Lucy was spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, arms and legs held out wide by rope that wound around her wrists and ankles, connecting to the four corners of the bed, and wore nothing but a blue lace thong. Her partner Amy stood with her arms crossed, drinking in the sight with her eyes like someone who'd just spent weeks in the desert and found an oasis. It had been far too long since they'd done what they call "kinky stuff." Already, Lucy had begun to soak through her underwear, a tiny dark spot beginning to widen in the center of its intricate patterns.
Amy walked around to the side of the bed and slid onto it. She was on her stomach with legs bent at the knees and her soles faced her helpless lover. After a low purr, she said, "Aww, is someone feeling a little helpless?" as she slid her right hand down Lucy's body and left it to rest against the thin fabric, moving her fingers almost imperceptibly.
"Y-yes," came the shaky reply. Lucy was never great at talking when a warm hand was pressed against her pussy. She shook & shuddered and pulled at her restraints.
"But you don't seem to mind, do you?"
Amy pressed the base of her hand into Lucy's clit, drawing a moan before her sub gasped out, "Not at all, Mistress."
"Good girl! Now, I want you to try and resist moving for as long as you can. Think you can do that for me?"
"I c-can try."
A devilish grin on her face, Amy slid back off the bed. Without a word, she moved down to the foot of the bed, and knelt by her partner's feet. With long nails painted black, Amy scratched at her sub's soles, causing them to involuntarily scrunch, revealing new wrinkles and patches of skin to tickle. Lucy whined from up above, trying so hard not to let any part of her move, all too aware of the consequences but unable to stop the slight twitching.
After planting a kiss on Lucy's left sole, Amy stood up again and got onto the bed, between her sub's spread-out legs. Her fingers understood exactly where to touch and poke and stroke and scratch to best get a reaction, especially when Lucy tried so hard to resist. The act of focusing on resistance works like being told not to think of a pink elephant -- by focusing so hard on not twitching, Lucy built up the tension, the need for release, the need to squirm & react. Amy looked back down at the blue thong clinging to Lucy's wet pussy, the dark spot in the center growing wider and wider with every touch. Amy slid over her sub's nearly-nude body with her own fully bare, pressed her knee against Lucy's crotch, and watched as the sensations sent powerful electric signals directly into the latter's already-weakening mind. Amy could feel the slight twitches begging to become more, and locked eyes with Lucy.
"You know what's going to happen when your resistance finally crumbles, don't you?"
"You mean
if.
I can do it today," replied Lucy, brows furrowed and lips pursed, not believing her own words for a second but putting on her best brat impression.
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When
