LONG RIDE
Part 11
Warning: Contains mature and explicit adult content.
One day later...
You send a text instructing Elizabeth Olsen to be at your door at the time you have instructed.
Two days later.
The bell rings and you open the door, and there she is, desperately in need of your attention. She had become ever more desperate, texting you repeatedly, pathetically begging for your attention.
"Please, Mommy."
Such a needy little princess. It was so satisfying having the once sanguine and slightly cocky Elizabeth do all the chasing now, having longed for her for so long.
Dressed in a navy blue blazer with white blouse, and navy blue pants, she looked very smart and elegant, and of course, as always absurdly beautiful. The blouse stetched around her cleavage, while the pants, while mostly loose, were pleasingly tight around her crotch.
She stood with her arms behind her back, head meekly bowed a little, pursing her lips anxiously. In your presence, all the breezy, steady confidence she expressed at movie premieres and parties was strikingly absent. She knew she was not in control.
In public she had to address you by name, and as she was outside your home, those rules of course applied. "Hello, y/n", she said excitedly, her voice trembling, as she swayed her head to motion her hair cutely. She was aware of how small you had made her, yet also knew she held no cards.
"Hello, Elizabeth", you said calmly, yet warmly, holding her with a steady, firm gaze. Of course you were delighted to see her, to gaze upon her exquisiteness, but you also understood the importance of exerting authority over your little princess, of being the adult in the room. Reminding her that you are Mommy, and you are in charge.
You took the time to study her with your piercing female gaze (she was, after all, in no position to object), savouring her in that blue blazer and pants, though you had much better ideas for her clothing.
Elizabeth, hands behind her back, chest jutting forward, was certainly behaving like an eager little girl. She had a bee in her bonnet, or rather a furnace in her pussy.
After those sweet moments enjoying her aesthetics, you bade her enter.
"Step this way, Elizabeth. In you come." She entered and walked past you, the tension in her body palpable. You closed the door.
"Stand still. Keep your hands behind you."
"Yes, Mommy", she meekly replied. There was something delightful about her voice speaking in such a girlish way.
"Thighs open. In my presence your legs should never ever be closed."
Elizabeth complied. "Yes, Mommy."
You stand behind Lizzie, leaning in to kiss her neck slowly. "Mommy loves her beautiful little Princess", you whisper softly, as your left hand reaches down and slides between her open thighs, finding and then gently gripping her crotch.
She moans needily, her frustration bubbling in her boiling twat. "Mine", you matter-of-factly whisper as you gently massage her crotch, the navy blue fabric of her pants creasing around your fingers and palm as you teased her thirsty sex.
You kiss her neck, each kiss more fierce than the one preceding it, intensifying her moans, setting off a hundred little bomblets of lust in her mind. No resistance, only pulsating need, emanated from Olsen's person.
You tighten your grip around her crotch and pointedly lift her by her vulnerable little pussy, making Elizabeth stand attentively, on her toes, as your fingers firmly stroke her intimate region. She whimpers and mewls. It's so satisfying to hear her like this, to have her like this. The teasing object of desire has become the needful one.
You look in her eyes and see her deepening submission, her compliance, fueled of course by the pulsating heat between her thighs. Elizabeth Olsen was everything you suspected her to be and more.
Slowly, you release her excited little twat from your grip. Again she mewls weakly.
"Stay in that position", you order, her compliance now a fait au complete.
She stands in navy blue pants and blazer, legs apart, hands behind her back, her lips pursing, her emerald eyes filled with a dumb primal thirst. She's becoming mommy's girl, your girl.
You playfully pat Olsen's bum, circling her like a panther studying it's prey. Her neediness drips and oozes from her, a pungent aura of sex surrounds her. She purses her lips anxiously, hanging on your every word, your every movement, as you circle her, enjoying her disadvantage.
"My delightful little Elizabeth", you whisper in her ear, "are you ready for your next lesson from Mommy?"
"Yes, Ma'am", she replied, her Californian voice becoming more girlish each time she opened that lovely wide mouth.
"Good girl...very good. Bend over and touch your toes. Now."
Olsen immediately obliged, bending over and presenting her bottom for your amusement. There was a noticeable reduction in hesitance, which you found almost as pleasing as her delightfully displayed ass.
"Head down, ass up", you demanded, as you stood behind her, gripping her hips. It was important to express the dynamic of your relationship visually as well as verbally. "This position suits you so well, Elizabeth", you tell her, while affectionately caressing her upturned, displayed ass.
You then gently reached down and teased her crotch again, toying with her, a soft whimper escaped her mouth at your gentle touch between her thighs.
Elizabeth Olsen was wet putty in your hands. An audible whimper at your touching her most sensitive area, the craving, the heat multiplying inside her mind and body, as you toyed with her, made her chase your dangling carrots.
You decided it was time to demand more from your beautiful and very delicious princess, and stretch her capacities and efforts further.
"Mommy's going to take things up a few notches today, darling", you calmly declare as you stroke Lizzie's crotch, your fingers making the navy blue fabric of her pants crease around them.
"Y-yes Mommy...unnnmm..." the actress meekly and weakly whimpered. Reaching around her pants and unzipping the fly, you slid your fingers into her panties.
You were having quite the impact on her, judging by her obvious wetness. She moaned at Mommy's torment, yet craved more. Her every mewling whimper amd slutty moan revealed much of Elizabeth's truth to you.
She had an inkling of what was coming next, yet that didnt do anything to mitigate the intensity. You took the soft yet firm pink vibrator out of your pocket, and slid it into Olsen's already sodden panties, then, gripping it, you pressed the end of it into her cunt, then let the panties hold it in place, the bulbous end of the vibe now pressed against her clitoris. With the toy in place you zipped her fly back up.
To the casual observer she might have looked as she did before, but of course what you had placed inside her core was the proverbial game changer.
You traced your finger along the screen of your mobile phone, smirked, and opened the app.
With one effortless tap of your fingers, you activated the PUNISHED PUSSY setting, and a loud buzzing began in Elizabeth Olsen's pants, accompanied by a loud gasp and grunt. "FUUUCKKK!!" She squealed, as waves of aggressive, violent pulsating stimulations carefully and meticulously designed by you, bombarded her pussy with relentless veracity.
Her hips involuntarily shook, her eyes rolled up, and she groaned loudly, all while bent over with her ankles far apart.
"FUCK!! UNNNHHH!! OOOHH!! Aaahh...f-fuck...ooh fuck.."
She frantically groaned and shook her head, hips swaying as she squirmed, the loud buzzing emanating from between her legs becoming a pleasing white noise.
"Now that I have put a buzzing bee in your bonnet, we can move onto the next bit of fun", you added, as you moved in front of her, patting her head as she moaned and mewled. Legs apart, ass raised, head lowered, and moaning as she soiled her panties.
Gripping her head and looking into her eyes as the vibrator mercilessly raided her senses, you teased Lizzie about "wetting yourself profusely", then complimented her on her beautiful eyes, and her lovely, wide mouth.
"F-FUCK!!! Ooooh fuck...unnnhhh...fuck...oh...mmm..." Elizabeth groaned and sputtered out expletives.
"Such ethereal eyes, and such a wide mouth, my princess...but such a terribly bad mannered potty mouth. Well, my dear, I have something new for you..." You smile as you reveal to her a new pink pacifier, this one with a white strap attached to it. You dangle the binky in front of Olsen and as it spins round, her eyes widen.
The phallic part of this new pacifier is much larger, it's bright pink translucent surface designed to resemble a man's hard erect cock, it's much greater girth causing Elizabeth's eyes to widen in astonishment. "With such a wide mouth, I've always suspected your oral capacity to have great potential. This new binky is going to be much more demanding, and as a bonus will stop you spouting dirty words, Little Miss Potty Mouth."
"Open wide, princess", you instruct as you then push the bright pink dick into Olsen's mouth, stretching it around the intruder. The groans turned to gurgles as you stuffed Lizzie's mouth. Her eyes wide and her cheeks full as you pushed the lovely pink cock in, then pulled the white straps around the back of her neck, making it clear that this phallic binky would be stricter than its predecessor, it would be compulsory. No ifs or buts. Making sure to tighten the strap, so she would be allowed no lee-way, you noticed her looking a little embarassed. "Don't pretend you don't love sucking cock, princess", you admonished her.
You playfully flipped the binky handle up and down as Lizzie, now silenced, was struggling to adjust to the large intruder in her mouth. No more swearing, just a stuffed mouth, and her cheeks pleasingly full.
"Mommy shouldnt have to tell you what to do, dear", you tell her, your tone soft yet gently scolding, looking into her emerald eyes. Elizabeth begins to suck on the large phallic sucker stuffing her mouth. It requires more effort than the previous pacifier, the glugging sound is louder and so much more satisfyng to your ears.
You circle round her as she sucks her binky, as the vibrator torments her punished pussy. Her eyes flutter, her upturned ass sways as she squirms. Tracing your fingers over her bottom, you press your nails into the fabric of her pants, pressing her bum cheeks. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, Elizabeth?" You ask her. It's rhetorical, of course. She will be a good, obedient girl for you, because that is what you have decided.
You enjoy the slutty sucking sounds from her felating mouth, certainly a big improvement on the potty mouthed swearing.
Returning to her sopping wet crotch, you delight in tracing your fingers over her mound, again pressing through the fabric to tease her. You playfully grip her pussy through her pants, making her wiggle needily. This makes her bottom sway pleasingly.
After a couple of minutes of twat-teasing, you return to check on her cock-sucking.
Lizzie is struggling with the large phallus, having to stretch her face around it, her cheeks stuffed full, giving her face a wider appearance, which you felt looked really cute. She was having to really work that phallic sucker as her binky handle flapped with each suck.
You wanted Elizabeth to struggle, to have no choice but to give her all, to prove her devotion to you, to stretch her mouth and stretch her will. With the harness tightly holding the pacifier gag in place, Olsen had no choice but to suck.
Besides, you knew she had plenty of experience sucking cock. You had no doubt she'd put that wide, delightfully accomodating mouth to excellent use.
Of course, she had never done that while a vibrator was brutally tormenting her little pussy.
"I want you to focus on sucking, Elizabeth. Focus on sucking your dummy while looking up at me." You pat her head and run your fingers through her hair as she sucks. She knows that pleasing you is not a request. It is a demand. A necessity.
As her crotch is filled with the loud hums and buzzes of the toy tormenting her sex, her hips involuntarily gyrate, her bottom swaying amusingly. A most pleasing little performance by your dethroned princess. Even as her cunt throbbed and ached, she knew that she must keep suckng her phallic dummy to please you.
You can see how close she is to cumming, and, with an effortless tap of your fingers, you put her in Purgatory. One moment she is being overwhelmed, the next she is starved, her drooling cunt desperate and denied.
Sucking her binky, with her head lowered, legs spread, and ass raised and displayed, Elizabeth Olsen is a most pleasing sight.
The wanton needfulness beams from those beautiful emerald eyes. A primal dumbness now drips from her. So fucking desperate for Mommy's attention, and in no position to decide anything, only to suck and squirm.
After all, Mommy decides.
And there is plenty that you have decided for your beautiful dripping wet needy little princess.
