It was dark. Impossibly dark. Dark, that was, except for a single dim lamp that hung from the tall ceiling, swaying lazily in the light breeze that blew through the basement, creaking eerily as it did so. The large, spacious room was empty, devoid of all furniture except a large wooden bench set off to one side. The only sign that it wasn't completely abandoned was the presence of two figures, both female. However, gender was the only real similarity between the two – their personas were virtual polar opposites.
The first girl was chained, spread-eagled, to one of the bare, cold stone walls, her naked back pressed against the chill surface. Her hands were above her head, crossed over and bound tightly, leaving little room for her to struggle against her bonds. Her legs were forced open and also chained. She had been deprived of her clothing completely in an attempt to make her feel dirty and humiliated, her curvy hourglass figure, large breasts and wide hips on full display to her "captor". Her fluffy chestnut hair was dishevelled and fell around her face, concealing a lot of it from view. Her eyes, however, shone though. They were an unusual colour, a yellowish-hazel, and right now they showed an odd mixture of fear and anticipation that would have come as a surprise to most who knew her – especially considering her current predicament. Her mascara and eyeliner was smudged across her face, giving the indication that she had been crying, and her beautifully pale skin still bore red marks and bruises from sessions of previous evenings. She shivered, an effect of both the cold air on her skin and because she knew what awaited her without doubt. It had been the same now for days on end. Her posture was that of one who had come to finally accept her fate as nothing more than a vessel for the sexual depravity of the one responsible for her situation – and who actually enjoyed being nothing more than a plaything, a living doll to fulfil the needs of others.
By contrast, the second girl was taller and stood unhindered in front of the first girl with her arms folded, straight, proud and domineering, the stance of one who knew exactly what it was that she wanted and didn't ask for it, but rather demanded it, sadistic in her need to order and manipulate others like toys. She viewed others as lower than herself, seeing them as barely human, there simply for her amusement, and nobody gave her more of a thrill than the one currently bound to her underground wall.
She was dressed downright provocatively and despite not having as much of a sexualized shape as the first girl, her outfit clung to her so tightly that it almost appeared painted on. A tight-fitting leather corset, black, pushed her breasts up so much that they threatened to escape from the material. From the waist down, she had on a tiny, tight microskirt made from PVC, connected to the corset to form a dress of sorts, and under that lay a semi-transparent lacy red thong, flashes of which were visible as she walked around. Black silk stockings reached to her upper thighs, leaving only a slight gap displaying her lightly tanned flesh. From the knees down she wore long black leather boots, complete with high heels and numerous buckles, straps and zippers. Wavy brown hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her full lips, painted ruby red, were set in a permanent smirk, and her hazel eyes burned with an evil lust.
"Playtime, pet," she giggled softly and seductively, sauntering over to the bench, where lay her "toys", a selection of instruments designed specifically for both pleasure and pain. She was in her element here, so skilled in their use, able to draw out both soft moans and loud screams from her "pets" with equal ease. Firstly, she picked up a long handle tipped with a silky black feather.
"I think I'll tease you first...to get you wet for me..." she smiled darkly. "I love it when your pussy is dripping...means I'm clearly doing my job right...and you're such a slut that it never takes long..."
The chained girl was unable to prevent a sound of pleasure escaping her lips as the dominant female spoke to her in such a way. It was no secret to the few who knew this girl's sexual nature that, despite appearances, she actually got off on being talked down to and insulted, something that she had learned to love a long time ago. She readily volunteered to be tied to the basement wall each night, and had started to in fact look forward to it. She felt the area between her legs start to moisten and heat up already, and she blushed slightly. She really was a slut for the other girl – and indeed for anyone who showed her such treatment – an expression of her need to submit to others, to be controlled and used.
A second noise of enjoyment, louder this time, echoed around the basement as the girl in charge lightly stroked the feather down the other girl's form, tracing it from her cheek down her sensitive neck to her breasts, circling each nipple and then changing direction, running it up her legs and over her thighs, softly brushing the tip of the feather against the entrance to her pussy and over her clit.
"There's a good bitch..." the dominant girl purred, leaning up to softly run her tongue up the other girl's neck, making her gasp in ecstasy. She wanted that tongue all over her...wanted it inside her...
As if she had read the submissive girl's mind, the other winked at her, running her tongue slowly and deliberately across her bottom lip as she said "maybe if you're good for me, I'll show you what else I can do with my tongue...I'd bet you'd fucking like that wouldn't you, you dirty little whore?"
The bound girl, a blush reaching her cheeks, whimpered and nodded, struggling in her chains as she tried to thrust her hips in the other girl's direction, a silent plea to be pleasured by her mistress.
"Ooh...I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight, sweetie..." the dominant girl cooed.
Running the feather high up the other girl's thighs again, eliciting more moans that were like sweet music to her ears, she turned and replaced the tickler on the bench. She rested a hand on her hip.
"Hmmm...what should I do to you next? I wonder..." She sucked on her thumb softly as she regarded the variety of implements before her. "Any suggestions or preferences, bitch?"
The girl in chains moaned again. Her mistress rarely allowed her to choose the method by which she would be exploited next, but she loved it when she was allowed such a rare reward for her behaviour. She felt the wetness between her legs increase, and a little slid down her thigh. Her blush increased. Even by her standards, it wasn't too often that she would be dripping so much this early into their sessions.
My God...I'm becoming such a whore for her...
"Wax..." she whispered softly. "Burn me..."
The other girl giggled, picking up a large red candle. "Beg for it!" she breathed, fire in her eyes.
"...Please, Tami..." the first girl murmured. "Please...burn me, baby...I beg you...ah...please..."
"Louder! Scream it for me!" the girl called Tami cried, reaching for a lighter with a smirk.
"Tami, please! Drip it over me! Make me feel it! I'm your little bitch, Tami! Please! I'll do anything! Burn me, Tami! Please!"
Fuck...I can't believe how much I'm getting off on how demanding she is...
"Mmm...that's much better..." Tami slipped one hand up under her skirt, rubbing her fingers against her pussy through her thong. "Mmm, Hannah...you know I love it when you beg me...ah, yes..."
Hannah moaned again as she watched her mistress touching herself.
I wish I could taste her...
