Darkness was all around. The weight of Sofia's arms already pulled at her wrists as they were bound above her head. The leather cuffs were comfortable, but her shoulders ached. The ball gag between her teeth forced her silence. She was owned and controlled. There was no doubt. It was as keenly obvious as the collar resting around her neck.
The air was chilly. Kept that way on purpose. This was how her Mistress preferred her: stripped bare, waiting, ignorant to everything that was to come. Anticipation licked her every nerve. Her skin felt electric, galvanic, even amongst the aches and pains that were beginning to develop.
She kept her gaze down, even when flexing her fingers to check circulation. Drool pooled under the gag. Her nipples were hard, proud. Enduring this made her stronger. Made her ready for more. The heaviness of her breasts reminded her of her nakedness, keeping it centre in her mind.
As she waited, thoughts drifted back to the beginning...
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As a cog in the corporate wheel, life had become a source of constant stress for Sofia. Her boss was never satisfied. Demands were constantly being made of her time. Boundaries crossed between work and her own time off. As soon as a decision was made, her boss would change his mind, requiring everything to shift at a moment's notice to suit his whims and fancies.
"You need to go on a date or at least get laid," said Dylan, one of her closest friends, as they sat in their favourite café one Sunday morning four months ago. One of the few Sofia actually had off. "Mr Sant drives you like a slavemaster. And not the fun kind."
"There's a fun kind?" Sofia joked, then sighed. "When do I ever have time for that?" She knew he was right, but nothing as lovely as that ever seemed possible. The last time she'd met someone, Mr Sant called so often during dinners that her budding relationship never really had the chance to take root. Her attempts at stress relief usually included a sweaty game of racquetball or various battery-operated sex toys. Sometimes both, on particularly bad days.
Tilting his head, Dylan leaned forward on his forearms. "There are other options, you know..."
"Oh really." She took a sip of her cooling mocha latte and gently shook her head. "Like what?"
He dropped his voice slightly. "I've been seeing a Domme."
"Oh?" She lifted her brow curiously, her interest piqued.
"She's really helped knock a few bars off the old stress metre." He broke off a piece of croissant and popped it in his mouth. "I'm not having daily tension headaches anymore."
"And what do you do with her exactly?"
"Things." He smirked. "Sometimes there's sex. Sometimes there isn't. I mean, I know it's not the same, but it does sort of feel a bit like a therapy session. Just one where I can leave my body versus having to be tied to it. The orgasms are amazing."
"I've never really done much of this stuff, though. Just some occasional light spanking in bed."
He shrugged. "They take clients at all levels." He brushed off his fingers. "Here." Digging around in his wallet, he retrieved a business card and slid it over to his friend. "Give the agency a call. I'm sure it couldn't hurt." He gave Sofia a kind expression. "I hate seeing you so anxious all of the time. Maybe this will help, hmm? They have men and women on staff. So, I'm sure you can find someone perfect for you."
She reached out, twirling the card between her fingers. "I suppose there are worse ways to spend a day off."
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Heels clacked against the floor, followed by the soft, sensual whack of a flogger against skin. Both sounds sent Sofia's heart racing. Thoughts pulled back to the present. Mistress was here. The evening had now truly begun. Strands grazed Sofia's ass, and her stomach dropped. The long wait was now over. Playtime began.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," Venera said with a hint of arrogance. "Sometimes these damn stockings don't want to cooperate." She stepped into eyesight. A mask of feathers and velvet covered most of her face, giving an air of anonymity. But Sofia knew her just as much as Venera knew her. They were locked together in this little theatrical play of theirs. Destined to play cat and mouse until both their bodies shook with climax.
"How's my good girl?" Venera asked before drawing her tongue along Sofia's jaw and mouth, then flicking her submissive's chin away in mock disgust.
Warmth spread through Sofia's chest at the faux slight. Yes. This is what she wanted, what she craved. To be toyed with and used. Humiliated and tortured. No one but Venera had ever been able to reach so far into her and pull out who she truly was.
Mistress gathered the rope holding her submissive's hands high, forcing her arms straight over her head. A sigh escaped Sofia's lips. Would Mistress focus on her armpits today? Her sides? There weren't many places on Sofia's body that weren't extremely ticklish. She closed her eyes. Venera's warm breath caressed the submissive's underarm. Sofia shivered. Her nipples beaded into hard points.
"You look so beautiful like this. At my mercy." Venera grazed the flogger along Sofia's side and up around her breast. "Both terrified and excited for what's to come." She pressed the handle against Sofia's cunt, moving it gently.
Sofia shuddered. Her clit had grown so swollen and charged during the wait.
"You lingered so patiently, though," Mistress continued as she playfully beat her submissive's body. "You know just how much that pleases me, don't you?"
"Mhm," she mumbled out around the ball gag.
"Sweet girl." Venera smacked her a little harder.
Sofia enjoyed the way her soft, curvy body would jiggle after every hit. It made her feel beautiful. Sensual. Voluptuously made. Our ancestors would worship goddesses with plump, dimpled bodies, and now her Mistress did the same.
Venera snaked her hand down the front of her submissive, fondling a breast before wrapping her arm around her throat as if in a headlock.
"Is that pussy soaked and ready for me, my little pet?" She sucked her ear, licking it like a cat.
A chuckle escaped from around the gag in Sofia's mouth. Her ears--like the rest of her--had always been a ticklish area, but her Mistress had a way of using laughter as a means to break down Sofia's walls and inhibitions.
"Sex should be fun," she would say. "It should only ever be a liberation. Laughter is pleasure."
After winding Sofia's ponytail around her hand, Venera forced her head straight, leaning in once more to lick, nibble, and suck at her. The submissive trembled. Her eyes felt glassy. Her head was fuzzy. With every touch, she became more and more removed from the worries of every day. Work concerns melted away. Reminders of unpaid bills dissolved. Nothing mattered except her Mistress.
The domme circled around her, stopping at her front. Their gazes met. Venera's lithe fingers slipped between the submissive's labia, circling and rubbing. The pleasure didn't last long. Her Mistress cupped her face, making out with the gag in her mouth like a woman possessed. Sofia felt like a toy. A plaything. A mere distraction for her Mistress to enjoy.
And it made her heart soar.
These moments of bliss, of peace, made daily life worth living. The drudgery of existence, of work. Here, she could escape all that and merely be a thing to be savoured.
Her Mistress's touch enveloped Sofia's heavy breasts, kneading them. She leaned down and captured a ripe nipple between her lips. Sofia's eyes fluttered. Her cunt flooded with more lust the harder Venera sucked. She squeezed her thighs together, attempting friction. When that failed, she crossed her ankles, moaning when her Mistress slapped her tit.
"Supple little fruits, hmm?" Venera smiled.
She explored her submissive's curves, raking her nails up and down her body. Sofia giggled. Her nerve endings fired. The tickling did little to help the needy mess pooling between her thighs. Gently, Mistress pulled the gag from Sofia's mouth. They shared a grin between them before their mouths devoured one another's. Moans drifted from Sofia into Venera as the Mistress once again petted her pussy. She liked being licked and slapped and petted. There was something animalistic and primal about it. Sofia longed to be coated in her Mistress's scent.
A smile pulled at Sofia's mouth when Venera began to undo the cuffs. There was so much more to come. Excitement swirled in the submissive's veins. More opportunities to be worshipped and used. More chances to please her Mistress. Venera kissed the inside of Sofia's wrists as she released each one.
Hands free, now she could explore her Mistress. Sofia's mouth crashed against hers, tongues lapping against one another. Her touch glided over Venera's taut body. They shared moans and light giggles, finding joy in one another.
Mistress teased her cunt a little more before squatting down, leaning in to feast on the slicken part like a hungry animal. Sofia could barely stand. Her knees almost buckled as her Mistress sucked, licked, and kissed her pussy and plump mound.
"You want more?" Venera managed to ask between their kisses. She grabbed the ball gag, yanking her submissive close as it rested around her throat.
Bliss prodded at the corners of Sofia's mind. Subspace began to blossom, snaking around her senses. "Yes, Miss. Please." Their tongues licked at one another once more. "Use me. Play with me."
Venera smiled from beneath her mask. Pained pleasure filled Sofia as Mistress smacked and slapped one of her large breasts. Her nails raked against the plush cheeks of her ass. She grasped the gag once more, leaning Sofia's head back. Venera's tongue slithered over her chin and cheek, before slipping back into her warm, waiting mouth.
Another laugh pealed from Sofia as her Mistress stalked around her. The expression brought her strength. Made her more able to be who she was. She sucked in her bottom lip as she endured Venera's torturous teases and caresses. Every inch of her body felt more alive than it had in years.
