Chapter 23
“So, she’s into it?” Wendy said, lying back on the couch, her black hair splayed out in a thousand directions as she looked over at Vi and me.
“She seems like it…got on her knees and begged, literally.” I nuzzled Vi’s neck, knowing that the three of us were already feeling something now that we were together.
Listen, I didn’t come to Brenda and Wendy’s to solely have sex, but sex happened when we were here. And they were both very giving women, so I’m not really to blame if things were practically Pavlovian at this point.
“We just seem to have that effect on people, I think. Once they see Vi and me together, it’s hard to resist.” I got up from the couch and went over to sit next to Wendy.
“You two are pretty great in that regard.” Wendy smiled.
I sat down, and Wendy raised her head right away to allow me to slide my legs under her head, her bright, cute face staring up at me.
I looked into Wendy’s eyes. “If we’re talking about things that are great…
” my fingers slipped down into Wendy’s cleavage, eliciting an excited gasp from her.
“I think we might have some great things right here in front of us.” I continued my teasing, my fingertips cradling the underside of Wendy’s left breast as much as I could within the firm boundaries the bra established.
“Already?” Vi gave me a soft, warm smile.
“As long as Wendy’s into it. Are you, Wen?”
Wendy nodded, practically melting into me as my fingers came in contact with her nipple. “Absolutely…and, me and Bren are leaving to the east coast for a couple weeks, so, this is the last chance you’ll get for a bit…”
I pulled down the shoulder strap on Wendy’s bra, exposing her left breast and the dark brown nipple. I leaned down and sucked it into my mouth, tasting her body, savoring it. “Oh god, Wendy, have I ever had to keep my hands off of you for two whole weeks?” I said.
“Well there was that time I had pneumonia…” Wendy said.
“Such a sexy…sexy thing to talk about right now, dear.” I laughed a bit and bit Wendy’s nipple. “You fucking brat.”
“Mmm…you know it.” Wendy twisted to the side to allow herself to stretch on the couch, wanting to move things along, and I couldn’t blame her. “I bet you want to suck my big bratty tits right now, Em…”
I raised an eyebrow at Wendy. This was a side of her that didn’t come out too often, but it was always pleasing when it did.
Sometimes, Wendy loved to be tamed, and maybe this was a little bit of revenge for my attitude at my birthday party.
But I was so frazzled from the stress of, well, everything, that something like this was the perfect thing to focus my mind right now, so I welcomed it.
“Vi, darling…” I said, crawling on top of Wendy and putting my hands at her ribs, gently squeezing her, letting her know who was in control.
“I think I’m going to need your help putting Wendy here in her place, because she’s decided to have a real mouth on her today.
” I reached up and grabbed Wendy’s jaw, keeping her attention. “Hasn’t she?”
“Are you going to do something to actually make me shut up, or are you just going to play with me, Em?” Wendy said, sticking her tongue out at me.
“Vi…I need you to get the strap from The Suffering Room. The orange one.” I looked over at Vi, who was already standing at attention.
“Oh my god, Emma, the tentacle one?” Vi bit her lip in anticipation.
“Wendy here doesn’t seem to be craving a humanoid cock today, so, yes, the tentacle one.” I said.
“You are…so cruel, but, your wish is my command.” Vi said, quickly walking toward the stairs, her cute feet padding against the marble floor.
“You’re going to get destroyed, I hope you know that.
” I said, looking down at Wendy, my submissive, the object of my pleasure.
All the stress of my day had already melted, and the domme space of my mind had opened up, giving me clarity and comfort.
None of that other shit mattered right now.
The stress of this new job, dealing with Nina, wondering if she would freak out when she was truly tested, all of that was gone.
Right now, I was focused on giving my friend exactly what she deserved.
“I am so fucking horny, Em…” Wendy said, breaking character and laughing to herself. I allowed myself a chuckle as well, because…same.
I leaned down and kissed Wendy…a calm and sweet one, a kiss between friends who for a moment weren’t acting like overdramatic mortal enemies.
“I cannot even tell you how much I need this.” I gave her a cute peck on her lips before clamping down hard on her nipple with my thumb and finger, bringing pain back into things, showing her we were back in session.
“Here you are, Mistress.” Vi said, standing next to me completely naked, the bright orange strap-on and its harness in her hand.
I looked over at the strap, and scanned Vi’s body. No matter how many times I saw my girlfriend naked, I would never tire of how breathtaking she was. The pale skin, the tattoos, those piercings…sometimes I didn’t know how I got so lucky.
But now wasn’t a time for wistful appreciation of Vi, now was a time of action.
“What?” I said.
“It’s…the strap-on you wanted me to get.”
“Yes, and?” I said, standing up, leaving Wendy lying on the couch.
“Oh, did you think I was going to debase myself by using it on her?” I walked around behind Vi quickly, running my nails along her flat stomach, wondering if she’d ever be bold enough to get her belly button pierced.
“I’m going to leave the fucking up to you, sweetheart.
” I licked Vi’s ear before biting it sharply, feeling her react with a yelp at the sudden pain.
“And you better do it to my standards, or you’re not going to be allowed to have sex for a month.
” I reached around Vi’s midsection and pulled on her nipple piercing.
“And you know I’m being serious about that, don’t you? ”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good girl…” I pulled at her nipple again. “Now fuck this little brat so she knows her place.”
“Oh, god…getting your little girlfriend to do the work for you, Emma…that’s so typical…”
OK, first, ouch…I worked so fucking hard at this stuff that if what Wendy was saying wasn’t such an outright lie, it would have hurt my feelings…but I knew this was part of the game.
I knelt down next to Wendy on the couch, getting our eyes level with each other. She had a smarmy little look on her face that I was oh so happy to fuck out of her…or, I guess, have Vi fuck out of her.
“You keep talking like that and I’m going to make it so talking is impossible, brat.” I said, stroking Wendy’s forehead with sharp swipes, balancing comfort and the threat of a scratch.
“You’re making a lot of threats today, Emma, but not doing much…” Wendy said.
This little brat… I thought to myself, the frustration echoing in my head. Wendy was in an all-time mood today and for some reason wanted to challenge the hell out of me.
“Vi.” I said sternly, still staring daggers at Wendy, willing myself to not blink.
“Wh..what?” Vi said. “Fucking…harness. I can’t…the fucking leg straps…”
“Yellow light, do you need help?” I said.
Vi untangled the harness in her hands and finally stepped into it. “No, I’m good…” she looked to Wendy, “are you…ready for this?” Vi stroked the thick orange dildo that was probably as wide as her wrist.
“Oh, Vi, I can’t even convey how ready I am.” Wendy giggled. “Something in me today needs to get wrecked, and you’re going to do that.” She opened her legs and toyed with herself a little through her pants.
“Ok, are you two ready to stop chit-chatting and get back to it?” I said
“S—sorry, umm…yes” she laughed to herself “…yes Mistress.” Vi said.
I nodded, the order restored. “Thank you for addressing me properly. I need you to fix a problem for me.” I continued staring directly at Wendy, talking to Vi through her, so I had complete certainty that Wendy would hear every single thing I was saying, holding onto it tightly.
“Yes, Mistress, I am here to help.”
“Very good, Vi. Now, I need you to come down here to the couch, and I need you to pull these tight little yoga pants off of Wendy’s legs…and her beautiful, soft ass that might end up black and blue by the time we’re done here.”
“If I’m lucky…” Wendy jabbed back.
“I don’t need your input…” I said, maintaining my direct and sinister tone. Wendy getting excited and more bratty about this rolled off of me like nothing, and I could continue to control the scene.
“Yes, Mistress…” Vi moved down to the couch and Wendy moved to allow Vi to peel the pants off of her. It took a lot of willpower to not take a peek at Wendy’s gorgeous body or her round stomach, but I had to keep my angry domme mode locked in for just a little while longer.
“Very good, Vi. You know how to follow directions, unlike some people in this room.” I said. “Now, Vi, I need you to describe Wendy’s panties for me, in detail.”
“Oh, um…yeah, sure…” Vi said. I was beginning to realize that my girlfriend had not come here today expecting intense BDSM or the mind games that I wanted to play with Wendy, or that she seemed to want herself, but I was hoping that she’d catch up with us because the energy between Wendy and me at this moment was beyond palpable…
I wanted to fuck Wendy to the ends of the earth, and I knew she’d thank me for it.
“Tell me about them, Vi.”
“Yeah…they’re blue boyshorts. They’re not very sexy, Mistress, and if I’m being honest they’re a little disrespectful to even think about wearing around someone with tastes like yours.”
“Mmm, thank you…” I said, my brain lighting up in a thousand ways as Vi got in the groove herself. “It’s a shame Wendy is going to have to learn both a lesson about dressing properly for her mistress and learning to shut the fuck up around her all at once, isn’t it?”
“Yes…yes Mistress.” Vi said.
“Take Wendy’s boring panties off of her, Vi.”
“Yes Mistress.” Vi said.
Wendy lifted her hips again, staring at me with her eyes wide.
This was doing things to her…lots of things, and I could tell.
Her nipples were also pebble-like points and her chest was flushed a dark red to give me a couple more clues at how unbearably hot this was for her. And it was only going to get hotter.
I heard Vi pull them off of Wendy, exposing her, and Wendy kicked her legs playfully as Vi took them off.
“Vi, do not toss those to the side. I know you’re about to do it, so don’t.” I said.
“Yes, Mistress.” I waited a few seconds, wanting to confuse Vi a little as I make her wait for my instructions. “So…boring…god…”
Making Vi vamp and improvise during scenes was something I did for myself and only myself.
She was utterly terrible at it, but it was the funniest and most adorable fucking thing I witnessed on a regular basis.
I’d never tell her about it because she’d probably get self-conscious and stop doing it, so, this enjoyment was a solitary and silent one.
“Just…nothing here…so very boring, Wendy. You are…” Vi searched for a word.
“Vi, hand me the panties.” I said, letting her finally find a foothold in the situation since I’d left her hanging.
With a relieved sigh, Vi put the panties in my outstretched hand. I balled them up, the soft but bulky cotton fabric exactly what I was looking for.
“Open your mouth, brat.” I said.
Wendy’s eyes flitted over to my hand with the balled-up panties gripped in it and I saw a surge of excitement behind them.
“Or what…” Wendy said, winking playfully.
“Damn…you don’t learn…” I said, taking the panties and pushing the edge of them into Wendy’s mouth.
I fed them to her, bit by bit, allowing Wendy time to get adjusted to the presence in her mouth.
I had thought about using a ball gag for this, but there was something about stuffing someone’s own panties into their mouth that felt so debased and exhilarating.
And by the way Wendy reacted to it, I knew it was the right call.
“Mmfff…” Wendy said, her mouth occupied. Her nose flared as she breathed in and out deeply in anticipation.
“There, things are already more quiet…and you’re going to learn to shut up next time when you’re told to, aren’t you?” I stroked Wendy’s forehead.
“Hmmpfff.” Wendy let out what I could identify as a scoff even though she had a mouthful of fabric. Of course she’d never learn from this, what would be the fun in that?
I stood up from the couch and looked over at Vi, who seemed to be hypnotized by the little show we had given her. She was standing there, eyes wide, with a knobby eight-inch orange tentacle dildo jutting out from her hips. What a hell of a sight.
“Vi?” I said.
My girlfriend shook her head and blinked a couple times, coming back down to earth. “Yes…Mistress, yes.” She stammered.
“Do I need to give you hand-written instructions, or do you think you can manage to figure out how to get that big alien cock into Wendy so she can learn her lesson?” I said. I pulled off my shirt and shimmied my pants down my hips, preparing myself for the fun.
“I think I can figure it out.” Vi said with a smirk. She walked a couple steps and joined Wendy on the couch as I stood over them.