Chapter 16
I almost cried the moment I saw them. No, I wasn’t afraid of them in the least…
this was the best, most thoughtful present someone could get me.
I remember that Vi saw me looking at them one night, but I said they were ridiculous, way too expensive, and they had to be shipped from Australia, so they weren’t even worth the hassle.
But now, here they were, enshrouding Yara’s fingers, about to work their magic.
She raised her hand to my chest and drew the claws on her index and middle fingers down my sternum, then under my left breast. They were pointy enough to keep your attention, but blunted enough that they weren’t going to draw blood no matter how vigorous the activity.
“Do you know what these could do to you?” Yara said, hooking a claw into the indentation of my navel, a palpably weird but fucking incredible feeling.
Even if the claws weren’t that dangerous when used correctly, Yara still could act like they were, and I loved it. As she looked me over, the claws combined with the suit was engaging the Catwoman fetish that I feel like every even slightly nerdy sapphic woman harbored.
“You like the tease, don’t you, Emma?” Yara said, the claw circling my navel. She then slowly dragged it down my stomach and toward my pelvis, stroking the metal point right above where my pubic hair started.
“Yes mistress, I love it.” I said. This was too intense for brattiness, and after the intensity of the night already, I was ready to just enjoy the fact that these amazing women were here to give me so much pleasure.
“Wow, Mistress Morrigan…she’s more agreeable than usual.” Yara said, then pursed her lips, looking deep into my eyes. “It seems we’ve tamed her.”
“Well I certainly wouldn’t jump to conclusions, Yara, but…
” I heard Morrigan set the paddle down on the table next to her.
She placed her hand on my ass, which was still feeling sensitive, so the cool touch of her glove was a sensory dream.
“Brats have a tendency to trick you.” Morrigan brushed a few stray hairs away and kissed the back of my neck, humming against me, knowing that spot was so sensitive for me.
“I don’t think dear Emma is tricking us now, though…
are you?” Morrigan gripped my thigh firmly, massaging me, my tense muscles warming and relaxing to her touch.
The contrast between the slow, deliberate kneading Morrigan was doing combined with the direct and pointed stimulus of Yara’s claws made my body sing.
“I’m not tricking you…mistresses…” I said, gasping for air as the pleasure surged through me.
“Do you love your mistresses, Emma?” Yara said, a warm smile on her face. She moved the claws down and carefully, softly, drew them across the incredibly sensitive skin between my thigh and labia.
“I do…I do so much…” I smiled, laughing a bit. The emotions of all of this were just so much, I could feel happy tears welling in the sides of my eyes.
“I think she needs a little more love, doesn’t she, Yara?” Morrigan said, switching to my other thigh, her sure hand gripping tightly, relief following the pressure.
“It’s her birthday after all…” Yara said, her tone light.
“Vi,” Morrigan commanded, “I think your girlfriend needs some attention from your tongue. Would you be so kind to get on your knees in front of her?”
My eyes were closed at this point, the stimulation requiring me to cut off at least one of my senses just to have the capacity for it all, but my mind lit up with happiness as I heard Vi shuffling toward me, her bare feet tapping the floor.
Her boundless excitement and energy was the thing I loved most about her, and any manifestation of it filled me with such warmth.
“Of course, Mistress.” Vi said. A couple of seconds later, I felt the familiar grip of my girlfriend’s hands on the fronts of my thighs, and the sensation of her hair brushing against my skin was almost enough to set me off.
“Now Vi, be patient while we get everything else in place, darling.” Morrigan said.
It was a good thing to warn her about, as I knew Vi would have a nearly impossible time trying to not devour me when she got this close.
“I’m going to hoist dear Emma up a little so that you have a better angle on her.
” Morrigan placed her mouth next to my ear and whispered “how does that sound, birthday girl?”
My body was vibrating at every last bit of sensation. The feeling of Vi’s breath so close to my already begging, needy pussy was a test of my resolve.
“Sounds…ahh…yes…” I said, gulping, my body flexing to keep myself contained, from coming spontaneously.
Morrigan stepped away from me for a moment, and I felt the rope tense around my wrists, lifting me a little. This extra couple inches put Vi in a perfect position to lick me from underneath my body, but she was being good and not doing it…pleasing Morrigan but leaving me wanting.
“Yara, Wendy, I want you two to also be good for me now, since you’re going to have to share.
” Morrigan moved behind me once again, both hands resting at the tops of my thighs, allowing me to rest against her to take the strain off of my shoulders and abdomen.
My primary domme was allowing me to use her as an improvised chair… I have no idea how I got so lucky…
“Yara, please attend to Emma’s left breast. Wendy, I think you can guess that means you’re responsible for the right one.” Morrigan said with a smirk that I could hear. “Remove those clamps, Wendy, they’ve done their job. And Yara, we can find more uses for those claws later.”
Both women said “Yes Mistress” in unison and shifted into action.
With great care, Wendy released the tension in the nipple clamps and pulled them away.
After the pressure was removed, my nipples felt as hard as they could get, aching for attention.
Thankfully, I knew I was about to get that attention.
“Ladies, are we ready to give sweet Emma her big send-off for being such a good girl tonight?” Morrigan said.
“Oh my god, yes…” Vi said from beneath me, a jag of nervous laughter following it. This anticipation was hitting her harder than maybe even it was hitting me.
“Then let’s show her how special she is to us, shall we?” Morrigan pressed the heels of her palms against my lower back, pushing me forward the last couple of inches so that my pussy connected with Vi’s mouth.
As Vi began licking, Wendy and Yara took the cue and each descended on my breast. The ragged ache of being pinched for so long was soothed so quickly as both women closed their mouths around the puckered buds.
It was interesting to feel the difference in technique between the two…
Yara held my breast from below, pushing it into her mouth, getting as much of it in contact with her lips and tongue as she could.
Wendy, on the other hand, didn’t use her hands at all, sucking hard on the nipple and occasionally releasing it, letting it fall back to its neutral position before taking it into her mouth again, her tender lips gripping the skin.
Vi and I had plenty of sex, obviously, so her eating me out wasn’t exactly new territory, but the angle of approach combined with the extra eagerness considering the situation made this feel even more special and mind-blowing than usual.
Sometimes when she went down on me, my pubic hair would tickle her nose, causing her to giggle, and something about this angle seemed to make it happen over and over again, her licking briefly interrupted by small jolts of vibration as she did it.
“How are you, Emma?” Morrigan said, her nose brushing the back of my ear. She was whispering so quietly, the conversation between just me and her.
“So…so good…” I managed, my body rippling with sensation and possibly the most stimulation I’d ever felt at once. “I…love all of you so fucking much…”
“And we love you too, dear…” Morrigan held me from behind, cradling my hips, providing the stability I needed to accept the attention from the three other women.
“So, Emma…your mistress wants you to come, but she doesn’t want you to have just a regular, everyday orgasm…
oh no, no…this is far too special of a moment for that, isn’t it?
” Gone was the hard edged domme that she usually inhabited, replaced instead by a woman so devoted to conducting the orchestra of my pleasure, putting every element into place to make me the center of attention.
“Yes Mistress…yes…” I tensed and released, a bead of sweat hurtling from my neck between the valley of my breasts, the coolness of the trail it left making my body sing more.
“You’re going to want to come, but I want you to hold onto it, Emma. Can you do that for me?” Morrigan said, her chin resting on my shoulder as she kissed the spot just below my ear and behind my jawbone. She knew each and every spot to touch and give attention to.
“Yes Mistress.” I gasped.
“We’re going to let it build up in you. You have four women giving you so much pleasure, and you’re going to hold onto it for as long as you can. You’re very good at controlling this, Emma, and I want you to show me just how well you can do it for me, ok?”
I nodded, a hurried “Yes Mistress” again slipping out of my mouth.
“Take all of that energy, all of that pleasure…and I want you to keep it right here for me…” Morrigan tapped at the top of my pelvis, right above my pubic bone, the sensitive strip of skin where Yara had scraped at and awakened just a few minutes ago.
“And when I tell you that you can let it go, I want you to imagine the weight of all of that you’ve stored up, every last bit of pleasure and all the tension it carried with it, untangling, releasing, blooming.
I want you to feel the warmth of that pleasure descend your body and concentrate in your clit, which sweet, sweet Vi is going to flick her tongue against when I give her the signal… aren’t you, Vi?”