Chapter 1 #2
The woman opened her stance so quickly that Victoria had to hide her smile by moving behind the woman.
“Eyes front,” she barked when the woman turned to see what Victoria was doing. The woman snapped her gaze forward. Victoria tapped the crop on the woman’s inner thighs. The scent of her arousal was prominent and quite intoxicating. “Someone’s wet.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The voice was shaky.
Victoria made her way around the woman’s body, tapping her thighs, ass, and hips. Just taps. Nothing that stung. She circled toward the front and held the crop up with both hands as if handing it to the woman. “Color?”
“Green, Ma’am,” the woman said. “Within limits.”
“Let’s find out what those limits are, shall we?”
Victoria moved quickly as she seared the woman with a steamy kiss full of promises for the next hour. To her credit, the woman didn’t break out of inspection pose. Victoria’s hands did the rest of the inspecting, including a quick dip between the woman’s legs, causing the woman to moan expectantly.
Victoria stepped back. “At ease.” The woman lowered her hands but didn’t close her legs.
Victoria pinched one erect nipple with her finger and thumb and pulled her by that nipple toward the small St. Andrews cross.
“Face it,” she said and released the nipple.
“You can use the cuffs or simply hold on to the chains there.” She pointed to the two options.
“Some women get panicky with cuffs when playing with someone new. Trust has yet to be established, so I’m okay either way.
But I hope we can establish trust this afternoon. ”
The woman didn’t respond verbally but simply moved to the cross and put on one of the Velcro cuffs. She was clearly no stranger to it. Victoria made short work of cuffing the woman’s other wrist. She did not use ankle cuffs. Not this time. Maybe next time, if there was one.
“Not a newbie then?” It was a question.
“Humph,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve been coming here for maybe a year now. But I’m still finding my limits, I think. I’m still figuring out what I want.”
Victoria held back on saying that what the woman wanted might not necessarily be what she needed. Now was not the time for that bit of Domme wisdom.
Instead, Victoria said, “The kidneys, joints, feet, abdomen, face, head, and neck are all excluded from the strokes my crop will bring you.”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” the woman said and pulled against the restraints. She clearly looked as if she’d been in them before. She was not a newbie then. Good. Nor did she seem like a fetish-seeking addict. That was also good.
Victoria tapped the woman’s ass with the crop to let her know what was coming. But then nice time was over. She flicked the crop at the woman’s ass, leaving a beautiful red mark. The woman yelped in surprise.
“Color?”
“Green!”
“Good!” Victoria laughed and got down to business. Impact play was not only about creating sensations in the submissive, but it was also about creating connections between Domme and sub. She added a few more crop stripes down one ass cheek and then added a matching set on the other.
The woman was stoic but grunted at each hit. Victoria knew that it hurt. “It’ll turn for you,” Victoria counseled. “Let go.”
“Ungh,” the woman grunted again as Victoria assaulted the back of her thighs with equally spaced marks.
“Just be happy this isn’t a caning,” Victoria said. “Those grunts would alert the dungeon master outside this door, wouldn’t they?”
“Yeah,” came the breathy answer.
Victoria threw the crop down and got in the woman’s face. “Forget something?” She grabbed the woman’s chin in a show of power.
“Mmm,” the woman said, clearly soaking in the pain and feeling Victoria’s dominance. Victoria knew what was happening. The woman was trying to find enough functioning brain cells to answer. And that’s exactly what Victoria wanted. “Ma’am,” the woman finally got out.
“Better.” Victoria grabbed the back of the woman’s head as she leaned in for another sensual kiss.
Victoria’s finger found its way to the woman’s center.
She circled the distended clit slowly. The woman moaned her approval at this lucky turn of events.
Victoria loved fingering a woman, finding out which brush strokes turned her on.
She loved discovering the secrets of every woman she met.
Abruptly, Victoria bolted away. The woman groaned and said, “Tease.” In a flash, she added, “Ma’am.”
Victoria chuckled. “Good save, baby.” She picked up the flogger, draped the leather tails over the woman’s shoulder to let her know what was coming next, and then got to work.
Some people could take a lot and some not.
She figured this woman was experienced and could take more than a newbie, so the warm-up was quick.
“Fuck, yes,” the woman cried when the tails of the flogger hit their mark. Her legs spread wider. “Yes, Ma’am, yes, yes, yes.”
Excellent. Victoria had found the woman’s trigger.
Flogging. She increased the intensity. Up the back and down again.
She lingered on the ass cheeks, alternating them as she went, then down the back of the thighs.
If they had time, she’d do the front. A quick glance at the clock counting down told her she didn’t, though.
“Take it, baby. Take my flogger. Take the pain I’m giving you. ”
The moans became constant and consistent.
That was the trigger for Victoria; it always got her motor revving.
She finished the pattern on the woman’s back, threw down the flogger, and unzipped her pants.
She adjusted the strap-on in the harness.
It was annoying to wear under clothes, especially when she had to tuck the thing, so it didn’t look like she had a huge erection bulging in the front of her pants, but it came with the territory.
“Soak it in, baby,” Victoria said as the woman writhed to get relief from what must be white-hot pain pulsing her brightly glowing red skin. “Soak it in.” If they had more time, she’d use a soft cloth to alleviate some of the burning, but they didn’t. She needed to save time for aftercare.
She pulled a condom out of her back pocket, showed the woman, and then slid it on.
She placed her strap-on at the woman’s entrance and only inserted the head.
The woman moaned. If there was such a thing as a welcoming moan, that had been it.
Victoria wrapped both arms around the woman’s waist and pulled her back onto her phallus.
“Ahh,” the woman said. “Yes, Ma’am. Please. Green, green, green.”
Victoria moaned at the encouraging words.
She pulled back and began thrusting. Shit, the strap-on was hitting her own center just right.
She wanted the woman to blow first, though.
She grasped the woman’s hips and squeezed hard as she thrust in and out.
“Fucking nice pussy, baby,” Victoria said.
Another shaky moan came unbidden from her core.
“Damn,” she said out loud. She had to hold off so she wouldn’t cum first.
She reached one hand around and found the woman’s clit. Attacking it full-on might be too much, so she rubbed along the side.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the woman moaned, breathless.
“Yes, that. Perfect. Yes.” The stream of encouraging words continued until she inhaled sharply.
Victoria kept up her rhythmic thrusts from behind and strokes near the clit.
The woman’s orgasm hit. The moans were high-pitched and constant as she bucked her hips.
Ahh, the power of it. The moans were Victoria-enabled music.
“Fuck,” the woman said as her bucking slowed.
“Fuck,” she said again, clearly catching her breath.
Now was the time. Victoria pulled her finger away from the woman’s clit, placed her finger in the woman’s mouth, and finger fucked her there.
Meanwhile, the strap-on continued its work from behind.
Yes, there it was. The spark was back. Victoria pistoned hard and fast. She bottomed out into the woman repeatedly so she could feel the bump on her side of the strap-on.
Victoria’s low moans started before the orgasm did.
The sensations started far from her center, causing small pulses in her sex, even though she had not yet climaxed.
The woman in her arms started moaning again.
Shit, was she going to cum again? Fuck, yeah.
Victoria’s center tightened and then burst wide open in wave after wave of pleasure.
She knew she was moaning her release, but she was kind of elsewhere at the moment.
When her own orgasm started to recede, she realized that the woman in her arms was cumming again.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Victoria encouraged and continued thrusting. Shit, she was getting tired. She was so out of practice.
When the woman’s moans lessened in intensity and finally stopped, Victoria stopped thrusting. She pulled out slowly. She rolled the condom off and tossed it in the trash. The woman’s breathing was finally coming down to normal, so Victoria moved in front and kissed her deeply.
“That was—” the woman moaned in Victoria’s arms. “Um, what?”
Victoria chuckled. The woman was soaring in afterglow. Time to uncuff her and make use of that cozy couch for aftercare.
Once situated on the couch with the woman cradled comfortably in Victoria’s lap, a light sheet draped over her naked body, Victoria took a deep breath and then said, “That was incredible, baby.”
“Mmm,” the woman said. “And, yes, you do know.”
“Know what?”
“Your way around a woman’s body,” the woman said with a slight chuckle.
“Told you.”
Victoria handed the woman one of the eight-ounce bottles of water the dungeon stocked in its private rooms. The woman downed the whole bottle in one go, making Victoria laugh. She took the empty bottle back as the woman nestled into Victoria’s chest.
“You did well, baby,” Victoria praised. “You needed this, didn’t you, baby? You needed the release?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” The woman snuggled closer. “How much time is left?”
“Enough to get you ready to participate in the real world again.”
The groan was one of regret. Victoria knew nothing about the woman’s life and kind of preferred not to.
She was here for the thrill, not a marriage certificate.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small square of chocolate.
The woman snatched it up eagerly and murmured her thanks at Victoria’s thoughtfulness.
“You’re welcome,” Victoria said. “I take care of my women.” The woman simply nestled closer.
Victoria wasn’t sure what the woman expected from her, so it was time for the tried-and-true speech.
“I’m, uh, not looking for any kind of permanent relationship, baby.
I just wanted to get that out up front. I like what we did here and, if you’re up for it, I’d love to keep exploring with you.
Here. In the dungeon.” She added the last part so the woman would understand they were on a sex-only mission, and nothing further.
“I’m on board with that,” the woman said and then sat up. “If you’re single, stay that way. Relationships are a trap.” Victoria wasn’t sure how to respond but didn’t need to as the woman continued. “Friday afternoons like this are perfect for me. I mostly work nights.”
“Same for me,” Victoria said. “Shall I pencil us in for the same time and place next Friday?”
“Oh, yes, please.” The woman reached over and brushed a lock of Victoria’s hair off her forehead. “Thank you for playing with me this afternoon. I have a feeling I’m going to be the most relaxed and affable bartender Venus Rising has ever seen.”
“Oh, shit,” Victoria said. “You work at the local lesbian watering hole? I practically lived there as a teenager.”
“I do,” she said, standing up. “If you come down there, maybe we could keep this situation under wraps?” She turned away and reached for her clothes.
Ahh, the woman was in the closet about liaisons like these.
No worries. She’d had an itch that needed scratching, they both did, and the itches had been properly scratched that afternoon, but would rise again, no doubt.
“Understood.” Victoria nodded. “Like I said, I enjoyed what we did here.” She chuckled. “Very much.”
“Me, too.”
“And we can keep it between us,” Victoria reassured her.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” She took a moment to put her clothes back on, and as Victoria was cleaning up their space, the woman said, “Out in the wild, I won’t be able to call you ‘Ma’am.’”
“Understood.”
One searing kiss later, the woman walked out the door.
Victoria tucked her strap-on adequately and then took one more look around.
She was satisfied that she’d cleaned up enough for the service crew that would sanitize all the equipment once they left.
As the door to the private room closed behind her, she heard the unmistakable sound of the timer going off.
“Perfect timing,” she said. She hoped her return to Indianapolis had been perfect timing as well.