Contains British English and two loving women in an implied dom/sub relationship. A short, sweet story; includes descriptions of needle play and fisting.
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"Louise! You made it!" I greet my occasional girlfriend, who didn't think she was going to be able to attend this conference. We hadn't seen each other in four months. Family commitments, caring for her frail dad in particular, tended to scupper any plans we ever made to meet. Or she would be floored by illness, or she'd have a work crisis.
To be fair, I had just as many of the work reasons. Lab science is a bastard - either your experiments don't work and need to be repeated, or they unexpectedly do work and you're there for hours documenting the results. We tend to manage two or three successful dates a year, despite aiming for every two or three weeks. It is what it is. After several years, I'm just about confident she loves me anyway.
"They were about to give your room away!"
"Glad they didn't. Are you free now?"
"Yes, I've got a couple hours before the next session I need to be at. You?"
"No, I'm going to be.
very
busy. Come to my room with me."
She knows I can never resist her. I follow, happily. I fall under her spell every time I see the woman.
"I didn't have time to pack," she says. "Literally, all I brought is the clothes I'm in." She pulls her leather coat off and drapes it over her arm. "I'll have to borrow some clean clothes if I stay overnight."
"No problem," I assure her.
"Fine. You come to mine. Come along." As soon as we're out of the main atrium, into a corridor sparsely populated with strangers, no-one we recognise, she continues, "And let me kiss you. It's been too long."
It's always too long. We don't live that far apart, but Lou and I both have family members to care for, and hers specialise in emergencies every time we plan to see each other. Over the last few years we've learnt never to get our hopes up, but simply snatch any moment we can get.
Given the public place and the gossipy nature of scientists - two women together is still gossip-worthy, annoyingly - her kiss is disappointingly chaste, a touch just to the side of my lips, but a hug is reasonable, plausibly deniable that much else is going on, and she accepts my enthusiastic embrace. After a couple minutes in each other's arms, breathing in the scent of each other like it's a drug, me leaning down to nuzzle my face in her mass of curly chestnut hair, her turning her face upwards, looking misleadingly young and innocent, we separate enough to continue walking to the apartment she's in.
No-one else is around the accommodation blocks in mid-afternoon. We hold hands as we go up in the lift. Being able to make circles on her palm with my thumb, such a small intimate gesture, is beautifully satisfying. Once in her room - typical student accommodation designed for conference guests in the vacations, single bed, dimmable light, all-in-one plastic-moulded en-suite cubicle, all clean and comfortable if not at all luxurious - we catch up on each other's busy lives. Most of our meetings are like this - grabbing precious minutes in the same place at the same time. At some point I express disappointment that she's had to leave her toys at home, as did I.
She strokes under my chin with one finger, and smiles sweetly - always a sign of evilness. And impending doom. "We'll just have to improvise then, won't we?"
Lou reaches for the front of my T-shirt, then pushes me down to the bed while the front of the T-shirt goes up and over my head. Then it's carefully pulled smooth, down over my upper arms. Two layers of fabric now pin my shoulders and arms in place by my sides. I want to reach out and hold her, but when I turn sideways to try, she pushes me backwards so I'm lying on the bed. She pulls my bra upwards so it adds to the bulk of cloth around my neck, blocking my view, making my exposed tits feel even more vulnerable.
She's going to have ideas now, and I'm going to go along with them. That's pretty much how our relationship always works, to be fair, but this time I really have little choice. I'm not actually complaining.
She's unbuckled my belt, pulled it free, and is tapping her hand with it, thoughtfully. I wait.
She tosses the belt aside and climbs onto the bed to straddle my thighs. My jeans are a bit loose now, but she leaves them in place as she reaches a hand inside, fondles the front of my pants - not nearly as far down as I'd like - and yanks them upwsrds, hard. They ride up my arsecrack, separating my bum cheeks, which in turn reminds me of how soft and tender my arse is, that she will probably use my belt on soon...
"Close your eyes," Louise orders. I'm reluctant, despite not being able to see much of what the woman is doing anyway. She tuts, rips off her own vest top, and knots it round my head. My eyes and nose are covered by the stretchy ribbed fabric. I relax into her warm smell, forcing the fear in the back of my mind away. As she didn't bother saying on this occasion, she's going to enjoy hurting me, and I'm going to like it. It's how it goes. I struggle to stop thinking about what she's plotting, and just accept.
I hear some rummaging in her backpack. In a moment it becomes clear that 'just' grabbing a bag and going, for her, just happens to include a fortuitous length of climbing rope, which she's now wrapping round my ankles to hold them together. She pulls to make my feet sway from side to side, as she muses where to tie them to. The foot of the bed. It's always the foot of the bed - there's never another robust-enough place.
Having got me unable to escape, she makes a happy, satisfied purr and climbs onto my thighs. The heat of her inner thighs against mine, even through two pairs of jeans, is impressive. She really is hot, in every sense. She starts to play with my breasts, pulling at my nipples, pinching and squeezing my tits, scratching all over. It gets painful quickly and I try to push her hands away, but as I can't move my arms above the elbow, this is pretty futile. I'm waggling my hands ineffectually, like a T-Rex. I bet Lou is finding that hilarious.
She does take pity on me, starting to mix a bit more pleasure in with the pain, or rather, applying pain that I find pleasurable. Pinched nipples and clawing my chest is more like it, sending tingling straight to my cunt. She shifts to kneeling with one leg between mine, which means I can start pushing against her, trying to rub my clit against her. My tits are burning and my cunt is throbbing, dripping, and horribly empty. She'd better give me more soon, the bitch. I try to reach round her leg and hold her still with my knees. It fails.
She gets up and leaves me, laughing as I whimper and then swear a lot, insulting her, her predilection to maternal incest, making comparison to a female dog, and confirming the fact that she is the most fiendish cunt this side of the Atlantic.
"Ooh, you need to watch your mouth," she says, stroking up the underside of my chin with one finger. I reply with some classic swear words. She tuts, and slaps my tits a dozen times. By the time I've caught my breath, my nipples are burning in agony but the rest of each breast is warm and throbbing and feeling fantastic.
"Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?"
I have no idea what she wants or whether I am or not, but that's not important. The message is that I'm still her girl, no matter how seldom we see each other. Probably always will be. I mumble something.
"Don't move."
I don't know if she can see me roll my eyes under her vest, but she meant it sarcastically anyway. I feel one breast being held, skin stretched. There's a sharp prick, a scratch. She's sliding needles under my skin. I'm never clear whether I like needles or not, but I love her playing with my tits, and she loves needle play, which is good enough for me. And means needles do now turn me on. A circle of eight round each breast, each surgical steel point removed from its individual blister pack, then slid under and over and under a few layers of skin, before opening the next. Then another circle within that, closer to the nipple. The first circle is mostly pressure and endorphins: the second adds pain to the mix of sensations. Repeating it on the second breast somehow makes it even more intense as I start to feel symmetrical. Now it's not just my nipples burning hot; it's the whole of each breast. My cunt is so wet my pants are soggy. The fact that there's nothing anywhere between my legs, let alone penetrating me, is a fucking travesty. Or, y'know, not.
She steps back, admiring her art. There's some shoving my bra to the side and some clicking of phone cameras, before she returns to kiss me and whisper in my ear, "You were ever so good, darling."
Well, of course. It's implied. I stay quiet.
Lou chuckles to herself, knowing too damn well what I'm thinking, and asks, in a quiet, sweet voice, "Which would you like now - fisting or face-fucking?"
I moan. I want - need? - her perfect slender hand balled up inside my soaking wet cunt, pushing me in and out. My arse tilts up at the very thought. But the idea of her sitting on my face, being able to pleasure her, that wonderful scent and taste of all the juice from her pussy, her hot thighs wrapped round my ears...
"Both?" I whimper, embarrassed but there is really no way to choose. She chuckles, but kindly.
"All right, sweetheart. Lick me out and I'll make it up to you."
