Ellie comes over to her domme's house right after her evening workout. She is worn out and hungry after the workout, and intensely horny after being ordered not to touch herself for almost a week. She is a naturally libidinous girl, and she masturbated two or more times a day before she transferred total control of her sex life to Miriam. Without sexual relief, her need to come has grown steadily to become a constant, roaring, burning fire in her heart. Working out only makes her hornier, and she works out five or six times a week. She is a little over six feet tall, with an Amazonian physique earned from more than a year of fierce training and careful dieting. Even in baggy gray gym sweats, her bulk and power are unmistakable. She is 23, with bronzed skin, blue eyes and short blonde hair which, on her domme's orders, she is starting to grow out.
Denial is a punishment for Ellie, for a incident a week earlier when she briefly tried to switch -- when, in a fit of lust, she tried turn the tables on her domme, and dominate her in turn. She very nearly succeeded. If she had managed to make Miriam come, Miriam would have shown some kind of mercy or gratitude. But Miriam resisted, and Ellie failed. And she has been punished every day since then, not only with denial, but with canings and whippings and candle wax torture. Tonight will be her final night of punishment, she hopes. But her domme likes to keep her guessing. Who knows? The uncertainty is part of what she adores about her relationship. The thrill of abject submission to another woman's control. She knocks on her domme's door, heart fluttering like a butterfly.
The door is answered by Miriam's other sub, Ellie's sister sub, Simone. Simone is an extremely petite girl with very dark skin and cropped black hair. She's so small that Ellie sometimes feels as if she could eat her up in a single mouthful. She wears a thick, oversized white sweater and extremely short black shorts. The sweater is so large that her shorts barely show. She has beautiful, smooth bare legs and dainty bare feet. As always, there is a thin loop of leather around her throat.
"Hey. You hungry?"
Ellie's stomach answers the question before she can.
Simone laughs and escorts Ellie to the dining room, where Miriam is serving a meal for all of them. Miriam is a very beautiful, very curvaceous forty-nine-year-old woman, with green eyes, well-defined cheekbones and glossy dark hair which falls luxuriously around her shoulders. She wears a long robe of dark green silk, tied at her waist. The robe clings to the curves of her generous bust and broad hips. She wears a silver necklace, with a very small silver ring threaded onto it.
Dinner is grilled shrimp with lentils and roasted greens. Ellie's serving is twice the size of the others'.
"Thank you for dinner, ma'am," Ellie says as she sits down. "It smells great."
"I hope this is to your liking," Miriam says. "I've been reading up on the kind of nutrition you bodybuilders need. Lots of lean protein, lots of vegetables, no sugar, no fat. As my sub, your body is my property, and I expect you to maintain it to the highest possible standards. I want you to be healthy and strong and beautiful... and absolutely jacked. And horny, and full of energy and always ready for sex. But as your domme, I have some responsibility too. There's no use me demanding biceps like watermelons while I feed you a diet of cake and cheesy fries."
By the time she finishes talking, Ellie has already eaten a third of her meal. She looks up with her mouth full. "Mff gmmfp."
"Exactly."
Over dinner, they talk about their days. Miriam has had a day-long interview for a new position at another firm, which she thinks went extremely well, but she hasn't heard back yet. Simone is working on her newest film script, which is coming together very quickly. She'll be heading back to California to start pre-production in the next few weeks. And Ellie is starting some research into a new family of pharmaceuticals, and there's not a lot to report yet. However, after work, she benched a new personal best.
Simone clears her plate first.
"Go to the playroom and strip naked," Miriam tells her, not looking up from her own food.
"Yes, ma'am." Simone flashes an eager smile at Ellie and scampers off.
Ellie finishes eating next. She sets her fork down and waits in silence for a while.
"Nervous?" Miriam asks her.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You should be."
After a little more waiting, Ellie gets up and kneels on the floor beside her domme's chair.
Still eating, Miriam reaches over idly and strokes her sub's hair with one hand. After a while her hand moves lower, caressing the back of Ellie's neck, and then sliding into her sweater, across her powerful shoulders, and a little way down the crease of her back. Ellie is wearing a tight, sky blue workout top underneath.
Ellie holds her position. Knees together, back straight, hands in her lap, head high. She closes her eyes and enjoys the affection.
She asks, "Ma'am, may I serve you?"
"No."
At length, Miriam finishes her last mouthful of food. She washes it down with a sip of sparkling mineral water, and then leans over and kisses her sub on the lips, sweetly and tenderly.
After the kiss, she says, "Clear the table and clean up the kitchen. Save all the leftovers, do all the dishes. I want the place spotless. When you're done, come to the playroom and strip."
"Yes, ma'am."
Miriam leaves.
Ellie carries out her assigned tasks, which takes her a little less than a half-hour. As she is working, she begins to hear a distant, very faint squealing. After her work is done, she spends a few minutes on stretches, warming her body up for what she anticipates will be a very intense session. Then she heads along to the playroom. The squealing gets steadily louder as she approaches the door.
The playroom is dimly-lit, with black beams and deep red-painted walls. Half of the playroom is like a bedroom, occupied by a huge four-poster bed. The other half is more of a dungeon, with racks of implements for beating or teasing with, and crates full of toys, and piles of restraints, and various interesting items of furniture like padded chairs and lockable cages. There are pulleys and ropes strung overhead, and leaning in one corner there are two steel poles. Each is about three feet long, and has a padded cuff chained to each end. Spreader bars.
Simone is the one squealing. She has removed her casual clothes and is now wearing half of an extremely tight black latex zentai; the top half, covering her head, shoulders, arms and upper body. Her face is completely enclosed, covering her eyes, mouth and nose, with only small holes for her nostrils. She cannot speak. The suit barely covers her breasts, and leaves her belly and most of her rib cage bare. Unusually, the bodysuit does not have full arms. Instead, they end at the elbow, with fat stumps. Inside the suit, Simone's arms are bent double, and her hands are clamped flat against her collarbones. It's a very restrictive garment, and it renders Simone totally helpless. The suit is impossible to get into without a lot of help.
Simone is wearing nothing else. She is naked from the ribs down. She is bent over the bed, face down, with her toned dancer's legs spread wide and her ankles lashed to the feet of the bed to keep them that way. She is squealing because Miriam is fucking her from behind. Miriam has opened the front of her green silk robe and now stands behind her sub, feet slightly spread, gripping her sub's hips and driving her midsection into her, vigorously, rhythmically, deeply, over and over and over.
Simone is having a wonderful time. Blind and immobilized, mouth covered, all she can do is emit muffled wails and cries as her domme rails her. On and on it goes, taking her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. She arches her back and twists her shoulders from side to side, uselessly. Sometimes she raises herself up on her elbow stumps for a second, and then collapses back again.
"Mh! Mh! Muh! Mmh! Mmm! Mh! Mmff! Mfh! Mmmh! MMMMM! MMMM! Mhhh!"
She shrieks, and gasps for breath, and climaxes for the fifth or tenth or fiftieth time. Her orgasms are starting to merge together.
Miriam doesn't slow down or turn around when she hears Ellie come in. She keeps the pace up, stuffing her little sub to bursting with pleasure, forcing it into her willing, lusty body. For Miriam, it's good exercise. She's broken a sweat, and her hair is starting to become untidy, to fall forward and across her face.
Ellie watches the scene, entranced, for a moment. She can't see exactly what her domme is fucking Simone with. It doesn't matter. She disrobes, wordlessly. She folds her clothes up on a chair and stands to attention in the center of the room, nude, a shining pillar of feminine muscle, glistening under the spotlight above her.
"The spreader bars," Miriam says, not stopping what she's doing. "One for your ankles, one for your wrists. Unf. Do the best you can."
Ellie obeys. She sits on the floor to buckle the ankle cuffs on, and then attaches one of the heavy-duty wrist cuffs. She can't do the second one by herself. Well, not quite. Maybe if she uses her teeth?
As she's trying to figure it out, Miriam slows, and withdraws. Simone moans with wordless pleasure, and squirms, and relaxes.
Miriam is a curvaceous, sensual woman, blessed with round, G-cup breasts. Her silk gown hangs from her breasts, revealing her deep, lush cleavage and firm tummy. Mounted between her legs are two hefty black dildos, glossy with lubricant and Simone's juices. They sway a little as she walks over to Ellie. Ellie gulps at the sight of them.
Miriam says, "Let me help you with that."
Ellie shuffles over, awkwardly. Miriam kneels and buckles the second wrist cuff onto her, making sure the seal is tight and comfortable. Up close, Ellie realizes just how huge both of the strap-on dildos are. They are exactly the same shape and size -- fat and straight-shafted, with thick coronas and some veiny detail on the shafts. They are much larger than anything Ellie would find comfortable putting in her vagina, let alone her anus. But she knows that Simone loves extreme penetration. If nothing else, it was obvious from the noises she was making.
There is an anchor point at the midpoint of the spreader bar between Ellie's wrists. Miriam ties a sturdy nylon rope to it, and then operates the winch control in the corner of the dungeon, pulling the rope upwards toward a pulley mounted in the ceiling. Ellie is pulled up to a crouch, and then to a standing position, and before long her arms are being held above her head, and she is forming a taut X.
