that she hadn’t dropped anything. She was actually relatively relieved when he ordered her to kneel, knowing she could do that without worry, even if she didn’t particularly enjoy it. A shiver ran through her as he held up a cube of cheese- if it could even be called that, due to its strange shape and the harsh red of the rind still present. “I- um,” She stuttered, knowing there was no way of talking herself out of such an obvious oversight.
Caelan raised his brow ever more and sat back. "That is not how you were to cut them. Is there more of this? Be honest with me, girl." he told her, using his tone just right. When she admitted to it, he looked through it. "I see. well for each that you made a mistake with you will be getting a spank. It wasn't that hard to keep them perfect."
Ainsley bit her lip, her gaze boring a hole in the ground and her face burning with shame. While she had tried to keep them all neat and orderly, Caelan had been incredibly distracting, and she had no doubt that was just one of more than a few on the tray. “Yes, Sir,” She whispered, disappointed in herself for not meeting his expectations. “I- I’m sorry, Sir.”
SUMMARY: Molly takes the Dominant role as she Ainsley experiences a maintenance spanking from the Submissive’s point of view
CLASSES: Nonsexual Scenes & Bondage
Ainsley wasn’t sure why she felt so at ease with Molly, but she wasn’t going to question it. For once, she didn’t feel the normal, uncontrollable rush of anxiety as she dropped to to her knees outside the other Switch’s door. She was a bit nervous, but it wasn’t enough to alter her breathing pattern, nor cause her palms to get all clammy and gross. Letting out a deep breath, she lifted her finger to ring the doorbell, waiting as patiently as she could manage for it to open.
Molly saw the lights flash above her to indicate that there was someone outside, and she opened the door, smiling when she saw Ainsley kneeling on the other side. It was a bit strange to her whenever they did a scene together, because it didn’t feel like there was any sort of natural dynamic between them aside from friendship. She was glad her friend trusted her with a scene, though, and she was looking forward to the opportunity to explore this dynamic with her. “Come on in,” she said, holding a hand out to help her get to her feet. “Would you like anything to drink before we get started?”
Ainsley smiled as the door swung open, accepting the hand as she got to her feet. She was getting used to kneeling, but it still felt strange, so she grateful to be back on her feet as she followed the other girl into the apartment. While they weren’t especially close, she always got on well with the other girl, and appreciated how level headed Molly was. “No, I’m alright. But thanks for offering. To be honest, I’d just as well get started, before I lose my courage and try and back out.” She quipped, shaking her head lightly.
“That’s completely fine. Let’s go on back to the spare room then, shall we?” she asked before leading them back there. She sat on the edge of the bed once they were there, smoothing her skirt out over the tops of her legs. “All right. I’d like you to kneel in front of me while we discuss the scene, or you can sit cross-legged if that is more comfortable for you. Once you’re settled in, I’d like to know your limits and what you hope to get out of this scene.”
Considering the options that Molly had given her, Ainsley hesitated for a beat, before dropping to her knees. While she would have preferred to sit cross-legged, she had promised herself that to try and be the best Submissive she could, and in her mind, that most definitely included following traditional convention. “My limits are scat, watersports, vore, and needles, Miss.” The second part was more difficult, and it took her a moment to figure out how to word it. “I- I think I just needed a change.”
“Good girl,” Molly murmured when Ainsley got down onto her knees. She knew that submitting was a challenge for her friend, just like it was for her, but she was pleased that she was taking this so seriously. She watched her lips closely while she listed off her limits. There was nothing there that Molly was even hoping to touch today, so that was a good sign. “A change?” she asked, wanting to make sure she had understood. “A change from what? Dominating? Or something else?”
Even that small bit of praise helped ease some of the stress that was beginning to settle in. Her natural instinct to stand and to try and take control was at war with the part of her that wanted to be able to settle back and let someone else take the reins over her, even if just for a while. “Not necessarily Dominating. Just in general, Miss. I feel like I’ve hit a plateau. My motivation level feels really low, and when I don’t have someone to occupy me, I just-” She paused, swallowing thickly. “I feel listless and I’d like to not feel listless anymore, if that makes any sense?”
Molly narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “What is it you’d like to not feel anymore?” she asked, having trouble making out that one particular word. The shape of her lips wasn’t familiar to her. She waited for Ainsley to respond, then nodded. “Let’s see what we can do to help with that,” she said eventually. “I think a maintenance spanking scene might be helpful right now. I’d like to tie your wrists together and have you over my lap. It will just be my hand. How do you feel about all of that?”
“Listless, Miss.” The more Ainsley said it, the sillier she felt, but Bel had stressed the importance of honesty. “I just- Charlie and Sawyer leaving has kind of thrown me off.” Swallowing thickly, she shrugged, “And I stand by my choice to return. It’s just..harder than I expected, I guess.” Looking away, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. It was still difficult to think about, nevertheless talk about, but she hoped that maybe this would be what she needed to move on. “That would be fine with me, Miss. I’m up for whatever you’d like.”
Molly leaned forward and hooked her index finger under Ainsley’s chin, tilting it upward. “I know it’s hard,” she said gently, before shifting to her left and patting the bed next to her. “Come on up here and let me give you a hug, and then we can get started. I want you to be interested with this scene and not just doing it because it’s what I suggested. Do you still want to do that?”
Ainsley felt a surge of fondness as she looked up at Molly, and smiled gratefully at her understanding. Getting to her feet, she accepted the hug, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. “I am, Miss. I didn't mean to come off as not. I just don’t want to disappoint you. But I do want to try it with you, Miss.” She said, her voice more sure this time.
Molly twisted around to make sure she could see Ainsley’s lips while she spoke, and she gave her a sweet smile when she was finished. “Good girl,” she said. “Thank you for being honest with me, and I promise that nothing you can do today will disappoint me. Not even using your safe gesture. Speaking of…” She got up and moved to the nightstand, picking up a small, orange, rubber ball. She held it out to Ainsley. “Keep this in your hands at all times unless you want to pause or end the scene. Letting go of the ball is your safe gesture, since I won’t be able to see your lips with you over my lap. Sound good? If it does, go ahead and hold your arms out in front of you, wrists together for me to bind.”
Ainsley focused on the small bit of praise, letting it it settle over her and allowing it to quell the remaining unease that she felt. Molly was easily one of the most responsible people she knew, and that reassured her as she accepted the small ball, giving it a light squeeze on instinct. “Yes, Miss. I can do that for sure.” As she held her arms out, she shrugged off the nerves that came as the material wrapped around her wrist, focusing solely on being a good scene partner for the other Switch, and letting herself sink into that more Submissive headspace.
“Excellent,” Molly said, giving Ainsley’s shoulder a light squeeze in approval. “Good girl.” She grabbed a medium length of orange, silk rope and began to wind it around Ainsley’s wrists, adding knots here and there to make it pretty. When she was finished, the other girl’s wrists were bound tightly in a way that Molly hoped wasn’t uncomfortable. “How does that feel?” she asked. “Too tight at all? Cutting off circulation?”
Being bound always caught Ainsley off guard, having become accustomed to being at the other end of the rope. Yet, despite how unfamiliar it was, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she didn't hate it. Even less so when it looked so nice, little flairs of decorative knots thrown in every so often. By the time Molly finished, Ainsley could feel herself relaxing a bit easier, her mental barriers lowering as her subconscious came to terms with the situation. Wiggling her fingers lightly, it was clear the knots were as functional as they were aesthetically pleasing, and she nodded, “It feels fine, Miss. Not too tight at all. You've quite the artistic eye.”
Molly stole a glance at Ainsley’s fingers as she tested the rope, but she kept her attention almost entirely on her lips. “Thank you, darling,” she said, a warmth spreading in her chest at the compliment. “I’d like you to stand up for me now and bend yourself over my lap once I’m seated. I’ll wait for you to get comfortable, and then we’ll start--over your clothes. Any questions?”
A slight smile came to Ainsley’s face, happy that her compliment seemed to please the other girl. “No, Miss. I’m ready,” Exhaling deeply, she did her best to clear her mind as she laid across Molly’s lap, shifting a few times until she was in a comfortable enough position. She could feel a flush creep into her cheeks from being in such a vulnerable position, even while being clothed, but she tried to ignore it as she waited for the first strike.
Molly took Ainsley’s place on the bed and placed a steadying hand on her back as she got into place. “Good girl,” she murmured once the other Switch settled. “I’m just going to start with a nice warm up,” she explained, “and don’t forget about that ball in your hand. I’ll be keeping an eye on it, so drop it if you need to pause or stop.” She didn’t like having to divide her attention between hands and where she was spanking, but it was the only way for this scene to be safe. She rubbed her right hand gently across the girl’s backside a few times before landing a few light blows on top of her jeans, her eyes shifting constantly between her hand and Ainsley’s.
The hand on her back as she laid down was actually incredibly calming, and she rested her forehead against her arms, her eyes sliding closed as she made sure to regulate her breathing. Ainsley wanted to reassure Molly, to insist that she wouldn’t need to safeword, but she doubted that would convince the other girl. And if she were being honest, she genuinely wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to react. So instead, she simply nodded her head and waited for her to begin.
SUMMARY: Ainsley has Munroe and his friend over for a bit of TPE and a bit of light bondage
CLASSES: TPE & Bondage
Despite Ainsley being a stupid psychologist, Munroe was looking forward to the scene with her and Natalie, the other sub he’d roped into it. She looked a little like Angelina Jolie if you squinted a bit and she was always down for fun. At the appointed time, he and Nat headed to Ainsley’s and knelt in front of the door.
“I’m so excited!” she squealed and Munroe rolled his eyes with a little smirk as he knocked on the door.
“I’m sure you are…” he replied, licking his lips and looking up when the door was opened, giving Ainsley a charming smile, “Hello Miss, I bought Nat with me.” he waggled his eyebrows slightly and then grabbed Nat’s arm when she tried to stand before being given permission. The other sub quickly apologized and settled, locking her eyes on the floor, “She’s a little.. Over-eager, Miss…”
Ainsley was definitely looking forward to her scene with Munroe and his friend, eager to try something new. It wasn’t a concept she had done before, and she couldn’t help but be excited to see how things would play out. Opening the door moments after she heard the knock, a satisfied smile came to her face as she took in the sight of the two kneeling before her.
“Hello, Munroe. Natalie.” She let out a light chuckle as the girl made to move a moment later, shaking her head. “I see that. I’ll give her a pass this time, since I can appreciate her enthusiasm. However, do bear in mind that I will not be quite so lenient in the future, Natalie. After all, rewards are only given to good girls.” Ainsley said, a hint of mirth in her tone, while simultaneously leaving no doubt that she expected to be obeyed.
Munroe chuckled and elbowed Nat gently as the other sub giggled at Ainsley’s playful tone. The two waited until they were invited in and stood quietly in the main room of the suite. “So!” Munroe sighed out quietly, “I gave Nat the basic run-down of the scene, that I would be the one doing things to her but that it would be under your orders and guidance… not entirely sure how to start… safe words and limits?” He looked to the switch for confirmation, not wanting to step on her toes when it came to controlling how things went. Natalie, for her part, just smiled and waited for instruction.
Ainsley shut the door behind the pair as they stepped into the living room, taking a moment to observe both of the Submissives. She had to admit, Natalie was definitely a gorgeous girl, and if she was going to be doing a scene like this with a guy, Munroe was one of the better looking options, in her opinion. Nodding at Munroe’s statement- or question- she came to a stop in front of them. “I think that would be best. I don’t anticipate any limits being pushed tonight, but I’d prefer to be safe than sorry.”
Natalie was practically brimming with excitement as she stood beside Munroe. She was a little surprised when he’d asked her to do this scene with him, but she was more than happy to agree to it. He was cute and funny, and while she didn’t know Ainsley personally, she found the concept of the scene incredibly compelling. “Yeah, okay, Miss. I can do that. My safeword is Alfalfa and my limits are being slapped across the face, permanent marks, and scat.”
The way Natalie was practically bouncing around, Munroe was sure they would have to tie her down firmly. It was going to be so much fun making the bubbly girl a weeping, begging mess under Ainsley’s guidance. He listened to her limits and safeword carefully since he was going to be the one actually touching her and wanted to be able to stop without having to wait for Ainsley. Those were precious few seconds that couldn’t be had with something like that. Not that he anticipated anything terrible happening either but…
“My limits are age play, pet play, extended chastity or denial outside of scenes, and non-sexual body fluids, Miss” he smiled as he spoke, tilting his head slightly, “Safe word is the traffic light system…. And don’t worry Nat, no permanent marks or slapping, we got you…”
Ainsley smiled amusedly as Natalie spoke, already practically vibrating with excitement. Not that she minded. She’d always found a willing partner to be significantly more enjoyable than the alternative. “I can definitely work within all of those limits. And as long as you can be good for me, I promise I won’t be leaving you high and dry.” Leading the way into the spare room, she took a seat in the armchair she’d situated beside the bed. Crossing one leg, she grinned as they waited for her next orders. “Now, Munroe, I want you to remove her clothing slowly. And Natalie, you’re not to move, understand?”
They headed into the spare room and Munroe crossed his arms as he watches Ainsley take a seat in a comfy looking chair next to the bed. It might as well have been a throne, it was perfect and Ainsley certainly seemed eager to start. “Yes, Miss…” Munroe turned his attention to Nat and quirked an eyebrow as she bounced on her toes in her excitement. He was tempted to reach out and stop her but this was about Ainsley controlling the situation and he didn’t want to overstep the rules he was to follow. Instead, he looked back at Ainsley with an amused smile and little shake to his head, “Gosh, Miss…” he stated innocently, Nat not even clueing in to what the problem was.
“Hold her still, Munroe. Wind your fingers in her hair and give those pretty locks a good tug.” Ainsley instructed, a wry smile on her face. She could already tell Natalie was going to be a fun toy to play with, and she licked her lips as a barrage of ideas ran through her mind all at once. “I’m not sure how well the rest of the evening is going to go for her if she can't even hold still while you undress her.” She commented offhandedly.
Natalie felt a firm hand still her movements and she flushed lightly, not even having realized she was moving in the first place. “I’m sorry Miss. Sir. I didn-” Before she could continue, Ainsley spoke once more. “I don’t believe I asked for your excuses, sweet girl.” Addressing Munroe she grinned wickedly. “Finish undressing her, and if she moves, pull her hair and give her two hard spanks. Remind her that there are consequences for her actions.”
Munroe stepped up and did as instructed, getting a good hold on Nat’s hair, right at the nape of her neck where it would be easiest to control her. He was pressed right against her, smirking, and he liked the little bit of fear he saw in her eyes. Ainsley was brilliant at this, not letting Nat speak and when given his next orders, he moved in front of her, still holding her hair, and started to undo the buttons on her shirt. He stared into her eyes as he worked, making her visibly uncomfortable and it was only three buttons before she squirmed. Munroe didn’t hesitate, jerking as he tightened his grip on her hair and his hand reaching around to put two hard spanks, in quick succession, right on her ass with a quiet ‘ah, ah, ahh…” and a little look. Natalie, for her part, squealed but managed to stay still, letting Munroe continue his work getting her naked. Letting go of her hair only when necessary, the submissive got the rest of the way through without moving which disappointed Munroe a little but what could he do? Still holding her hair, he tossed the last of her clothes away, leaving her naked and he looked to Ainsley for the next order.
Biting her lip, Ainsley could feel a low heat settle in her abdomen as she watched Natalie’s expression, as Munroe followed her instructions to the letter. The other girl’s expression was so open and wide, and it was easy to see each and every emotion flicker across her face as Munroe delivered two sharp blows. It seemed to be enough to get her to hold still for now. Or at least, for long enough for her to make it through without another mini punishment. “Mmm, much better, Natalie. Perhaps we won’t have to punish you too much more.” Ainsley knew it wouldn’t much longer before she was wiggling once more. In fact, with what she had planned, she was sure of it.
“Now go lie on your back on the bed, darling. Munroe, there’s some rope in the side table. I want you to bind her wrists to the bedposts. And don’t go easy on her. She’s already shown us that she’s not very good at keeping herself still.” The last bit was spoken with a playful fondness as she winked at Nat, a light blush coving the girl’s cheeks, a light shiver running through her as she rubbed her thighs together subconsciously. Ainsley could tell she was already getting excited, which just pleased her even more, excited to see exactly what kinds of responses they could pull from her. “Once you’re done, I want you to take off your shirt and pants, but leave your underwear on for now, Pretty boy. We’ll save that excitement for a little later.”
Releasing Nat’s hair, Munroe didn’t miss the little shiver in the girl’s body while Ainsley spoke and he couldn’t help grinning. He watched her head to the bed and moved there himself to grab the ropes that were just where they should have been. “Yes, Miss,” he started as he kneed onto the bed next to Nat’s side, hands tying a simple, no-slip knot, “We’ve been practicing these knots in class… they’ll keep her still,” he looked right into Nat’s eyes as he slipped the rope around her closest wrist and continued, making his statement a promise directly to her, “No matter how hard she struggles.”
It was quick work to get her trussed up and he was off the bed and disrobing before he knew it, taking everything but his expensive boxer briefs off, the thing fabric not doing much to hide his half-erection. Natalie had been pulling and fiddling with the ropes, not paying much attention, and when she looked back and saw Munroe nearly naked, her blush deepened and she bit her full bottom lip in a way that made him want to jump on her and bite her. He refrained, however, and looked at Ainsley, eyes dancing with anticipation and amusement, “All done, Miss.”
Everything about this scene was playing directly into Ainsley’s voyeuristic kink. Natalie was incredibly hot, and- while she had no sexual attraction towards Munroe- there was no denying how attractive he was, aesthetically. It was difficult to stay seated, but that in and of itself provided a kind of pleasure she was far from expecting from a scene like this. Leaning forward, a slow smirk spread across her lips as Munroe tied her down, his knots simple, yet strong, and a barrage of ideas began to spring to her mind all at once.
Natalie’s face was starting to flush and her breathing heavy, and Ainsley licked her lips as Munroe turned to her, waiting for his next instruction. “I want you to touch her, but just enough so she can just barely feel your fingers grazing her skin.” She ordered, her voice low and heavy, her eyes tracking his movements as he did as he was bidden. “Now, slowly add more pressure. You have strong hands. I want you to circle her throat with one hand- just hard enough to have just a taste of what you’re capable of- and play with her nipples with the other.”
Munroe’s excitement about the scene was matched only by Ainsley’s if the look on her face was anything to go by. She looked so into it and it made the submissive’s cock twitch. Natalie was going to be a mess by the end of it, Munroe almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
He kept his eyes on Ainsley as much as he could as he touched Nat, fingers barely skirting over her soft skin. Nat was ticklish, it turned out, and squirmed away from the light teasing at her sides. It made Munroe chuckle as he pressed his palm down harder when instructed to, smoothing his hand firmly, possessively over her torso. His free hand moved to Nat’s neck and he could feel her pulse beating strong, felt her muscles and sinews moving under her skin as she swallowed against the light pressure he put there. Starting gently, he fondled her right breast, thumb brushing over her already hard nipples before he turned his hand to briefly pinch the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp shock of pain made Nat yelp and she strained against her bonds, one knee raising up from the bed as she quickly mumbled her apologies and Munroe, for his part, just smiled and looked to Ainsley for instruction.
It was an interesting sensation, the swell of pride and power of knowing that Munroe was deferring to her entirely, combined with the newer feeling that accompanied Dominating by proxy, had her feeling heady with confidence and assurance. She watched with rapt attention as Natalie squirmed under his touch, the featherlight caresses causing her to giggle and shift. Yet, as he began to increase the pressure, the entire mood in the room seemed to shift to something heavier. For as enjoyable as it was to watch Nat’s reactions, she found herself drawn to observing Munroe more closely, a slow smile coming to her face as she met his gaze. He looked as into the scene as she was, and she knew he was going to enjoy how the rest of the night was going to go, even if she intended to play with him a bit as well.
“The two of you look so good together,” She drawled, shifting to cross her knees, a low heat setting in her stomach. “Natalie, you’re not to move. If you can’t hold still, you will be punished at my discretion. And as a warning to you, I am not feeling merciful.” Eyes widened as the other girl nodded. Ainsley knew immediately that she wasn’t going to be able to follow through very well and if she was honest, she was quite looking forward to that part. “Munroe, I want you to use your mouth, now. I want hickeys covering that beautiful body of hers. Nothing permanent, obviously, but I want her to feel you on her for days, and we’re going to start with some colorful marks. Start at her neck, and then work your way down.”
There wasn’t much more that Munroe enjoyed in this world than showing off, being watched and this? This scene was hitting all the right buttons for him. His boxers already had a wet spot from precum and he was rock hard. Thankfully, he like expensive boxer briefs so they didn’t tent out obscenely like lesser underwear would. He settled over Natalie and the girl looked up at him with a guarded expression, it was easy to see she was nervous and didn’t want to be punished and that she knew she was going to fail anyway. Munroe grinned, feral, which didn’t help her fears as he looked into her eyes like he was going to devour her. Just before he leaned in to start, he tilted his head slightly and gave a nod to acknowledge Ainsley’s instructions, “Yes, Miss…. right away.”
Leaning down, he started with a lick along Nat’s neck and heard a little gasp that made him chuckle. A few little nips to the sensitive skin and he latched on, sucking hard, determined to make a beautiful bruise. Nat broke before he expected, she must have had a very sensitive neck as she jerked under him and tried to choke back a little whimper. Whatever it had been, it certainly didn’t fit the criteria of ‘staying still’ and Munroe kept sucking as he listened to see what Ainsley would do about it. Or, rather, what Ainsley would get him to do about it.
For as much as Ainsley appreciated the sights before her, she absolutely relished in the sounds Munroe was pulling from the other girl. Little whimpers and moans, slipped from her lips within moments, and it was really no surprise when she began moving, her hips jerking sharply beneath him. Tutting, she shook her head, “Now, now, naughty girl. I believe I told you to hold still, didn’t I? It’s starting to seem like you want to be punished.” Ainsley smirked as Nat’s eyes went as wide as saucers and she shook her head in earnest, “Perhaps knowing what you’ll lose if you misbehave will motivate you to follow my rules?”
“Please, Miss. I’m sorry. I’m trying, I promise!” Nat’s voice was breathy with desperation, strain evident in her tone as she tried to focus long enough to form coherent words as Munroe teased her relentlessly. “I don’t want you to try, Natalie. I want you to do.” A low whine escaped the other girl, but she ignored her as she addressed Munroe. “You, on the other hand, are being such a good boy, Munroe. I think you might deserve a reward, soon. Tell me, is she wet? I bet she could take your cock already, just from you just biting her neck. Fuck her with one finger, slowly. And do not touch her clit. She hasn’t earned that privilege, yet.”
Munroe had sucked two more marks into Natalie’s neck before Ainsley had finished talking about how naughty the submissive was being and he wasn’t letting up. He could feel the tension in Natalie’s body as she struggled to keep herself still as Munroe all but redoubled his efforts. Looking at Ainsley, Munroe smiled as he pulled off, licking soothingly over Nat’s marked skin and then his lips as he reached between them to see if she was wet. “Oh, Miss… she’s so wet….” he angled his hand and slid his middle finger inside her centre, letting out a heated ‘ohh’ as he felt muscle tightening around the breach, “Miss…” he repeated, watching Natalie’s face as she fought to keep herself still, he himself was having trouble keeping his focus and not getting distracted by the throbbing ache in his belly that made him want to bury himself as deep inside her as he could. This was Ainsley’s show, however, and that sweet pain of not getting his release right away? Absolutely worth it in the end. With a little groan, he started fucking into Nat with one finger, others far from her clit and Munroe’s head dropped forward with a little huff, not yet going back to making marks as he hadn’t been told to yet.
Ainsley couldn’t deny how much she was enjoying having power over both of the submissives, and leaned forward slightly in her chair as Munroe did as he was instructed. She had been careful to set up her chair at a good angle, and she was glad she had taken the extra time to do so, her view of the two entirely perfect. Letting out a low groan, she felt a heat settle low in her belly, and crossed her legs in a weak attempt to ease the wave of arousal that had settled between her thighs. “Shift to the side a little, Munroe.” Her voice was low as she watched with rapt attention as he slowly fucked her. Natalie’s body was tensed and her face red as she fought the instinct to buck her hips up and meet him for every movement. “P-please, Miss.” Tutting, Ainsley shook her head, “You’re going to have to do better than that, darling.” She drawled, chuckling as she watched Nat bite her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood.
And she was hardly unaware of the strain she could she in Munroe’s body as well, his erection was obvious and she could tell that he was starting to get frustrated as well. “Add another finger, pretty boy. I want you to get her nice and needy. You deserve a little reward for being such a good boy for me, don’t you? I want you to make her so desperate all she can do is beg.” While Ainsley would love to deny him a bit longer, she was also eager to move things along a bit and find out exactly how obedient he could be. “Make me a cute little trail from her neck to to that pretty pussy of hers for me, and if you can get her to move again, I’ll let you use her for a little bit of relief.”
Munroe moved a bit, clearing Ainsley’s line of sight so she could watch his handiwork. Nat’s quiet begging sent a wave of desire right to his core and his hips moved on their own, rutting just once against the other submissive’s thigh before he remembered himself and he found himself biting his own lip at the same time as her. Sliding in a second finger at her command, he let out a little breath as he nodded, precum leaking from his cock making a noticeable wetspot. He did think he deserved a reward, this entire thing was so god damn hot he was having trouble keeping himself under control but he was managing fairly well under the circumstances. Of course, Ainsley’s next orders made him look over at her, his grin nothing but eager to do as she asked and he kept both fingers in her, pumping them into her, pressing up in an undulating motion as he moved back up to look at her. Waiting until she made eye contact, Munroe made damn sure she saw the hunger in his expression before ducking down and biting at her pulse point before licking and sucking a mark there. Down, down, down he went, leaving a trail of marks over her collarbone, skirting over her breast and down to her belly. Dragging his teeth over her belly button, Munroe was able to get her to flinch as he chuckled and bit down a little harder before sucking the next mark into her skin, just to the right of it, head at an angle that he could raise his gaze to look at Ainsley through his lashes, silently questioning if that had counted or not.
The tension in the room was palpable, the little competition she’d encourage sparking a blaze of intensity that burned through the room. Every detail of the scene unfolding before her was in hyperfocus, the rest of the world fading into a blur as noted the muscles and tendons in Nat’s body as she strained to remain still, as well as the subtler, yet entirely obvious against the stillness of the room, jerking of Munroe’s hips. The whole thing had Ainsley tensing in her chair, resisting the urge to move closer and touch, knowing that it would ruin the whole thing. Blue eyes looked up at her through long lashes, arousal and heat in his gaze, and she was surprised to realize how affected she really was by his sensual movements. And when Natalie could hold back no longer, a shudder traveling through the length of her body, she could see the satisfaction and pride in his eyes as he met her eye once more.
A disappointed sigh slipped past her lips, and she just barely managed to hold back her smirk as Nat’s head whipped to the side, an expression of distressed regret clear on her face and an excuse no doubt on the tip of her tongue. But Ainsley cut her off before she could speak, “Natalie, Natalie, Natalie. You must really like Munroe, letting him take your rewards with such ease like that.” She drawled, shaking her head and tutting lightly. “Take off your underwear, Pretty Boy. Rub your cock against her pussy. Get it nice and wet, but don’t touch her clit. She’s not earned it yet.” While she felt no sexual attraction to Munroe per se, she could understand objectively why people would be attracted to him across the board and she couldn’t deny the fact that he had an aesthetic beauty to him that she enjoyed immensely. “Give her just a few inches, Munroe. Just enough to keep her on edge, for now.” Nat’s face was practically purple as she held her breath, trying to stop her hips from rising to meet his- despite how futile her efforts really were- and Ainsley let out a low chuckle. “Stay still, naughty girl. At this rate you’re never going to earn your reward. Munroe, I want you to fuck her hard. Hold her hips down, though. If she can’t do it herself, you’re going to have to help her. But she is, under no circumstances, allowed to cum. Understood?”
Ainsley’s disappointed tone made Munroe chuckle, a gleeful sort of sound as Natalie looked towards him with almost a glare. Almost, if it wasn’t filled with such desperation and pure want. It made Munroe’s cock throb as he moved off her a little, getting out of his boxers and settling himself between her legs. Forcing his knees under her thighs, he teased at her entrance, careful not to get near her clit, as ordered, and dipped his cock in and out a few times, shallow as can be. It was a test for him too, teasing himself as well as Natalie and he bit his bottom lip before exhaling a little groan. Nat caved eventually and bucked her hips up to meet him and he laughed as Ainsley chastised her again. He shifted himself slightly, both hands moving to press her hips into the mattress as he started to fuck into her properly.
Natalie was straining against the binds, hands holding tight to the rope as Munroe steadied her hips. She felt so good around his length, tight, hot, wet… her little gasps of pleasure ramped up in pitch and Munroe pulled back, slowing right down to almost nothing so that she wouldn’t cum causing her to cry out in frustration. He huffed out a single laugh but he was right in the same boat as her. Breathing hard, he kept fucking her, still slow, and edged the both of them while he waited for Ainsley’s next order.
When they had first discussed their scene together, Ainsley had been excited to try this kind of concept out with Munroe, but she hadn’t had any idea of how satisfying it would be. Seeing the scene play out before her was equal parts a turn on and a power trip as she watched the two Submissives struggle to remain in control of themselves. Despite the appearance of Munroe’s position, his role was still merely as a vessel of Ainsley’s will. And as a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin and a deep flush settled across his chest, an unadulterated expression of concentration on his face reminded her of how she was the true mastermind behind this whole thing.
And as his hips slowed, his movements becoming even more deliberate as he denied Natalie the orgasm she so desperately needed, she felt a surge of pride at how much self control he was able to exert over himself. She gave them a minute or two to calm, but as soon as she saw Nat’s grip on the ropes begin to relax, she sat up a little straighter, “I think our girl is getting bored, Pretty boy, and we can’t have that. Lift her legs over your shoulders and fuck her as hard as you can. I want her to feel you for days.” As he began to speed up, she watched with rapt attention, giving orders to speed up or slow down- recognizing the signs their bodies gave as they got a hair too close to release- not quite ready to let their fun end and relishing in the jerky movements and agitated noises they made.
Natalie whined in desperation, she had just gotten herself under control when Ainsley spurred Munroe on again, ordering them into a different position that would give them a whole host of new pleasures to fight against. Munroe himself let out a little groan but he didn’t hesitate as he grabbed her ankles and settled her legs over his shoulders, fucking into her hard and fast. Following Ainsley’s commands to the T was both easier and more difficult as Munroe’s orgasm grew to the point where it would be very, very difficult to deny. He could tell Natalie was at that point as well, both of them teetering right on the edge of the knife, barely holding on to what little control they had.
Looking over at Ainsley as he panted for breath, Munroe wiped the back of his hand across his brow, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat before he rested his head against Natalie’s calm, “Miss…” the tone was pretty pathetic, even he had to admit that himself, “Please…” He wasn’t above begging, hell, he enjoyed it when it was requested and part of the fun and games but in that moment? It was real and he kept it as simple as possible not wanting to take away Ainsley’s control of the situation but feeling desperate enough to try to sway her at least a little.
The sounds were absolutely intoxicating, and Ainsley felt high as she watched with rapt attention as brows furrowed and teeth dug into cherry lips, the two Submissives doing their best to follow her orders. Natalie’s knuckles were white from the sheer force of her grip on the ropes as she kept herself as still as she could, while Munroe followed each and every instruction that she gave within a moment of hearing it, and it was clear both were fast approaching their breaking points.
Part of her wanted to head them off, to deny them what they so desperately desired, she also was eager to witness that moment of bliss as they finally found relief. But the quiet, weak beg that came unprompted from the blonde as her eyes met blue only further compelled her to decide on the latter. “Thirty more seconds, Pretty boy.” She said, deciding on a compromise, of sorts as she counted backward in her head. “Faster, Munroe. Don’t give up, now, sweet boy. You’re so close to your reward.” She crooned, her tongue moistening her lips as the slap of skin on skin became the predominant sound beneath their pants and moans and waited impatiently to see if they’d be able to hold off for her. “Fifteen seconds…”
Munroe let out a frustrated breath, not frustrated at Ainsley but at himself for losing his control. Thirty seconds, however, that he was sure he could do. His skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat glistening as a few drops slid down from his temple while he kept at it, picking up his speed at Ainsley’s prompting. Natalie looked like she was about to pass out or puke or both but Munroe didn’t let it deter him.
He almost fell off the edge twice more in the short period of time, the rush of pleasure surging forward and falling back just before peaking, “Miss…” his voice was strained, he was sure there was only a few seconds left, why was it taking so long!? Gritting his teeth, Munroe focused hard, keeping his pace and forcing his orgasm back as hard as he could, wanting to do his best for Ainsley.
Ainsley almost felt bad as she watched their faces twist in frustration and concentration, but not enough to cut the remaining time short. She was impressed how well they were doing, knowing that they really were pushing themselves to their limits. A soft chuckle escaped her as she head Munroe’s voice, hoarse and rough, a pathetic whine from Natalie coming a moment after. And as her countdown finally hit zero, a proud smile came to her face as she finally spoke the words they’d been waiting so obediently to hear. “Cum for me.” She said, a proud smile on her face. “You’ve both been so good for me, and I’m so proud of you.”
Notes: Quiz with rewards and punishments, some smut
Class: Rewards and Punishment, Advanced Dom.
Jamie waited on his knees at Sir Nate's door after knocking. He'd enjoyed the presentation they'd done together and found himself eager to see what would happen without an audience.
Nate had been trying to figure out what to do with James for their scene, wanting to figure out how to correspond a scene with rewards and punishments. He thought he had something, but he needed to make sure James was on the same page with him. He smiled as he opened the door to James kneeling. "Good boy. Alright c'mon in and go kneel by the couch. I wanna make sure we on the same page here." Once they were in Nate sat on the couch where James was kneeling. "Ok, so we talked about doing something with rewards and punishment, which, I'll be honest, makes me nervous cos I don't like givin' undeserved punishments. So is there somethin' we can do that can involve both rewards and punishments without ya needin' to necessarily earn a punishment or whatever?"
"Thank you Sir." Jamie stood up and extended his cane. He knew the lay out of the suite from the last time he was there so he easily made his way to the couch. He folded up the cane and set it aside as he knelt. Listening to the Dom, he nodded. "I understand Sir. As they teach us in the class both rewards and punishments need to be handled with care and thought." He ticked his head to the side. "Perhaps we could have some sort of a quiz. It might not be so surprising to find that I'm a fan of tests and such. You could ask questions about D/s history or about D/s theory and give a reward or punishment based on the correctness of the answers?"
Nate nodded, though it was more for himself, of course. "I think that's a real good idea, darlin'. So now what I need to know, is what do ya see as punishments and what do ya see as rewards?"
Jamie thought about that for a moment. That was what was so terribly intense about rewards and punishments. It was revealing something terribly personal about yourself. Sometimes it was even revealing to yourself. "I... isolation... lack of contact whether verbal or physical is a.. powerful punishment. Something like leaving the room or refusing to speak would most definitely get across the idea that I did something wrong. I suppose that might be difficult to achieve in the context of a scene though." He thought longer, chewing his lip as an idea came to him. "If you disorient me... turn me a few times walk through your space quickly and then orient me somewhere there is not physical input as to where I am.... well your touch in itself will become a reward. Taking away that touch will be... well let's just say that I would be well motivated to not be punished."
"Is that too much though?" he asked, listening to James explain what would, in essence be excellent punishments for him, though Nate really felt like it would be too much for what they were doing. "I am okay with touch/silence for wrong answers and touch/compliments for right ones, but I just wanna make sure that's gonna be okay for ya. I don't wanna push ya too far, darlin."
Jamie smiled shyly. It was a true and genuine smile few people saw. Nate's concern for him was real and it made him feel even safer. "I think as long as I have a safe word to rely on it will be alright. Just knowing that it is there will help me remember that this is just a scene and that you are there for me if I need it. But I think you might be right. Perhaps withdrawing touch and verbal contact would be too much. You're wise to be cautious Sir. Thank you."
Knowing both that James knew he had a safeword and was clearly willing to use it did make Nate feel a lot better about the situation. "I absolutely am," Nate promised, "Your comfort is of the upmost importance to me." Nate took a breath and placed his hand on James' shoulder, "Alright, well I think we're gonna do this right here cos the playroom has a lotta stuff in it and it might be difficult to navigate. So, then we're gonna start, unless ya have any questions."
Jamie sighed and relaxed. For even the most experienced people the negotiating of the scene was the most stressful honestly. He felt completely at ease with Nate and knew that it was all going to be good. He knew he'd learn something and only had to worry about submitting control to the Dom. He breathed in and out and nodded his head. "Ready Sir."
Nate hummed a little separating himself only slightly from James to avoid accidental touching. “Alright darlin, what is the hierarchy of the school?”
Jamie loved that Nate was clear and direct. "At the top sit Headmistress Sylvester and Headmaster Schuester followed by students marked as Dominants. Students marked as switches are above those marked as submissives, but are subordinate to Dominants and the Heads. At the bottom of the hierarchy are school slaves. And of course teachers and staff of all marks are accorded respect from students of all marks." Jamie ran it through is mind to see if he'd forgotten anything.
Nate smiles at how promptly and completely James has answered the question and immediately put his hand on James’ shoulder with a soft rub, “that’s very good, darlin. Perfectly answered.” After a moment he lifted his hand again. “True or false, Doms are allowed in the submissive dorms after curfew.”
It was incredible how much he reacted to touch. His whole simultaneously lit up and relaxed. He nodded and closed his eyes. The hand disappearing had the desired affect instantly making him want to please the Dom again so it would return. "That is false Sir."
Nate’s hand went back to James’ body, this time for towards the side of his neck, “Such a smart boy ya are,” he smiled. Again, after a minute of the touch, Nate lifted away, ready with an immediate question, “what are the requirements needed to graduate from the school?”
If Jamie was a cat surely he would have purred. Nate's touch was warm and firm. "Each student must complete their coursework and have reached level... level... le..." Jamie's chin fell to his chest. Why couldn't he remember which level? It was four wasn't it? Or was that just when you could have a trual claim. "I'm sorry Sir."
When James started to stutter, Nate put his hand away from him and simply said, "Incorrect." He counted silently in his head for 20 seconds without a word or a touch to James. "It is okay, darlin'," he said after the time was over. "Finish all their coursework, get 5000 points and have a claim," he told him as the answer to the question. "Now, onto the next question," he said, moving on and hoping James would as well, "What is the term for artistic and intricate bondage work?"
As Nate moved away Jamie tried to follow at first leaning to where he thought the Dom was, but he was disoriented in the unfamiliar space and more importantly the Dom had withdrew his touch and it was not for him in the submissive position to seek it out again. He could get that touch back by doing better. He nodded at the information. Dammit he knew that.. he shook his head trying to shake off the self recrimination and move forward. Listening to the next question he breathed a sigh of relief. "Shibari is the Western term though in Japan the practice is more commonly called Kinbaku meaning tight binding."
Nate let out a whispered, "wow," as he was very impressed and immediately brought soft touch to the side of James' neck and then up into his hair, 'That was so impressive," he smiled, "Especially getting the japanese term as well, Excellent job, darlin'." After a moment of scratching his fingers lightly into James' hair, he spoke again, "Quick pause," he said, though keeping a hand on James' body, "What do you think about kicking things up a notch? If ya wanna - and ya can say nah - but what if we made the touches more sexual, and right answers get pleasure and wrong ones take it away?"
The verbal praise along with the restored touch sent an actual shudder run down his spine. He smiled. "It helps that I spent so much time there." Nate's idea to 'kick things up a notch' is not unappealing at all. In fact he's very excited about the idea and readily agreed, nodding his head. "Yes Sir, but may the ultimate reward be the honor of pleasuring you?"
"You were in Japan?" he said, a little thrown off by the information, "I had no idea. What brought you there?" he asked, interested. Nate chuckled at James' reaction, rubbing his fingers in his hair again, "Adorable. Alright, get your clothes off and bend over the coffee table; it's about arm's length on your right," he said, standing up himself and stripping his clothes off. "If that is what you would like your reward to be, I can certainly allow for that. Are you okay with orally pleasing me after I've banged ya? Or do ya just want me to use fingers?"
"I was Sir. I was in the student exchange program. Spent nearly a year in Japan, my senior year." He smiled remembering that time fondly. Being ordered was not something that happened with anyone outside of Mateo and it was thrilling. He wondered in that moment what it would be like to be Dommed by them both at the same time. He nodded and began to undress carefully folding and setting his clothes aside where they wouldn't be in the way. "I am okay with it, but regardless I give the decision to you Sir. I am yours for this scene to use as you see fit."
"I bet that was awesome," Nate hummed a bit, wondering what traveling so far that young would have been like. "Well I am happy you are giving me all of the control, but I just wanted to make sure cos not everyone is okay with somethin' like that," he said, waiting for James to get himself set up and placed a hand on either hip for a moment so that James knew where he was. When he was ready to answer the question, he removed his hand but stroke himself to get hard. "Alright, next question. What are the common titles used for dominants?"
"It was incredible. I hope to go back some day." He nodded. Perhaps it wouldn't be his favorite thing, but he also knew that he'd made sure to clean inside and out very well before coming over. He draped himself over the coffee table waiting for Nate to make the next move. The Dominant's hands on his hands on his hips queued him for the remainder of the scene. When the hands left he breathed in reminding himself that as long as he did well the touch would return. "Miss, Sir, Mistress, and Master. Some Dom's and Domme's prefer more informal titles such as Mr. and Mrs and other's still might be Mommy or Daddy if they are involved with a submissive Little."
"Very good, darlin'," Nate hummed, one hand placed on James' hip while the other had a finger slicked up before pushing into James, working him open enough to quickly push a second finger, then holding them inside him. "Alright, next question. What is the purpose of aftercare and is there any one way to do it?"
The touch was a welcome reward for the correct answer, but it only got better as Nate pushed a finger inside. He couldn't help the little groan that broke free, which became broken and throatier when a second finger joined it. "Thank you Sir." He focused on the question to keep himself from fucking himself back on the fingers. "Aftercare is the process of seeing to the psychological and physical care of all parties after a scene. It is often seen as just the care of the submissive as they often carry the brunt of the scene, but it is equally important that a Dominant is cared for as well. There is not just one way of performing aftercare." He hoped desperately that the answer would get him further reward.
He listened to another well thought out answer, moving his fingers inside James once again, rolling them around until James was open enough to be able to take Nate's cock. Nate removed his fingers and put the tip of his length up at James' opening. "What physical marks do all students and graduates have to show what their designation is?"
"Oh... Sir...Sir.." Jamie couldn't hold back the words as Nate stretched him out. He could feel the large head of Nate's cock at his entrance and it took everything not to push back. "We... we... the students and graduates we have... we have tattoos Sir. Tattoos on our arms." He held up his own to show his designation as a switch. "Oh please Sir. Please."
Nate looked as the hand raised, "Good boy," he hummed, a few slow, yet purposeful thrusts into James, moaning himself as he felt the tight walls of the boy crush around his throbbing cock. After a few thrusts to prove how good James had done, Nate paused again, pushed all the way inside him. "Alright, not some less schooly questions," he smirked, not looking to make them too hard, but getting bored with the education based questions, "Name the planets of our solar system in order."
Nate felt great, stretching and thrusting into him. He groaned as the Dom stilled deep inside him. The other boy's cock stretched him in such a way that pressed against his prostate, making it extremely hard to think. "Mercury,.... V...Venus, Earth, Mars... ahhh... Mars.." He felt his body contracting around Nate without conscious thought. "Oh God... I..." He wasn't going to give up the feeling of Nate inside him, touching him... He wracked his brain for the mnemonic he'd learned. my very educated mother just served us nine pizzas "Yes... Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto... no.. no not Pluto. Pluto isn't a planet." The words spilled out breathlessly.
Nate stayed still inside James as he listened to the boy mumbled through the planets, enjoying it a little bit as he moaned and trying to think. "Didn't they make pluto a planet again?" he asked, starting to slowly rock in and out of James so he knew the answer was accepted, "I can't keep up with all that. But I definitely accept it, good job darlin," he said, giving James a few thrusts into him. "God, you're so tight," he growled before stopping inside him again. "Next Question - Who is the hero in Die Hard, the greatest movie of all time?"
He gasped as Nate started thrusting again. He felt tight as the Dom rocked into him. He rolled his hips and tightened his channel striving to give every possible pleasure to the Dom. He whimpered a bit as he stopped, but waited patiently for his next question... and then... *What? He didn't have the slightest clue who the hero in Die Hard was. He didn't know anything about that movie. He wracked his brain, but came up blank. Letting his head thunk down onto the coffee table he shook it back and forth. "I don't know Sir... I'm sorry. I don't know."
When James couldn't come up with the answer, Nate was disappointed not because he was wrong, but because no one had explained Die Hard to him. Nate, again, counted silently in his head to 20, no words, no touching. Once it was over, Nate put his hands on James' hips, "It's alright, darlin'. You're okay. Though when this is over ima have to explain Die Hard to ya cos it's the greatest movie of all time and it's a pure tragety that ya haven't seen it," he said with a slight chuckle as he pushed himself back into James. "The answer is John McClaine by the way. Alright, final question," he said, thinking a moment, "what is the capital of California?"
Nate went silent and stilled his movements. At first it was fine. He'd gotten the answer wrong... this was the consequence, but by the time Nate touched him again and spoke in that comforting Southern drawl, Jamie was nearly in tears. He loved the chuckle and was about to join with his own when Nate pushed in and the chuckle became a groan. "Oh God. Yes... yes... watch with you Sir. Oh fuck..." At least the last question was one that he for sure knew and he wondered if the Dom chose that one on purpose. "Sacramento! Sacramento, Sir!"
Nate growled as James all but screamed out the capital of California, which Nate went with since he knew that's where James was from originally. "There's a good boy," he moaned, picking up his pace inside James, his fingers gripped deep into the other's hips to keep him in place. "Such a good boy," he cried out, fucking the switch hard and fast.
"Yes!" Jamie gripped the edges of the coffee table as Nate began to fuck him in earnest now. "Thank you. Thank you... ahhh... haaa...... haaa." He was panting with the pleasure building in him. He was already on the edge of climax. "So close... so close.. Sir.. Sir.. Sir.... yessss. Please, please can I cum?"
Nate's thrusts were deep and hard into James, both moaning and grunting in pleasure and need. He wanted to give James pleasure for being such a good boy for him, but knew that the switch had wanted to pleasure Nate himself as a reward as well. He did love to hear a pretty boy beg for climax and his thrusts continued right til the point where Nate gave his permission, "Yes, good boy. Cum for me."
As if a switch was flipped, Jamie came hard at Nate's word, pumping out onto the table and whimpering out his release. He was left drained and breathing heavily. But his reward was not to cum... his reward was supposed to be giving Nate his pleasure. "Want... want to please y..you, Sir."
“Good boy,” he growled, feeling James clench against him as he release shot out, everything about his reaction being one of pleasure and ecstasy. “I know ya do,” he said, slowly himself until he could pull out. He did a quick rub of a towel over his member before sitting down on the couch, using his hands on James’ shoulders to guide the boy in front of him. “Alright Kneel, darlin. I’m right in front of ya. Go ahead and get your reward.”
Jamie whimpered a bit at the loss of Nate's girth stretching him, but being guided forward on his knees was enough to make him forget that in favor of the pleasure yet to come. The pleasure of being used. The pleasure of giving. He reached out this hands until he came into contact with the Dom's strong swimmer's thighs. Letting that touch ground him, he found what he was looking for and sealed his lips around Nate's still hard shaft. He sucked and licked just the crown for long moments before sliding further down. There were lingering tastes of lube and other things, but the thorough washing earlier had done its job and nothing was overwhelming. Instead he was able to just focus on the joy of having a cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down for a bit to let his saliva ease his way farther and farther down. Finally Nate was at the back of his mouth and just a swallow and a push had him down his throat. He backed off sucking all the way to the tip before teasing there for a moment and then sliding all the way back down. This went on for a bit before he felt the need to just abandon himself to the Dom. He wanted to fully submit to Nate. Reaching up he finally found the man's hands and brought them up to the back of his head, clearing giving him the signal to use him however he wished.
It was an interesting feeling having James’ hands crawl over him in an effort to find his way. Nate definitely liked it and never realized what a neat feeling it was. He watched as James began, his hot tongue washing over his shaft, before his lips surrounded it and sucked it between his cheeks. “Oh god, ya have a good mouth,” he moaned, laying his head back against the couch to enjoy himself. Suddenly, there was a switch. Nate couldn’t pin point what it was, but James became hungrier, seemingly for Nate and that’s when the Dom felt his hand move to James’ hair. Nate got the message, gripping into the locks and holding James’ head still. He argued his hips several times into James’ throat, listening to the lewd sucking sounds and watching the drool pool from the switch’s mouth. Nate pulled him off to give him air, looking at the mess the boy’s face was becoming, before forcing his face back on Nate’s cock. “There we go, boy. Suck that cock like a good, needy little slut.”
Jamie wasn't one for dirty talk, wouldn't normally go for being called a slut, but damn if he wasn't fully submitted in that moment. Nate was such a different Dom than Mateo. They were both so strong and forceful... just different. He braced his hands around Nate, letting the other move him as he wanted, sucking hard and using his tongue as much as he could. He was wet with drool and his own cum... a mess, but happily submitting. Such a hard to task for him that Nate had the talent to bring out in him.
James’ mouth felt so good against Nate’s needy member that he barely knew what he was saying. He’d gone so completely into his Dom mode that it was all so second nature that he really didn’t worry that much about what he was saying or doing. “There we go...fuck good boy,” he moaned, his words and breath more needy as his climax grew closer. Soon, he was at the point of not return. “Fuck...ok close your eyes,” he warned, knowing James might not realize what he was doing without physical cues. When James complied, Nate pulled from the switch’s mouth, pumping himself to completion, silky strands of his climax splashing against James’ lips, cheeks and in his mouth. Once Nate’s body had calmed slightly, he ran his hands throw James’ hair, “Such a good boy,” he moaned, grabbing a towel and cleaning at James’ face.
Jamie felt how Nate's thrusts became faster, his hands in his hair became rougher, and voice more intense with need and knew he was getting close. Wanting to give him the best he could, Jamie swallowed and hummed around his hard thrusting member. He closed his eyes when ordered and knowing what it meant tilted his head up ready to receive his load. The warm splash and burst of bitter taste on his tongue had him groaning in pleasure. He rocked back on his heals, face still turned up to Nate, licking at his lips. "Th... thank you... than you Ssir." His voice was weak and hoarse from being used.
Nate gave a smiled hum as he watched James calm himself a bit. Nate reaches up to run his fingers through James’ hair, “Good boy,” he repeated, “Alright so how ya feelin?”
"Thank you Sir." Jamie breathed heavily. "I'm good Sir. Thank you for giving me my reward. Thank you for your guidance."
WHAT: Daisy and Bel take part in scene week, focusing on denial. Both are excited and nervous but know they can work together.
RELEVANT CLASSES: I Can’t Stop Touching Myself (Denial)
Bel Hart
Out of all of her scenes, the one with Daisy was the one Bel was looking forward to the most, but also the one she was the most nervous about. She did a lot of research and pulled from her own experiences with denial and being dommed in general. While she was a little nervous about that part of the scene, she couldn't wait to get to the aftercare part. Once Daisy arrived, Bel ushered her into the bedroom where she had a recently purchased vibrator laid out as well as some vibrating panties. She'd gone over the three tasks she'd be putting Daisy through and found that having a game planned helped get her into the mindset a lot quicker than it normally did. "I'm so excited to be experiencing this with you today, Daisy. For the scene you will be calling me Miss and I will be calling you Ua." Bel smiled at the nickname she'd picked out for the other girl which meant flower in Swahili. "Can you remind me of your limits and safeword again, please? While you take off all of your clothes?"
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy was excited for her scene with Bel - the other Switch was kind, easy to talk to and they got along well. She was a little nervous, but it was mainly due to this being a new experience for them both. They'd never been together before, not like this, so it was only natural to feel a little nervous. "I'm excited too, Miss," she said honestly, adopting the title now so she could get used to it, slowly removing her clothes and folding them neatly. "My limits are feet, scat, watersports and blood. I'm okay with everything else though. And I use the stoplight system as my safeword - so red if I need to stop and yellow if I feel like I'm getting close." She stopped, now naked in front of the other girl and smiled shyly, a dull blush rising to her cheeks. But she said nothing, waiting for Bel's next request.
Bel Hart
It was still odd for Bel, being in the role that held the control, though she understood that it didn't necessarily mean she held the power. Even as shy as she was when it came to being completely bare in front of someone else, she couldn't help but look over Daisy's form, admiring how breathtakingly gorgeous she was. "Okay, thank you for reciting that for me again," she memorized everything she said and while she was sure she wasn't going to hit any of her limits, it put her at ease to keep those things in mind. "You're super pretty by the way, from head to toe." As the blush crept up on Daisy's form, she could see why people liked to see it on her so much. Bel gestured to the bed, pointing out the vibrating panties, the vibrator, and the pieces of rope she planned on using. "Do you see anything here you're not comfortable with me using on you?"
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy couldn't help but grin at the compliment, mumbling her thanks. She glanced over at the bed, at the number of toys that had been laid out nearly and she took a few steps forwards to get a better look. "No, Miss, everything here looks perfect," Daisy said honestly, looking up at her again and smiling. "They all look fun, to be honest. Where would you like me?"
Bel Hart
Bel relaxed a bit more at her answer. They were off to a good start and it only helped Bel move the scene along in a confident manner. "Okay, good," she replied with a wide smile. She moved towards the bed and picked up the vibrating panties first. "I made us something super good for dinner, Ua. Well and early dinner, and I thought we could save two birds with one stone. You can wear these while we eat and I'm going to play with the settings while we eat. And since we're doing a scene with denial, you're most definitely not allowed to cum without my permission. All sound good so far?" She asked, handing the panties over to the other Switch.
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy watched her and glanced at the vibrating panties, nodding her head. She took them from her and slipped them on quickly, making sure the vibrator was in place, cheeks still slightly flushed. "All sorted, Miss," she said with a nervous smile. Her hands played with the ends of her hair as she waited, clearly anticipating how it would feel against her clit. "Of course I won't cum without your permission, Miss. I wouldn't dream of doing so... I'm sure I can sit through dinner with these on."
Bel Hart
Bel watched with careful eyes as she slipped into the panties and situated herself. She picked up the remote and while she was itching to turn it on, she felt as though there needed to be another step added for intimacy purposes. Bel was someone who enjoyed getting to know someone whether it was emotionally, socially, or physically. She liked to be thorough and she couldn't help it, she was drawn to the other woman's ability to be absolutely bare in front of her. "Do you mind if I touch you?" She asked before reaching out to turn the end of her hair in finger.
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy watched closely as Bel looked her over. She was unashamed of her body and had always been confident. She supposed being a member of the cheerios helped with her physic, but Daisy had always been small and slight. She'd never really been conscious of her body either, which was why she had no issue being naked - or rather, almost naked - in front of the other Switch. "Of course not, Miss," Daisy whispered, smiling as she reached out for her hair. "You can touch me however you want."
Bel Hart
Things that incorporated more of a sexual nature always made Bel feel a little awkward. In order for her to feel completely comfortable, someone else needed to take charge or she needed to be completely and fully comfortable with the person. She liked Daisy lots, but she still felt that awkward energy surround her as she dropped her hand from her hair and skated down the valley of her breasts and down to her abdomen. Bel's hand skirted along the hem of the panties as she looked up at the other girl, a blush now on her own cheeks. "Thank you for that, Ua." Bel planned on touching her a lot more than that as the night progressed but that was enough for the time being. Once she led the other girl back into the dining room, she ordered Daisy to set the table of the simple sandwiches and fries she prepared and to join her at the table. As soon as she sat down, the vibrator was turned on the lowest setting.
Daisy Flanagan
A soft gasp left Daisy at the very gentle touches to her collarbone, to between her breasts and along her stomach, causing her to suck it in with a nervous giggle. She smiled at the thanks and nodded, her own hand coming up slowly to rest on Bel's cheek. But she let it fall as she was led through to the dining room. The orders were simple and Daisy set the table neatly before taking her seat beside Bel. But then she felt the start of the vibrations against her clit and moaned softly. It felt nice though was clearly on a low setting as it wasn't enough to have Daisy begging yet. So instead she beamed at Bel, sipping at her drink and breathing slightly heavier from the vibrations.
Bel Hart
While the food did hold some of her attention, most of her focus was on the girl beside her as she turned on the vibrations, eager to see how it would affect her. The remote control was hot in her hand, but she held onto it tightly as she upped the level once more time. By the time she was done with her food, which wasn't very much because of how distracting the scene was for her, the vibrator was about halfway up the levels, enough that it was making a slight buzzing sound in the quiet apartment. Bel wondered if she should have put one some music, but she liked hearing the intensity of the vibrator. "Good girl so far, Ua," Bel praised. "You can go ahead and clean up the table and the kitchen," she went on. Making sure to continue increasing the level as she followed those orders.
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy managed to eat normally for the first few minutes, keeping up an easy conversation with Bel as she did so. But gradually the vibrations got more and more intense and before she'd finished eating, the vibrators were a lot harder to ignore now. Her breathing was a little sharper, heavier and she gripped at the edge of the table tightly. The praise had her practically beaming at Bel and she nodded at her, slowly getting to her feet on shaking legs. It was harder to ignore now, much more than it had been and she cleared the table slowly, occasionally having to stop and compose herself before continuing. Bel was increasing the level of the vibrations and by the time Daisy had finished cleaning the kitchen, she could barely stand, the vibrations almost too much. "Miss! Oh god, it feels so good against me," she said, leaning on the counter for support and groaning softly. "You have n-no idea how good it feels."
Bel Hart
Usually Bel would have left then room while they were cleaning up, but she was far too intrigued by the way she was affected by the vibrator. Bel remained where she was seated, watching as waves of pleasure moved over Daisy, even to the point where she needed to stop a few times to recompose herself. She was slowly realizing why something like this was so exhilarating. Once the kitchen was clean, Bel made her way into the kitchen, standing right beside Daisy as she put the vibrator up to the highest level, eyes fixed on the other girl’s face. “How about now?”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy looked up when Bel crossed the room and stood beside her. And then the vibrations increased against her again and she let out a soft cry, her knees buckling a little. She had to grip at the counter to keep herself upright, legs shaking beneath her. "It f-feels even better now, Miss," she said between her moans, looking up at Bel, lips slightly parted. "And it feels like I'm getting close already, Miss. Oh my god."
Bel Hart
Bel was sensitive to Daisy's entire body, from the way her breathing increased to the way her knees buckled. She wished she knew what signs would give away that the other girl was close to release, but she didn't need that with how vocal Daisy seemed to be. She liked that. Bel tried to pull from her memories of being denied so she could empathize with her. "On a scale of 1-10, ten being on the brink of orgasm, where are you, Ua?"
Daisy Flanagan
"Eight," Daisy said immediately, still holding onto the counter for support. When Bel stopped beside her she reached for her hand, as though it would keep her grounded, and let out a heavy, shaking breath. "I... I w-was around a five or six all through dinner, Miss. And then as I was cleaning it crept up to seven. N-Now I'm eight, v-very close to being a nine. Oh my god." Her words ended in a moan and Daisy closed her eyes for a moment, legs pressed together firmly. "I don't want to disappoint you, Miss."
Bel Hart
Bel couldn’t help herself, she was completely drawn to the other Switch and the affect she was having on her. When Daisy reached out for her hand and she solidified the connection by holding it. Daisy’s words signified exactly how close she was, so Bel decided to turn off the vibrator, knowing she would be pushing her later. “Good girl, Ua. Ready to have more fun?”
Daisy Flanagan
The vibrations stopped suddenly and Daisy leaned against the counter, breathing heavily. She looked up at Bel and gave her a genuine smile, reaching for her hand and nodding. "Yes, Miss," she said, slowly leading her back through to the bedroom, to where the other toys were and bit her lip. "Where would you like me now, Miss?"
Bel Hart
Bel knew that the scene was only going to be more demanding from here on out, but she felt ready for whatever was going to come her way. She carefully planned and from what she saw from Daisy so far, knew that she was going to be a very good at submitting to her. Bel was almost giddy at the thought. Once back in her bedroom, she pointed to the bed. "I want you there, Ua . I want the panties gone, your legs spread, and your hands on the headboard." The firmness in her voice surprised even herself, but she liked it. She picked up the vibrating wand and waited for Daisy to follow her instructions.
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy grinned at the words and nodded eagerly. She stepped out of the vibrating panties and set them to the side neatly before climbing onto the bed. She brought her hands up to rest on the headboard and let her legs fall open, watching Bel closely as she selected a toy. Daisy no longer felt nervous - she was excited for then to play and shifted a little. "Yes, Miss," she said softly, unable to stop herself from smiling.
Bel Hart
Bel felt herself start to shift into a different mindset, one where she couldn’t wait to play with the other girl. As she got into position, Bel crawled onto the bed so that she was sitting right in between Daisy’s legs. She was feeling very playful and it showed in the smile present on her lips. Turning the vibrator on the lowest setting, she pressed it against various places on her inner thighs and outer lower lips, teasing her a bit before finally pressing it onto her clit. “How does that feel?”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy groaned at the teasing, closing her eyes again. There were presses to her thighs, between her legs and everywhere except the clit. But then Bel touched her there, pressed the toy to her very gently and she gave a loud moan, still sensitive from being edged before. "Amazing," she whispered honestly, looking up at Bel. "Please, please, Miss. I know I can take this. I w-want to be good for you, I want you to keep teasing me."
Bel Hart
Because being the Domme for a denial scene was so new to her, she didn’t know how far or how soon she could start pushing the other girl, so she was glad that Daisy was so vocal. Smirking a bit, she steadily turned up the vibrator little by little until she was a few notches from the highest level. “How about now, pretty girl?”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy's back arched and she gripped at the sheets beneath her as the settings were changed, the vibrations increased against her clit. "Amazing, Miss. It feels - oh fuck - so good," she mumbled, her head falling back against the pillows a little. She could already feel her orgasm building and whined a little, reaching for Bel's hand. "Miss! I'm c-close, I don't want to... disobey. Oh god, please, I'm so close."
Bel Hart
Bel drank in every reaction, every sound the other girl made as she pushed her toward the edge. She pressed the wand against her sex harshly as her other hand gripped at her thigh. Her own arousal was starting to take over her senses, but she still remained focused on Daisy. “Please what, Ua?” She asked, her voice throaty.
Daisy Flanagan
The wand was pushed harder against her, the vibrations harsh against her sensitive clit. There was a hand in a vice-like grip on her thigh and Daisy reached for it, holding onto it tightly and arching her back. "Please, Miss," she whimpered. "I want to c-cum. Please, please let me cum, Miss! It feels so good."
Bel Hart
Bel felt Daisy’s hand on her wrist, but her attention didn’t waver. It was stuck on the girl’s face. She memorized the way her face contorted in pleasure and how her body was rigid as it tried to fight off her impending orgasm. Bel was tempted to give into her request, but she also didn’t want to do her a disservice. So she pulled the vibrator away, leaving her wanting for more.
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy was writhing and moaning, sure she would cum at any second. But then the vibrator was gone and she was left breathing heavily on the bed, her orgasm ebbing away and she let out a little whine, slumping down against the bed. She didn't say anything, merely continued to breath heavily before shifting again and looking up at Bel, letting her legs fall open again, as though determined to tease her as well.
Bel Hart
Bel licked her lips as she dropped the toy beside her, inching closer to the other girl. She was still situated between her legs as she moved even closer, her hand moving up to cup the other girl’s face. At this point, she needed to do something to address her own feelings of arousal so she dipped down until her lips were hovering over Daisy’s. “Is it okay if I kiss you right now?”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy watched Bel move closer to her and grinned, knowing she was getting to her. The hand against her face had her sighing and she leaned into the gentle touch for a moment. "Yes, Miss," Daisy said softly, pulling her a little closer and grinning at her. "Of course it's okay if you want to kiss me."
Bel Hart
Bel wasted no time closing the gap and pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. The hand on Daisy’s cheek moved back to grip at her from behind her neck, pulling her even closer. Her free hand roamed over her body. Pinching and flicking at her nipples then moving down to trace over her lower lips. She was so wet and that earned her a throaty moan from Bel before she pushed one finger inside her her.
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy groaned against Bel's lips when she pressed them together, leaning in closer to her immediately. The hand trailed down her front, over the mound of her breast and she gasped at the touches there, pulling back for a moment to watch her move her hand down. Daisy groaned when they pressed against her core and one was pushed in, arching her back and holding Bel closer. "Y-Yes," she whispered to her, leaning up to kiss the underside of her jaw. "Please, Miss, I want to feel you."
Bel Hart
It was hard for Bel to keep her composure with the way Daisy was writhing beneath her and the sounds she was making. She pumped her fingers in and out of her, picking up the pace with each thrust. “Isn’t this feeling me, she asked playfully. Though she had no intention of letting the other girl touch her yet. Not necessarily because she needed to earn it, but because Bel knew that as soon as she started giving into her own desires and pleasures, she would lose focus as being the Domme and she couldn’t let that happen. Wanting to add to her pleasure, she moved her thumb up to circle at Daisy’s clit. This could be her final test.
Daisy Flanagan
The fingers moved inside of her and Daisy was whining loudly, tightening her grip on Bel. She bit her lip and opened her legs a little wider, as though inviting her closer to her body. For a moment it was fine and felt amazing. But then Bel moved her thumb to her clit and she let out a loud moan, arching her back. "Oh, oh f-fuck," she stammered, looking up at Bel and giving her a small smile. "That feels amazing, Miss. Fuck, please, please, it feels so good."
Bel Hart
The words only served as encouragement for Bel to move her finger harder and her thumb quicker against her clit. She added a second finger and a third and practically felt them stretch Daisy. Bel nipped at her jaw and neck before pulling back so she could watch the other girl squirm beneath her. “Please what, Ua? You need to be specific.”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy could hardly focus on her own words as Bel pushed another finger, then another, still circling her clit with her thumb. Bel was teasing her and she loved it, arching her back a little and biting her lip. "Please, Miss," she whimpered. "I w-want to cum. Please, I want to cum so badly. You've been teasing me for so long, please, Miss."
Bel Hart
Waves of power coursed through her body as Daisy begged for her. She could understand the appeal of it, but she was especially affected by the way the other girl was responding to her touch. She enjoyed that she was able to bring her to the edge. Pressing her forehead against Daisy's, she waited a few more moments before finally nodding her head. "Yes, Ua. Please cum for me. Let go."
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy whimpered a little at how good it felt. Bel was pressing her forehead against her and Daisy looked up at her properly, smiling when she had permission. "T-Thank you, Miss," she said, arching her back off the bed as her orgasm hit. Daisy clenched around her fingers and gripped at the bedsheets, letting her release wash over her.
Bel Hart
“You’re so welcome, Ua,” Bel praised. Her eyes were locked on the other girl’s face, wanting to catch every reaction, especially because she knew this was the end of their scene. As Daisy cane down from her high, Bel kissed her head then her cheek and eventually her lips before pulling her fingers out. “You’re way sexy, you know that? How are you feeling?”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy was breathing heavily, slumping against the bed. She felt the gentle kisses from Bel and looked up at her, smiling a little. "You're far better," she said softly, reaching for Bel and pulling her a little closer, so she could cuddle into her. "I feel amazing, Miss. That was... god, that was amazing, Bel. And right now, I just need a cuddle so I can come down. Then we can do proper aftercare."
Bel Hart
Daisy didn’t even need to finish her statement, she was already wrapping her hands around the smaller girl and pulling her into her embrace. “You did amazing,” she reiterated, pressing another kiss to her temple. “We can def cuddle for as long as you need. Then I have a bath planned and more snuggles and sweets. Deal?”
Daisy Flanagan
Daisy grinned at the cuddling and she nuzzled in closer. All of that sounded perfect and she nodded at her words reaching for her hand so she could play with her fingers lightly. "Deal, Miss."
