Chapter 8 #3
Maistresse Marguerite: Yes, of course. I do like a smart submissive. I attach the second zipper, clip by clip, on the other side. Once I do that, I admire my handiwork and then flick each and every clip one at a time. How many?
Juicy_Babe: 22 total (including the 2 nip clips), Ma’am.
Maistresse Marguerite: Nice. Nice. I am standing in front of you, admiring your new “jewelry.” I run my hand down the zipper strip of clothespins on one side. I hear that exhale. I run my hand up the other side. I press down on the nipple clips and release. I flick them 5 times each.
Juicy_Babe: Mmm, Ma’am. This pain is exquisite. A lovely Saturday evening flood of endorphins.
Maistresse Marguerite: Excellent, chat minou. But it’s time. I have about six more clips left, yes?
Juicy_Babe: Yes, Ma’am.
Maistresse Marguerite: You already know where they’ll go. I’m putting three on each side, holding your labia open for me. My strap-on is twitching to get inside you.
Maistresse Marguerite: Do NOT clip one to your clit. Never, never, never. Your clit is sacred. Do NOT damage her.
Jessica wasn’t sure which had more effect on her: Maistresse Marguerite’s dominance or the actual physical things she was doing to her own body.
A combination of both. Yes, both. It was time.
Her online Mistress relied on her to let her know when she was wet enough for penetration. Oh, God, was she!
Juicy_Babe: So wet for you, Ma’am. Please. I need your touch. I need your…
Maistresse Marguerite: We both know what you need, ma cherie. And I am happy to oblige. The head of my strap-on is at the entrance. You’re spread open wide for me, like the good slutty girl that you are.
Jessica moaned. This time, it was definitely the words that spiked her arousal. She liked a little humiliation peppered in her scenes. She grabbed one of her dildos and held it in her hand.
Juicy_Babe: Mmm. I need you inside, Ma’am. Please.
Maistresse Marguerite: The bulbous head of my strap-on is at your entrance. Nothing stands in her way. Your labia are tacked back, my full-use submissive. They are out of the way for free and clear insertion. The head snakes its way in. It’s so slippery that it doesn’t stop until it hits bottom.
Jessica followed the guidelines. The dildo she slid inside herself felt so good. Small bites of pain hit when her hand brushed the six clips holding her labia aside.
Juicy_Babe: Ma’am! The clips add so much. You’re wonderful inside me.
Maistresse Marguerite: I pump. Slowly. Slowly. Exhale out the tension in your body as you do this, mon amour. I know how stressed you are with your career. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Jessica got a nice rhythm going and breathed as instructed. She felt good. Her arousal was increasing, and she was happily ignoring all those pesky niggling thoughts that had been bothering her all week and weekend. No time for that shit here. No way. She had a live Domme telling her what to do.
Maistresse Marguerite: Your silence tells me you’re obeying me. That is good, because I am now increasing the speed of my penetrations. I unclip the pin on one of your breasts, and I now have it in my hand. You know what’s next, don’t you? I rip off the zipper in one smooth motion.
Jessica followed the instructions and gasped at the pain. “Holy fuck.” She wanted to rub the spots, but she couldn’t until she was told to.
Juicy_Babe: Ma’am, please. Will you rub the spots? They need relief.
Maistresse Marguerite: I hear your groans. And, of course, let me rub those out for you. After I rub the very last spot, I yank the second zipper off smoothly. I double the pain your body is experiencing. Yes, I heard you yell at the pain.
Jessica winced. Her eyes squeezed shut as she absorbed the conflicting sensations of pain from the clips and hot arousal below. She let herself feel both. Fuck. She didn’t wait for instructions and reached down to rub the sore spots.
Maistresse Marguerite: Rubbing out the other side feels good, doesn’t it?
My strap-on continues to slide in and out of your glorious wetness.
Your dark and mysterious cavern is my luxury tonight.
I need to concentrate where you need me the most, but first I flick the last remaining nipple clip and then take it off.
I push down on your nipple to amplify the glorious pain.
Clips left on too long weren’t sexy, but Maistresse Marguerite knew just the right amount of time. The direct speeding bullet train from her nipple to her clit almost tipped her over. Her orgasm was building. She held back. She had to. She didn’t have permission.
Maistresse Marguerite: One by one by one, I’m taking off those labia clips and tossing them aside. No rubbing. Enjoy the sensations without relief. Relish the pulsing pain as it goes directly to that little knot of nerves I’ll wrap my lips around next time.
“Oh, God,” Jessica murmured, a slight moan escaping. “Your words to God’s ears.” She wished for Maistresse Marguerite to materialize in the flesh to do just that, but alas, it didn’t happen.
Juicy_Babe: Ma’am
She’d hit send before finishing her thought. She didn’t even know what that thought was; she was so ready to pop.
Maistresse Marguerite: Yes, yes, I know. I’m ready, too. I wrap one hand around your throat and tighten it slightly. You can still get air, but it’s a little restricted. I ram my rod into you, bottoming out every time.
Jessica blew within a few thrusts. Her legs quivered as the ball of release shot from her core out to her limbs.
Her pelvis lifted on its own as the dildo slowed its pace.
She moaned through more after pulses and finally collapsed spent.
She basked in the afterglow for a few moments until she caught her breath.
Juicy_Babe: So good. I blew, Ma’am. Thank you. I’m glad you were online tonight. I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet you.
Maistresse Marguerite didn’t reply right away. Sometimes that happened with online trysts. Someone needed her or, hopefully, she was achieving her own release. Before doubts could creep all the way in, Maistresse Marguerite finally replied.
Maistresse Marguerite: I was on the Richter scale this time.
It’s always so good meeting up with you.
Glad to hear you are a satisfied customer, too.
Remember to wash up and SANITIZE all those toys.
You need to replace those wooden clips. Wood holds onto the bacteria.
Find a different, safer kind. Look online at a kinky website, not a craft shop.
Maistresse Marguerite: And as to meeting me, well, we’ve talked about this.
I’ve been open and honest with you. I have a wife who’s currently at work and, well, our needs are different.
I will never meet anyone in person. That is the agreement I have with her.
She just doesn’t want me doing this when she’s home.
And I also want to remind you that I’m not one of those assholes on this website who lies about their circumstances.
Juicy_Babe: I’m embarrassed for even saying it. I’m flying on endorphins, Ma’am. And, yes, I understand your circumstances. I just wish I knew what you looked like and where you lived. No, no. That all sounds creepy and thirsty. Sorry. I’m just a bit starved for actual physical touch.
Maistresse Marguerite: That’s understandable. My wife and I have different libidos, but I try to make sure we have intimate moments, even with no sex involved. And that’s what I feel I have with you, JB, intimate moments that DO have sex involved.
Juicy_Babe: Thank you for listening and not belittling my neediness.
Maistresse Marguerite: Never, ma cherie.
Have patience; the woman of your dreams does exist, but in the meantime, don’t settle for less.
And we’ll meet again (online) soon. When we do, be sure to have lots of lube.
I saw a juicy little anal plug and a small dildo in your tray of goodies, and that has me planning naughty things.
Juicy_Babe: I’m looking forward to it.
Jessica typed the words and meant them, but that was in the future. In the here and now, she felt herself going into sub drop.
Maistresse Marguerite: Time to end our session. You’ll drink water and have a snack. Probably something sweet, but I remember you have a thing for potato crisps, right?
Jessica laughed. Yes, Maistresse Marguerite did know her kind of well. After they said their goodbyes, Jessica took down the picture of her goodies tray from her Kinks page and cleaned up.
After a shower, she sat on the couch with her potato chips and dip, a bottle of water half gone already.
Her tablet lay on her lap, the Kinks app opened.
A sweet, familiar sadness spread over her heart.
When would she ever have a Domme of her own, in the flesh, one who stayed and didn’t stray, one who would be satisfied with what Jessica had to offer, and one who would satisfy Jessica’s desires?
Yeah, well, unfortunately, that person did not exist.