Alex drew back coolly, and walked away. These intermittent pauses were ripe with tension, and served as subtle reminders that Serena was on Alex's clock. Serena knew that every inch of her suffering was on display to Alex, who would languidly stop to admire her pet.
Alex smoked a cigarette, leaning against the far end of the room. She stared at her Serena, her eyes possessed.
All she could think was that Serena's breasts were beautiful, puffed and full as they pressed against the floor underneath her. Her ass too, luminous and round between her slender legs and tiny waist.
Everything about her was producing a dangerous haze in Alex's mind. She wanted to torture this beautiful thing, an angel blushing all over, her glowing goddess that panted like a pet, whose pain and tears and shame sent roils of ecstatic trembling down Alex's body.
She picked up the bag to her side, strolled towards Serena, and bent down beside her, lowering her flat palm to a round, smooth cheek. With her other hand, she roughly cupped Serena's face, turning it towards her.
"Are you my little whore?" she asked, her disinterested tone belying her grip.
Serena nodded.
"Say it."
"Yes," Serena tried to say through the gag. "I'm your little whore." Her speech was garbled, and almost incoherent. Alex gave her a quick, firm slap.
"Clearer," she commanded. Serena tried again, but it came out even less clear, through her frantic breathing and her tears.
Alex's hand came down unexpectedly on her bare ass cheek, slapping it hard, almost unusually hard for a first spank.
Serena cried out, gasping.
"Again," said Alex, calmly. Serena tried again through her choked cries of pain. Alex pulled her hair back and slapped her. Serena was breathing more forcefully now. She waited a moment, and said it slowly, somewhat clearly.
Alex dropped her.
"Good."
She brought her mouth down to Serena's breasts, exhaling heavily as she kissed the right one.
"I just can't help myself," she said, pulling away. Her voice was weak, as though she was confessing. She softly traced Serena's nipple with one finger. "You looked like fucking heaven today. I thought I was going to come just looking at you."
She reached her hand down to Serena's clit, softly fingering her. Tears rolled down Serena's face as she desperately tried to will herself to not succumb to the pleasure that she knew would be snatched away.
Alex drew back and stared at the whole of Serena's body, thinking for a moment.
"Something is missing."
She went to her lower desk drawer, where Serena had put her clothing, and pulled out her shoes. They were matte black with 4" heels (they made her an inch shorter than Alex's 5'9"). There was a small opening at the toes, and a subtle black bow.
"The only thing I want you wearing tonight is these," she said, walking back over to Serena. She kneeled down and gently put each foot in each shoe, slowly fitting them and buckling them.
When she was done, Serena wiggled her feet ineffectually - her feet were still cuffed. Alex stood back as if to admire her handiwork.
She liked to make Serena as beautiful as possible, even if she was to be humiliated ruthlessly. Serena was her vision - gold hair, bedroom eyes, and soft rounded curves - all dipped in black, like an image captured from a dream.
Her face felt hot as she stood there; her will was eroding. She went back to her desk and pulled a water bottle from a top drawer.
She sat down behind Serena and pulled her knees up, propping Serena between them. She gently moved Serena's hair out of the way, her hands lingering on her neck for an extra moment, before removing the ball gag from her mouth.
She poured water intermittently into Serena's mouth, who drank it gratefully. When she was finished, she looked at Alex with satisfied and longing eyes. Alex grinned from ear to ear as she fit the gag back into Serena's mouth. With Serena's lush little body was pressed so close to her like that, she couldn't help a bit of tenderness. She felt less detached than other times, more sensitive to everything about Serena. Her hands dropped to Serena's breasts and massaged them gently and roughly interchangeably. Serena's breathing quickened, and Alex could feel her nipples harden almost instantaneously.
Alex smiled devilishly as she lowered her hand to Serena's pussy, biting her ear gently. Serena moaned softly, her lower body beginning to wriggle at Alex's touch. Alex rubbed her softly, making small circles around her clit. Serena's eyes were closed and her head hung back, her muffled sounds growing louder.
Alex could tell when Serena was close to coming. Her chest would stick out, her muscles would become rigid, and her lower body would buck up and down. She would cry out in loud, short bursts, and she would tremble.
When she sensed that Serena was about to fall deep into that crest of bliss, she pulled away. Serena's eyes shot open, and her cries immediately became more agonized. She whined around her ballgag, drooling and crying, her pelvis thrashing from side to side, her body slick with sweat.
Alex pushed Serena down on her stomach, and stood up. Serena whimpered loudly, and Alex noticed that she was trying to rub her pussy against the ground. She placed her foot on Serena's ass and pressed down firmly so that Serena couldn't move.
"If you come without permission, I will stuff all your holes, tie you around a pole, and leave you there all day." Serena shuddered. This wasn't an empty threat. Alex had indeed tied her to a column in her house with an anal beads in her ass, a lightly vibrating dildo in her pussy, and a few pairs of her used panties stuffed in her mouth and secured with rope. She sparingly acknowledged Serena, who served as a suffering backdrop.
Alex slid her foot off, noticing how Serena cowered. It filled her with such twisted, deliciously perverse glee, to have this human ornament, a pet, that she could use entirely as an object of lust, a toy whose existence was to serve and be used by her.
A toy, she came to find, that she loved, more than anyone else she had ever been with. An intellectual partner whose needs were a perfect mirror image of Alex's. The masochist who would turn herself inside out if she could, and the sadist, vicious and relentless in her exertion of control. Serena was the kind of beautiful whore you could hang upside down, humiliate and torture endlessly, and then cry while you come with your head bowed to her, exalting the goddess that ultimately controls every inch of your being.
Alex knelt down and roughly turned Serena over, and began finger fucking her hard in both holes, with no warning. She focused mostly on Serena's ass, so that the direct contact wouldn't make her cum. She wanted to draw out the torture as long as possible.
Serena's cries were raspier and breathier as she ground her ass down onto Alex's fingers. She loved the feeling of her hole aching and it squeezed Alex's fingers. She looked up at Alex, who stared intensely at her as she fell into a fast paced rhythm of finger-fucking her. Serena was completely lost in a trance state, she could tell, a headspace where she was in the perfect submissive zen, looking at Alex like she was a god, her creator, the only person she could hear, touch, taste, or feel.
Alex had lost her composure, curling her upper lip, and clenching her jaw tightly, feeling as though she was about to rip Serena apart.
Serena's suddenly arched her back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
Alex bit back a scream, and lifted Serena up in both arms. Gripping her tightly with one arm, she swept everything off her desk with the other arm. Her things crashed onto the floor dramatically, echoed by Serena's delighted yelps as Alex set her on the table and resumed fingerfucking her ass while biting and sucking her breasts roughly.
Although Alex was deep in an ecstatic frenzy, she dimly noted that Serena could not come, not just yet. She fell back into her chair, leaning back, panting breathlessly, her voice harsh and scratchy. She felt beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. Serena's helpless jerky motions and frustrated moans were all Alex could hear as she tried to collect herself.
When she stayed reclined in the chair, even when her breath had returned to normal. She was cool and detached, resting her lips on the backs of her fingers while she watched Serena, smirking every so often. She wanted Serena to know that she was fully aware of her suffering, and the more Serena showed she was suffering, the more Alex enjoyed it. A big part of her sessions with Serena were watching, absorbing, fill each of her senses with Serena's suffering to the brim.
After what seemed like ages to Serena, Alex leaned forward, and opened one of her drawers. She pulled out a large red butt plug. Alex had particularly liked how its vibrant shade of crimson complimented Serena's rosy pale skin.
