All characters are fictional and over 18 years old.
"Am I going to need to cuff you, or are you gonna sit still?" Aria asked Daphne. Daphne was on her back on a large bed, naked below the waist. She had a towel under her hips and a slightly annoyed Aria kneeling on the floor between her legs with a razor and a can of shaving cream. It was surreal to have this level of intimacy with a woman she just met, but then again, this was normal to people like Aria and Nicole.
"I've just never had someone else shave me," Daphne said. She felt exposed and vulnerable with her legs spread and vagina barely a foot away from Aria's face. It probably would've been easier if she were bound and gagged so she could justify it as some kind of sexually-charged dominance play. But despite her flash of dominance last night, Aria showed no indication that she took pleasure from Daphne's vulnerability. Rather, it was clear that she was acting out of her submission to Nicole.
"I'm not going to cut you. Promise," Aria said. She spread the warm cream across Aria's labia and mons, working it in with her fingers. Daphne twitched at her touch, but settled into her position once Aria's fingers began massaging her.
"This part is nice," Daphne said. She closed her eyes and let Aria prepare her. "So you won't have sex, but you'll do this?"
"Are you getting pleasure out of it?" Aria wiped her hand on the towel and brought the razor to the bottom of Daphne's labia. Daphne flinched at the metal, but relaxed Aria's other hand pressed down just below her stomach. She began shaving her in steady, firm strokes, washing the razor off in a bowl of warm water occasionally.
"What if I am? Would that make it sex?" Daphne asked.
"Maybe. Would you consider last night to be sex?" Aria answered a question with a question. Daphne looked around in the bedroom, suspicious that Nicole might be watching. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, just a few floggers on hooks and shelves laden with restraints.
"I mean, I came because of you. So for me it was," Daphne reasoned.
"Is an orgasm necessary to constitute sex?" Aria washed off the razor and looked up at Daphne.
"I don't know. If it is, then you can cut my body count in half, easily," Daphne laughed. "But it doesn't really matter what I consider to be sex when you're the one with the self-imposed sex ban."
"Fair enough."
"So what is it? What's sex to a woman like you?" Daphne asked, genuinely curious. Aria tilted her head, thinking for a moment.
"Whatever you imagine when you picture us having sex," Aria said. Daphne felt her stomach flutter and her cheeks grow red.
"Wow. I mean... that's really..." Daphne mumbled a few words. Her tongue was very busy in the scene she was imagining, so she struggled to use it practically.
"You're cute when you're flustered," Aria giggled and pressed a warm towel to Daphne's vagina.
"Oh, that's nice..." Daphne gasped a little, her arousal becoming obvious.
"I told you it wouldn't be that bad," Aria said. She stood up and opened a massive closet on the right side of the room. Daphne heard her rifle through a few outfits before selecting one and laying it on the bed next to Aria.
"Rinse yourself on and put this on. Nicole wants to play with you," Aria commanded and opened the door out of the master bedroom. She took a step through it and paused, turning back to look at Daphne.
"To me, sex doesn't involve any of this," Aria waved to the floggers on the wall and the closet full of lace, leather, and latex outfits. "That's how I can keep it separate." She nodded as if satisfied with her own answer and closed the door behind her. Aria waited a few moments, then slid a hand between her legs to check Aria's work. She was perfectly smooth without a single cut or strand of hair. It was as if she was naturally hairless. It was strange to feel herself without any hair, but she was going to have to get used to that.
Daphne turned her head to look at the outfit Aria picked out for her. She'd never seen something like it before. It was a bodysuit made of transparent lilac-colored latex that covered her arms down to her hips. She pressed her hand against the material and looked at it from the other side. Her body would be completely visible through the outfit, which made her feel more vulnerable than if she were naked. Daphne quickly rinsed off in the shower and pulled the garment up her legs and around her hips. She slid her arms through and stretched it over her shoulders, which satisfyingly snapped the latex against her skin. Daphne looked in the mirror and understood the point of an outfit like this. Her waist and chest were constricted by the tight latex, which accentuated her hips and breasts. She could see her nipples and vulva through the light material, which added a certain vulnerability to the already erotic sensation.
"Aria does have an exquisite taste in fashion, doesn't she?" Nicole asked, making Daphne jump. She didn't hear her come in.
"Yes, Mistress," Daphne said a bit too hurriedly. She turned around and faced Nicole with her arms crossed behind her back. Nicole walked up to her submissive and kissed her cheek.
"You look beautiful, Mistress," Daphne said. Beautiful wasn't the right word, but Daphne rarely could find the right ones when Nicole was dressed for a session. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and her lips were painted a dangerous red. She wore a dress of crushed velvet with a black leather corset that tightened just below the breasts. Long gloves made of the same material as her dress stretched up to her triceps. Nicole looked like she was the queen of some evil regime. Or a dominatrix with a lot of disposable income.
"Aria selected it too," Nicole said. She put her gloved hands on Daphne's waist and held her close. "Would you like to see what I enjoy about having two submissives?"
"Yes, Mistress," Daphne said. She was falling headfirst into a submissive state. Nicole always had this effect on her. When they first started seeing each other, Daphne was cautious about many of Nicole's sexual interests. Nicole described the pain of the flogger, the overwhelming pleasure of a forced orgasm, and the strain of shibari in great detail to Daphne. In concept, these kinks scared Daphne, but introduced slowly through practice, they were intensely arousing.
Nicole whisked Daphne down two sets of stairs to her basement. The large space held a series of side rooms laden with devious equipment and furniture that Nicole collected over the years. She guided Daphne to a heavy wooden door with light leaking out from underneath. Daphne swore she could hear the clanking of chains beyond it. Nicole paused dramatically, then opened the door to reveal the scene she set up for this evening.
In the center of the room, there was a comfortable bed with soft, leather cuffs attached to its legs. It looked normal to Daphne, until she looked up and saw Aria, completely naked, suspended in tight bondage above the bed.
"Oh my god..." Daphne whispered. The position Aria was in looked impossibly constricting. She was in a hogtie with her legs bound heel to thigh and her arms bound at the elbows and wrists, which forced her breasts forward. Her mouth was filled with a harness gag, which had straps running under her chin and up to a ring on top of her head. Another rope connected the ring head to an evil crotch rope that ran along both sides of her clit and tightened when she dropped her head.
Daphne had never seen Aria nude before, nevermind exposed in a brutal web of rope. Once again, she found herself without words. Nicole walked up to Aria and whispered a few words in her ear. Aria nodded, pulling at the rope between her legs. Nicole smiled and looked at Daphne.
"Lie down," she pointed at the bed. Daphne cautiously stepped forward and spread herself across the bed. Nerves were normal for intense sessions, but Daphne felt her heart pounding harder than usual. She felt a knot in her chest and sweat on her forehead as Nicole locked the leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. Daphne could move a little, but was effectively immobile from the sturdy cuffs. Looking up, she saw Aria's naked, bound body dangling above her. She expected to see fear on Aria's face, but the blonde woman looked stoic. Aria made eye contact with Daphne and smiled around her gag, assuring the younger submissive that she felt safe.
"Daphne, my dear, do you prefer pleasure or pain?" Nicole asked, interrupting the silent conversation.
