After waking up every morning, the first thing Elaina wanted was entertainment. And everything she wanted, she took from B.
The sun had just come out. Sunlight entered through a small gap between the curtains, enough to bathe B's naked body in light. She was lying on the bed, with a comfortable fluffy pillow underneath her head, her hands firmly tied to the headboard, and her legs spread open, each ankle chained to a wooden bedpost. In front of her, sitting between her legs, was Elaina. And B was completely at her mercy.
"Come on, slave." She heard Elaina's deep, confident voice loud above the sound of her own moans. "We barely started and you are already whimpering. You sounded so sure of yourself just a minute ago... What happened?"
Slow and methodical, Elaina was fucking her with two fingers, entering and leaving B's pussy over and over again at a maddening pace. Sometimes she slightly brushed her thumb up, against her clit, and B jerked up to chase the feeling.
But Elaina made sure not to touch her clit too often. Just enough so the lack of proper stimulation had B slowly becoming more desperate. It didn't take much: it had been days since Elaina repeated the same ritual without letting her orgasm once. B had given up on controlling the sounds that left her mouth, and all she could hear were her own moans, her gasps when Elaina moved her fingers a certain way, and a choked cry when she grazed her clit once more.
"Aww, look at you. Spread open like this, moaning like a little slut... you love when I touch you, don't you?"
Trying to ignore her mocking words, B didn't take her eyes off the dark ceiling. Even then she felt the shame redden her skin. She tried uselessly to close her legs but all she managed was a pointless struggle against the binds on her ankles, a weak tug on the steel chains that barely made them rattle.
While she managed to close her thighs a little, she soon felt the denim of Elaina's jean-covered legs press against them and force them wide open again, leaving her even more exposed than before.
Meanwhile, Elaina kept fingering her, and, completely helpless, B let out a long whine. Elaina laughed at her and doubled her pace, turning the whine into a moan.
"There you go. Don't lie to yourself, slave. You are loving this."
B closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else. But she only became more aware of the movement of Elaina's fingers, slowly but firmly penetrating her as deep as they could, until the rest of Elaina's hand pressed against her pussy. When they retracted, B couldn't stop herself from trying to move her hips down.
Sometimes, once her fingers were inside her, Elaina slightly curled them up and held them there. The movement put pressure on a part of her that B didn't know existed before meeting Elaina. The sensation was sudden and intense, it made her seize up and gasp, and then melt into a shudder when Elaina took them out.
The first time Elaina snickered, surely proud that it still had that effect on her. B couldn't escape from the humiliation. Her reaction to that little move was something Elaina had learned after months of exploring her body, and a symbol of how much power she now had over her. In a way, it showed to both of them that Elaina knew B's body better than B herself.
Under her practiced touch, B couldn't resist for too long. The constant stimulation sent waves through her whole body, from her head to the tips of her toes. Each time the palm of Elaina's hand hit the mound of her pussy she felt her mind slip a little.
Only a few minutes later, her body was decisively betraying her and she was panting and rocking her hips, trying to grind against Elaina's hand, desperate for a relief she knew wasn't coming. With each movement, she quivered against Elaina's fingers and clenched on them when they left her.
She wanted to cry. Knowing she had no control over how her body reacted, abandoned and surrendered to Elaina's will. But the worst part was knowing that Elaina would stop, again, a little too soon.
Because her body belonged to Elaina, and right now her owner only wanted entertainment.
"You are so fucking wet." Snickered Elaina, taking her fingers out of her. She stopped touching her completely, and B let out a pleading whimper. "Oh, you want me to keep fucking you? You are such a slut, aren't you?"
