Chapter two

Chapter one is on my profile u/tea_at_midnight. Also, I've only published half of Chapter two here because Reddit's 40,000 character limit make the full chapter too long. If you like the story, let me know and I'll publish the next half-chapter.

“The way her body existed only where [she] touched her. The rest of her was smoke.” Arundhati Roy

My name comes from a very old Arab story, Layla and Majnun. In the story, villagers give Majnun that nickname because he goes mad with love for Layla. But when I stood at the doorstep of my lover-to-be’s  that Friday afternoon, I thought I might be the one to go mad. 

We had been flirting so much, and there was a positive feedback loop of sexuality between us. It was thrilling for us both: the more she denied me, the more desperate I felt, the more control she had over the situation, the more I desperately wanted her, and so on. I nervously buzzed her with all my neediness welling up in my stomach and other wetter parts, and she let me in. She was standing in her doorway, and pulled me into her arms immediately. She ran a finger along my lower lip. “Are you ready?”

Ready? I was ready a week ago. “Yes, Mistress Sarah.” 

With one arm, she pulled me against her, and with the other hand, brushed back my wavy hair. “Pretty Layla,” she murmured. Then she kissed me. Our first kiss, with that magical combination of excitement, lust, and nervousness. And this one was all fire and rapture. Her lips were so soft, and her touch so insistent and demanding. I arched up towards her, craving her more. When she pulled away, I looked up at her, feeling woozy and drunk with affection and lust. 

She led me into her bedroom, and pushed me down on her bed. She climbed on top of me, kissing me more. I kissed her back and my hips rose under her, meeting her hips thrusting down toward mine. “Please, please -” I pleaded, aroused and needing so much more. 

She reached down, between my clothed legs, and rubbed me as I sought friction against my desperate, wet pussy. “Are you a needy little brat, Layla?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I begged her for more. 

“What are you, little Layla?”

“I’m your needy little brat.” I pleaded. 

“Good girl.” She whispered those magic words in my ear. I wanted to grin, happy that she was pleased. If I could purr in satisfaction, I would have. 

“Now, I want you to take off your clothes - all of them. And then I want you to kneel by the bed, facing me, with your arms clasped behind you like you’re praying. But you know, a sinful, blasphemous prayer.” 

That made me grin. “It’s not sinful, if that’s what I have to do to please you, Mistress.” 

She was laughing, shaking her head at me. “Incorrigible little brat. I’ll have to fix that. Now take your clothes off.”

This is so comfortable. It felt…not the hyper-amplification that comes with fear and vulnerability, but just an ease and safety in giving myself to her. I took off my sweater, then my pants, and my socks…then I reached around to take off the pretty lace bra I wore, then I hooked my thumbs into the matching panties, and slowly pulled them down. I looked down at my neatly trimmed little pussy. Then I knelt before her, with my arms behind my back. I shivered, and felt awe-struck that my lovely Mistress would allow me to kneel before her. 

“I have little gifts for you.” She pulled them out of a drawer. There were two collars, one red, and one black, a few lengths of silky rope, and different, new sex toys. “We’ll start with the rope.” I nodded. She went behind me, binding my arms into the position.  I’d done a little shibari before, but it didn’t feel this way. I had this overwhelmingly lovely feeling of being lovingly held, restrained, and controlled. It was making me feel so happy, a sort of spacey happy that made me feel light and airy. How could I feel this way but still be so horny? I felt so calm, but also, I was dripping wet for her, I could feel it running down my thighs. Then she finished with my arms, and came back around to face me. I laughed, and it came out a little breathlessly giddy and husky-low with arousal. 

“That was a very sexy sound. You’re a beautiful girl.” I whimpered and felt another flush of wetness soaked my already-drenched pussy. She was looking at me as if she really meant it, like she could look forever, as if I were the most fascinating thing she’d seen. It was…I felt so seen, so free in being helplessly bound by her. I was floating on a cloud. 

“Thank you, Mistress. Your face is so elegant and beautiful.” It was a struggle to get those words out, high as I was on that spacey mindfuck. 

“Seductive little brat.” She playfully slapped my cheeks while smiling at me. I thrust out my chest in response, aching for her to touch my nipples. “Flattery and beautiful tits will get you nowhere. They won’t convince me to touch your dripping wet pussy. I can smell you, filthy girl.” God, I loved the way she called me girl. It made me feel so little and vulnerable, so powerless before her. 

She then put some rope against my neck. “I’m going to do a corset made of rope around your neck.” I nodded. She went to work again, calmly binding my neck without tightening. A beautiful, sexy decoration for my neck. And that feeling of being held by it, put me further into that lovely floating headspace. I giggled again, soft, low, and sort of giddy. 

“How are you feeling, little minx? You seem very…blissed out.” 

“Yes, Mistress.” I felt breathless, and talking would take too much effort. 

“I’m going to squeeze your hand. If you’re in a state to give me consent and you’re fully comfortable with what we’re doing, I want you to squeeze back.” And she did, I squeezed back and I laughed again, trusting her so much already. 

She stood me up, carefully, because with my arms tied up behind me, it was near-impossible to move. She held up a mirror to her full-length mirror, so I could see my arms in those patterns of rope, and then I looked at the beautiful patterns on my neck. It really was so pretty…and she really was so good at it.

“Watch your face.” I looked up. She took my right nipple in her mouth. She was sucking it, nibbling just ever so lightly, and her hand was toying with my left nipple. I could see the pleasure on my face, my mouth open, and I was breathing too hard, and she switched nipples, and nibbled a little harder, twisted a little. 

“It’s hard to stay standing…” 

She laughed. Then she stood behind me and I leaned against her, her lovely face above mine. Her hand slid across my drenched slit. “So wet and silky.” She opened me with her hand, and I saw the blissed look on my face turn to wonder, in the way my mouth was open and my eyes wide. I’d never known that was how I looked when I was in the throes of sexual pleasure…

“You’re so soft…” I murmured. I could see the arousal on her face too, in her unfocused eyes and slack jaw. 

She was pulling back the hood of my clit, rubbing it, working me so that I went higher and higher and I was moaning with my eyes closed, then squealing, and I was thrusting my hips, grinding my needy, aching clit against her fingers as she worked me. 

“I’m about to find out if you’re a screamer, seductive little brat.” 

She shifted, thrusting fingers deep into me as wave after wave of wildly intense pleasure rippled through my entire body. I let go, eyes squeezed shut, the scream racking my body. I leaned her again, shivering and shuddering, still helplessly bound, and overwhelmed by that orgasm. 

“Your pussy feels as good as it looks,” she purred, her face against mine. “Especially when it’s squeezing my fingers the way it did while you screamed.” 

“I - I don’t normally.” I said, still breathless. “That felt so so good.” 

“Yeah?” She put her messy fingers into my mouth. I sucked, eyes closed, moaned as I used my tongue. She twisted her hand in my hair, pulling it back as she ran her fingers across the intricate rope. 

She guided me slowly back to her bedroom, and maneuvered me into a kneeling position. Then she grabbed a wand toy, and some more rope, and made a sort of very sexy rope harness to hold the wand. And switched it on low. Oh no. I can’t…it felt good, but not good enough to orgasm. Just good to keep me in a state of arousal and frustration. 

Then she stepped back and grinned at me. She was watching my face. I’m sure she read the frustration at the lack of more orgasms, and the deepening arousal at the way she controlled me. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, I mean, no, I mean, I don’t know.” Normally, that was the sort of thing that would rile up my anxiety. But she didn’t judge me for my confusion as I learned how to answer to please her. 

She pulled her shirt over her head. “It’s so much fun to watch you react. How ‘bout now?” Then she unbuttoned and pulled over her pants and socks, so she was just clad in her silk bra and panties. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” 

Unequivocally so. “Yes.” 

She laughed. “So I tame my little brat by getting naked?”

I whimpered in frustration. “Apparently.” 

Gently, she pulled down one bra strap, then the other. Then her lovely chest, breasts smaller than mine, nipples small and hard. Her shoulders were wider than mine, firm and straight. I whimpered, arching, trying desperately to increase the gentle pressure of the wand against me. 

She lifted her head in a way that looked triumphant. She pinched gently and twisted her nipples while keeping her eyes locked with mine. Making me wish her fingers were mine. Then she delicately stepped out of her panties. She was almost bare, with just a small trail of fuzz at her mound. She sat on the ground and opened her legs so I could see. She was glistening with wetness. Her scent filled the air, so sweet and musky, and I longed to know if she tasted that way too. She ran her finger down, and I wished it was my finger and my tongue pleasuring her. I twisted and moaned, so turned on that the pit of my stomach ached with it. 

I whined, moaning, feeling the buzzing between my legs, smelling her in the air, and feeling like I’d burst with longing. I could have screamed, but I gathered that wouldn’t get me what I wanted. 

Then she walked up to me, and held her finger to my mouth while she untied the wand. She tasted so good. Then she pinched and twisted my nipples, until I shrieked in some exquisite combination of pleasure and pain. 

“Your little pussy is so messy.” She was undoing the rope, and the process of untying me was excruciatingly long. Her soft skin would sometimes brush mine, and it was so feathery and gentle. It was enough to drive me mad. 

When she finished, she pushed me onto her bed. She tugged the rope around my neck, pulling me in closer. She was kissing me again, her lips and touch were so soft and cool. Her skin against mine was so silk-like, it was all so soft, pillowy, and gentle. Her urgency, the smell of her horny pussy…oh my god. I reached up, gently taking her nipple into my fingers, and flicking it. Then I moved my mouth to the other one. They were so soft. It was like floating in the clouds. Suckling her breasts was like eating whipped cream, as if they were too delicate and ephemeral to possibly last. 

She moved up, knees on either side of my head. And I reached up, pushing her legs open wider as she sat on my face and rode me. Her hips thrust and she cried out, again and again, and I licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her. Her juices flowed in my mouth, and her taste was as sweet as nectar, faintly redolent of some delicious unknowable spice…hers was the best pussy I’d ever tasted. Or at least I thought, but that could have all the love that was building in me talking. I let her arousal drip down all over my face, covering me in her scent as I suckled her clit and pushed my finger into that sweet hole. Pussies are too beautiful…the delicious warm juices making everything as smooth and rich as silk, and the dark shadowy folds hiding pleasure to be given and discovered. Like a multi-petal flower made of flesh. I pulled my tongue away, moving both of my hands to open her wide before licking up and down her dripping slit. 

“Oh my god…” She was shaking, and she dropped to her knees so that she was sitting on my face. She thrust her pussy against my mouth, so I sucked and tongued her clit while working her with my fingers. “Make me cum in your mouth.” So I nipped gently at her clit, and her cries became higher and higher pitched. I thrust two fingers as deep as I could, finding that deliciously ridged spot as she went stiff and I felt her pussy clench my fingers over and over as her juices flooded my mouth. I kept licking, trying to get all of that messy deliciousness in my mouth. My face was slick and covered in her cum. 

She laughed, low, breathy, and sexy as fuck as she dropped down on top of me and held me. As she rolled away, she pushed my legs open. Her fingers went down between the rounded halves of my ass, finding the tight hole there. 

I went still, clenched, and my body tense with anticipation. The instinctive part of me wanted to be protective of that sensitive unlubricated hole, and I recoiled and went stiff in shame and how unnatural it would be to have something go into that hole. That made me want it even more. That touch made me feel so good that I could myself get even more soaked. 

“If you want me to keep touching you here, you should beg me for it. Tell me what you want, and why.”

She gently pinched my clit. “Oh please Mistress. Please - please -” Now the humiliation crept through me, and I dropped my voice to a whisper. “ - please touch my ass. It felt so good when you did that…”

“I can’t hear you, Layla.” 

“Please, Mistress, please touch my asshole. It - it felt so good. Please do more, because it would feel amazing. Please Mistress, please make me your dirty girl.”

“Good girl. I don’t have to make you my dirty girl. You are a very filthy girl who needs to be taught and controlled, aren’t you?” She stroked two fingers up my drenched slit. 

“Y-yes Mistress.” 

“I’m going to make you even more filthy. I’ll plug your tight little asshole while I lick your slutty pussy. If you’re a good girl, I’ll take it out before dinner. Now, on your stomach, arch your back and show off those slutty, needy holes.” 

Dinner. I wondered if I could eat her pussy instead of food. My mistress probably wouldn’t allow that. And you know, she might want food herself. 

I rolled over, more relaxed and less anxious than I usually was. I was so high on endorphins, trusting her and loving her taking control from me. I’d almost forgotten about thinking and overthinking. 

I looked up at her, stuck my tongue out at her, and slowly rolled over, with my ass up and slowly letting it sink into the slight arch she wanted. 

“Naughty little girl,” she said, slapping my ass hard enough to make me cry out. Then again, right side, then my left. The mood shifted as her fierce control overtook my slight playful brattiness. She grabbed a fistful of my wild hair, which made me go still. “Don’t move, or your Mistress will be very upset with you.” She walked away for a few moments.

She thrust a hand between my parted legs. “You’re soaked, little minx.” She dripped very cold lube down into my ass. I shivered. 

One hand steadied my ass, and I felt the cold tip of the plug. How was it so cold? And it was heavy, and then it stretched me painfully. “It hurts, Mistress.” I cried. She fucked in and out a little with more lube. 

“Shh, little brat. You can take it.” 

“Yes, Mistress. Please - ” She kept going, slowly pushing in and just when it felt like too much, just as I was about to scream, she settled it. I felt almost heavy with wet arousal when it was finally in.

She rolled me over, and opened my legs. She went down, between my legs, and smelled me deeply. “What a sweet little pussy,” she said, slapping it so hard that I yipped. “Mmm, that was a sexy little sound.” She smacked me hard, again, so that I yelped and my hips rose under her. “You’re so wet, horny little slut.” Then her tongue flicked the hood of my clit to lick it. Short quick little licks, before she changed to long, lazy licks from my hole to my clit. 

“Oh, that feels so good…” I squealed as she flattened her tongue and lapped the length of me. Then she pulled my clit into her mouth and sucked it hard. She licked again, then sucked, nipping at my clit so that I squealed because it made me want to melt in her mouth. Then she abruptly thrust two fingers into my pussy, hard, so that I screamed and almost orgasmed from her brutal penetration. 

“Look at you, both of your holes are filled like a good slut. Are you going to cum?” Her tone was amused. 

She kept touching me, finding a spot that made me cry out again, as she wrapped her lips around my clit and pulled it into her mouth to flick her tongue across it…and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I squealed, out of my mind with pleasure as my entire body shuddered and my legs locked around her head and I could hear her conquesting low laugh. I swear I saw stars behind my squeezed-shut eyes. “There you go, little girl, and let’s see if I make you do that again…” She pulled and pushed the plug with one hand while tongue-fucking my hole again, and she pinched down on my clit with an exquisite amount of pressure, and I screamed again, buckled under her, my body convulsing in pleasure. 

“No, oh my god, that’s too…it’s too good, I can’t…” I was breathless, riding those intense waves. I laid there, little aftershocks pulsing through me and making me too weak to move. She came up, holding me as I shivered and came back down. “I haven’t - that was - I’ve never come so hard with anyone. I -” I was too spaced-out and riding too high to talk. 

She stroked my hair. “Everything’s okay. Take as much time as you need.” She kissed me, very gentle and tender. 

“That was the best ever.” I stretched out, arms over my head. “May I please hug you, Mistress?” 

“Such a polite girl, when you’re not being bratty.” She wrapped her arms around me, and I hugged her back. 

“You’re so soft. It’s so nice.” I pushed against her, enjoying the feeling of her bare skin against mine. 

“You are such a flatterer.” She was laughing. 

“D-do you normally laugh so much?”

She pulled back, looked into my face. “No,” she laughed again. “No, silly girl. Not nearly. Are you fishing for compliments? You make me happy, and I love being with you. You’re smart, of course, but you’re also fun when you open up. Your little comebacks and witticisms keep me on my toes. I like that you give me just a little attitude. And of course, you’re a very pretty girl, and a very kind one. And seemingly a very horny one.” 

I ducked my head against her chest. So pillowy and lush. I sighed, breathing her in. “I have a high libido. And you’re beautiful, sexy, and smart, Mistress. And caring and thoughtful, which might be the most important qualities.” I cupped her tits, brought her right nipple into my mouth to suck on it, while I gently pulled and pinched her left. 

“Owww,” I cried out as I felt her grab my hair and pull me back up. 

“Naughty girl. You have to wait ‘til your Mistress tells you to suck her nipples.” She took both of my tits in her hands, and jiggled them. 

She kept talking while her fingers teased my nipples. “After dinner, maybe I’ll tie you to a chair. I’ll open your legs wide. If your pussy isn’t on display the way I want it to be, I might even get a spreader bar to help. I’ll bind your arms behind you. Then, I’ll put a blindfold over your beautiful green eyes. I’ll open you up more with a couple of clamps. And more clamps on these pretty tits. I can add a few weights on those clamps, so they’ll pull your sexy nipples. Then I can put a big vibrator inside that tight little pussy. It might take a little while, but I’ll get it to fit. Don’t worry, I won’t put a gag in, because I want to hear you scream when you soak that chair with cum. I’ll make you have orgasm after orgasm until you beg me to stop. When you acclimate to the vibrator, I’ll come over, take the blindfold off, and nibble on your little clit until you scream again.” 

“Oh that would be - ” My pussy was soaked again. 

“Would be what, little minx?”

“Mistress, if it would please you. I’m sorry I was a naughty girl and touched your nipples earlier.” 

“No you’re not. On your stomach.” I laughed. 

When I rolled over, she slowly pulled out the plug. “Owww.” The lube had sort of dried a bit. She cleaned it, then returned to the bed to show it to me. “It’s so pretty.” It was, too. It was dark blue with a space theme.

“I thought it would suit you. I’m glad you like it. And now dinner. Chinese in Chinatown or Italian in North Beach? Actually, let’s do North Beach. Chinese is probably better in your neighborhood.” It was so easy and calming when she just decided for us that way. 

I forget what we talked about as we walked and ate, but I doubt it’s important. What mattered about that time was the way we felt being out after consummating our relationship. Out in more than one sense, because as women who were visibly together, we were relatively free of disapproval or harassment here. We were walking to dinner, and it was lovely to be out with a person I was falling in love with in the middle of a city that I loved. 

This part of San Francisco is so - classic, gorgeous old San Francisco. There’s something so romantic about North Beach and Chinatown. In Chinatown, all those hanging lanterns crossing over the streets and the pretty old Chinese-style buildings. It feels like a real city, the ideal of a city, cultures colliding, people rushing about, random little alleyways, and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. And then North Beach, with the fairy lights crisscrossing the smaller streets added to it, as did the old-fashioned restaurants with all that red, green, and awnings everywhere. Everything was steeped in romance. The fog cast everything in a romantic light, the bright city lights tempered by the gray gloom. Rarely, even and especially in summer, did we have clear nights, or afternoons without fog. Something about that heavy cover made me feel like we were in our own world even as we were surrounded by people. It made me less self-conscious about walking close to her. The perfect backdrop for our memories of falling in love. 

Then dinner and the walk back to her home. The restaurant itself: white tablecloths, dark walls, and low lighting. I ordered risotto, she ordered pasta, and I’m left with vague, lovely impressions of eye contact, laughter, and that we had forgotten we were in a restaurant full of people. I vividly remember that when we walked back, she took my hand, and held it inside her coat pocket. Warm, pleasant shock went through my body. 

“Thank you…Mistress.” I looked at her, mischievous and trying not to laugh. 

“Incorrigible brat.” She squeezed my hand tighter. 

When we got back to her place, she immediately started stripping me. “That was fast,” I purred. 

“That’s the point. I’m going to keep you naked and wet all night.” She grabbed my clothes, and put them all on a high closet shelf. 

“Here. Sit down.” She pulled forward what I thought was an accent chair. I sat down. “Open your legs.” I spread them as wide as the legs of the chair. “Awww, you’re so excited, little brat. You’re already soaked. And the lips of your little pussy are puffy. ” I mutely looked up at her. “Wider.” I put my hands down on either side of me, leaned back, threw my head back, and opened my legs. 

“That’s so fucking sexy. Look at you, slutty and dripping wet for me.” 

She brought out a spreader bar, and cuffed my ankles into it. Black leather cuffs with brass hardware that fit remarkably well. Around my wrists were matching black cuffs. She held out a small bit of leather that locked my arms behind my back. 

“Mistress -” 

“Shhh. You wanted me to take your submission. Silence. All I want to hear from you is your screams when I make you orgasm.” 

I shuddered, hard, wondering if I’d gotten in too deep. Then I felt something thick and soft over my eyes, and everything went black. My heart pounded in response. It felt like it would fly out of my chest. Her hand went over my heart. 

Scared? No, I was thrilled. 

Her lips against mine were so soft. Then, I felt something, cold, metal. I knew she wasn’t into heavy pain, but this was the worst pain I’d ever experienced on my breast. That metal clamped my right nipple. I shrieked and nausea rose in the back of my throat. Then, I choked and sputtered and nearly cried. Then head back up. And again, this time on my left nipple. I screeched while she stroked my hair. 

“Take a deep breath. That’s it. Remember, this is what you asked your Mistress for.” I lifted my head again, and nodded. Her hand slipped behind me, into mine, and I squeezed it back. Then tiny little clinking sounds, and those hellish clamps pulled down, making it harder for me to adjust to the pain. 

“You’re so wet.” Her hand was between my legs, and she teasingly touched me. I slowly became aware of that spacey giddy feeling coming over me again. She held her wet fingers to my lips. I wrapped my lips around them, and pulled them into my mouth. She slid them down, and I ran my tongue up and down the length of them as they filled my mouth. Then I sucked hard, and heard her breathing a little harder. 

She stepped back. Soft sounds of fabric. My nipples ached, and I couldn’t move. But I laughed when I felt her silky legs against me, smelled the addictive scent of her skin and, even better, her aroused pussy. She held fabric against my lips. I licked the crotch of the panties she had been wearing. I whined softly as she pulled them away.

I could have gone mad with longing, high as I was on subspace and the lust-fueled obsession of early love. I wanted to please her more than I wanted my orgasms. My body was a thing I knew. Hers was new and novel. I wanted to smell her, to fill her holes and crevices, to be both inside and next to her. I could have happily drowned in her, until I knew her body at least as well as I knew my own. To this day, it’s true that the more I learn about her, the more I realize I still have to learn. I now know her better than anyone, but she’s also an eternal, shifting mystery too. 

She came back quickly, and removed my blindfold. I blinked at the brightness of the light and the loveliness of her face. “I wanted you to see this,” she purred. It was an enormous, thick blue dildo, themed to sort of match the plug she’d used earlier. It had to be 8 or 9 inches, and thick. How could I possibly take something so thick? I looked up, pleading with my eyes, trembling so that my clamped nipples ached. She said -

“You’ve been very well-behaved for such a minx. What are you thinking about?” 

“It’s so big, Mistress.” 

“Not too big for your slutty little pussy, which will look even prettier when it’s stretched around this.” With that, she rubbed the tip of it against my clit until I moaned. “And remember, little girl, I’m your Mistress. I tell you what your pussy can take. Look at all this cum you’ve already poured.” When I looked down at my helplessly spread pussy, I saw how wet I’d made the seat under me.  

She gently shifted motions, so that the tip of that monster was at the entrance of my hole. With her other hand, she spread me open and her thumb was on my clit. Then I screeched when she plunged that thing into me, abruptly filling me and forcing as much of that huge length into my tight little pussy. “Good girl”, she said, kissing me as she worked it deeper and deeper into me. I was drenched, dripping onto the chair, and the musky smell of it all around us. I moaned, lifting a little in my restraints. “You’re taking it just fine.” If you could call inch by inch fine, sure. I felt stretched and filled beyond anything I’d felt before. I ached when she hit my cervix with it. It made me feel so full, so much like such a wanton slut. 

I arched my back as her deft fingers worked my clit, and my moans turned into frantic little cries. “That’s it, show me how much you loved being stretched. Show me how much of a depraved whore you are for me.” My cries turned into urgent little shrieks, and she silenced me with another kiss. The burst of pleasurable release built up in me. Finally, when she pushed that enormous thing into me to the hilt, I cried out as my muscles fluttered and tightened while I climaxed. 

Before I could come down off that high, she pulled the toy out of me, pushed her fingers in and sucked hard on my clit. Her tongue lapped at my cum before she went back to sucking…and dear god, I couldn’t help it, but in a few moments, I was screaming again in ecstasy as I came in her mouth and on her hand. 

“That’s a good little slut. I’m going to wear you out.” Then she pushed a very small g-spot vibrator into me, and it pulsed while she rubbed my clit and kissed me. Her fingers made tiny circles around my clit before she gently pinched, with that slight amount of pain and the even greater pain in my nipples making me ache and heightened the pleasure on my g-spot and clit…and before I could even catch my breath I squealed and shook again. It was so wonderful that it was almost painful. 

“I can’t - I need to catch my breath -” I gasped as she kissed me while her fingers explored my stretched-out, sore pussy. 

“Oh, but didn’t you want this?” Her voice was low and pleased. I did. I mean, I had practically begged for it. 

“Yes, oh my god, yes!” I screamed as she licked my clit while filling me with her fingers. With her hand, she pulled down on the clamps that were still tight on my nipples and I could feel her teeth lightly nipping my clit while I screamed in some rapturous combination of pain and delight and flooded her mouth with more cum. Then I shrieked when she removed the clamps and the blood came back into my nipples. 

“It’s okay, shh, it’ll feel better in a few moments.” I gasped and shook in the restraints and in her arms. She released my wrists first, leaving the cuffs. Then she removed my ankle cuffs from the spreader bar. I leaned on her, shaking and wobbling, as she laid me down in her bed.

I felt weak with happiness, satisfied, and that floaty feeling that’s called subspace. I felt as light as air. 

I opened my eyes, and she was there with a glass of water. She put her arm around my back and held the glass to my lips as I sat up. 

“I love you, Mistress. Sarah. I - that was amazing. I didn’t even know I could cum like that.” I laid back down, still so high and happy that I’d forgotten to be anxious or to worry. 

“I’m falling in love with you, Layla. I - are you sure it’s not just the hormones talking? And infatuation?”

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s sort of like, I know how I feel. I know love doesn’t necessarily mean forever.” I stretched my stiff limbs and threw my arms about her. I couldn’t get over how silky and soft her skin felt. “How did you make me orgasm like that?”

“Mmm, instead of letting you come back down after your orgasm, I built off of each one. One orgasm primed you for the next, so to speak.” Then she squeezed me tighter. Like being held by a cloud. “Oh, Layla, life seems like what it should be like when we’re together.” 

I laughed.  “I thought I was the anxious one.” 

“You’re not scared of reality. You overthink and you’re anxious about whatever it is you’re thinking about, but when it comes down to it, you aren’t afraid. Not afraid of love, not afraid to live in what you perceive to be the truth. You’re brave. And, you seem fully alive. As if everyone else is a little bit gray and you’re in full color.” 

Mistress had a wall of books in her living room, a stack near the bed, and a way with words. “You’re very thoughtful and observant. But I really want to eat you out so bad I can’t think straight.” 

She laughed. “Go clean the toys, bring us more water, and then you can lie on your back so I can use your mouth.” 

I sat up, bowed my head, and opened my legs for her. “Yes, Mistress.” 

“Oh, that’s good. You’re such a good sub, aren’t you? Is your little cunt sore?” She thrust two fingers inside of me, and held them there while I arched for some friction and movement, and ached with need. “Yes, Mistress.” I nearly choked over the words. 

“Oh. Imagine how it will feel when I stuff it again tomorrow. Poor thing.”

Subspace glazed my eyes and brain again. “If it pleases my Mistress.” 

She slowly fucked me with her fingers, adding a third so that I felt stuffed. “Is this little slut going to cum again?” 

“Yes Mistress -”

“Show me what a whore you are, adorable needy brat. Show me how easy you are, show me how much your little pussy can take -” 

Her fingers reached inside me, finding some spot that felt exquisite, rubbing my soreness with just the right amount of pressure, and I whined and moaned as she made me feel better and better. Being able to orgasm so easily with her made me feel like she controlled me more than anyone else could, and that made me feel like a dirty, desperate slut…like a eager little whore that would beg to lick and taste her…and I was so slutty I’d just give in to her while she was controlled and could withhold…and those thoughts made me tighten and ache. I was squeezing her fingers again, the pleasure making me writhe as she held me and rubbed my back.

“You are such a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress. I’m a horny little slut. Please Mistress, may I lick your beautiful pussy?” I was still dripping wet for her.  

“Alright, little brat. Go.” She was slowly, lasciviously licking my cum off her fingers. She looked so incredibly sexy that I tiptoed slowly, sneakingly watching her, my brain still fuzzy and slow. 

“I know you’re doing. I’d like you to hurry back.” I scampered away, feeling like a kid who got caught and out-tricked. Then back, with clean toys and a glass of water. 

“On your back, with the small vibrator next to you. Open your legs. Awww, I can see how excited you are. Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes Mistress. I-I’ll try.” 

She moved over me, straddling my face. Could there be anything more submissive than laying on your back while someone straddles your face? Not for me. I was surrounded by her, her thighs, her scent all around me, and her taste when I licked her wetness from her labia. Then I opened her delicate petal-like folds, find her wet center. Like a bee sucking nectar from a flower. 

I curled my hands around her thighs, brought her lower so I could get the wetness from her silky thighs onto my face. I rubbed her all over my face then sucked her little pink pearl of a clit. She moaned as I sucked and pushed a finger into her, wanting to be inside of her and explore deeper. I kept licking, sucking, and touching until her body went still and her moans grew louder. I sucked and licked her clit harder and rubbed her and felt her knees wobble before she was sitting on me. She moved her hips as I tongued and fingered her, and my soft moans mingled with her urgent little cries. I knew she was close, and I could feel her orgasm building. She was nearly humping my mouth and I wanted to be part of her orgasm, so I pushed my fingers deep inside of her and I felt her quiver and her soaking, dripping pussy tightened on my fingers. 

Her orgasm was the sort of orgasm only hope and dream you can give someone. She groaned and collapsed on top of me, so that I cradled her ass as she shook and cried, her entire body shivering and convulsing for what felt like minutes as she coated my face with her delicious cum. I licked her while I felt her shaking calm, feeling little after-spasms on the fingers I kept inside of her. 

She stayed on top of me, so I replaced my fingers with her g-spot vibrator, pushing through the tightness of her beautiful pussy, and rubbed her clit with my thumb. That little beautiful fragile button of flesh and nerves, powerful enough to make her shake on top of me. Then, I tried different settings on the vibrator until I found one that made her moans turn into high-pitched little cries, while I lapped her clit. And I kept working her until I felt her body clench and tighten before she cried out and shook with release. 

She collapsed down next to me, and pulled the vibrator out of herself. Then, she pushed my bottom lip with her thumb, and put the wet vibrator in my mouth. I turned to face her as I sucked her cum off of it. She kissed me, gently at first, then with more passion. I gasped, wondering how any two people could have had the number of orgasms and the amount of sex we just had. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Thirsty. But I like having the taste of you in my mouth. Though I have you all over the lower half of my face anyway” I grinned at her. 

She took me into the kitchen for more water. I admired her as she leaned back on the counter. She had that quality that women of an earlier generation had, the ones that dressed in those wide-leg trousers and looked smart, elegant, and confident in them. Like Katharine Hepburn or Susan Sontag, someone like that. Not girlish, because she was too strong and spirited for that. That lack of girlish gave her this quality of being almost androgynous, but she also looked like a woman. She seemed ageless, someone mature but also youthful because she had so much energy. 

“You look lost in thought, little girl.” Her voice was gentle. 

“I was thinking about how beautiful you are, and how much I like you. I like how you’re always thinking and talking and doing stuff. Like an active mind?”

“Such a flatterer.” She pulled my hips towards her, I leaned in so she could kiss me again, our hips grinding against each other. 

“You keep turning me on.” 

“Do I? Let’s check.” Her hand was between my legs. “You’re still soaked.” 

I still wanted her, even after all the earlier sex. “Please Mistress, may I please your pussy with my mouth?” 

“You may. Touch yourself while you do.”

So I knelt down on the floor, between her parted legs, and literally went down on her again. Her hands gripped the counter. I had one hand between my legs also, rubbing my clit while I used my lips and mouth on her until she finally exploded in my mouth, filling it with her sweet cum. I wondered if I’d ever get enough of her to feel satisfied. 

“Did you cum, Layla?” She was still breathless. 

“No, Mistress. You’ve worn me out.” 

She delicately pinched my nipples, ran her hands down my stomach, gently kneaded my ass before stroking my inner thighs. She pulled my hair back, so she could kiss me again. “The skin of your inner thighs and on your nipples is so silky. Pretty girl.” She was fondling my nipples while holding me from behind. “Do you need more water, or a snack?” 

“You? You look like a snack.” 

“Mm, I look like a whole damn meal, girl. But I meant food.” She was laughing again, nuzzling my neck and pinching my nipples so that I rose on my tiptoes against her. “I love the way your ass feels when you push it against me like that. I can’t get enough of you.” This was her version of cuddling and affection. 

I know I shouldn’t have presumed anything, but something about the way she held me and cared for me made me feel like she already loved me. Even if she didn’t yet, something about our connection made me less anxious than I normally was.