Lesbian One Shots - Story 2 (Domme)
Malia loved to play with subs, to push them to their absolute end and watch their bodies attempt to deal with the shock. She loved to tie every limb down and watch them convulse, their bodies straining against the rope desperately, she loved to gag them and listen to the muffled sounds that simply couldn’t be held back when they were so far gone, but she didn’t blindfold her subs, the eyes were one of her favourite areas to observe when going into orgasm, streaming with tears, rolling around, crossing or simply squeezing shut tightly. She loved all of it. She always brought subs to their limit, it was only when they were cumming on command and not of their own volition that she felt she got the best reactions out of them, and the reaction was all she cared about. Her subs were always fully used when she was done with them, she never relented. Harder. Deeper. More. Taking every last moan she could drag from them.
This time it was a tiny woman, small waisted and thin-limbed with long black hair and beautiful brown eyes with an infectious sparkle to them. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the table, an intricate chest piece tied round her cute barely-blossomed breasts pinned her down tightly, no room for escape. She was watching her carefully, she recognised that look from her own experience as a sub (oh, to be young and submissive again) that apprehensive feeling at the beginning of a scene, not knowing what to expect, your limbs clenching in anticipation of your dominants movements.
Malia stretched her fingers out and grazed them over the soft skin of her inner thighs, she could feel the shivers of excitement running through the muscle and she felt a pull in her gut, she wanted to bite down on her, squeeze the flesh of her thigh between her teeth. But not yet, first she needed to rile her up, get her hot and wet. She allowed her fingers to drag up to the meeting of her thighs, tracing lightly over the small patch of hair, pausing at the centre of her mound to give the hair a sharp tug. The woman gasped, the sound softening into a quiet moan when Malia released her grip, and let her eyelids drop halfway to gaze at the ceiling with a lust-filled expression.
“Spread your thighs.” She ordered, giving her knees a gentle push outwards with her free hand. The woman obliged, pulling them as far open as the ankle restraints would allow. Malia pulled a small tin from her pocket and popped the lid, the scent of menthol filled her nose. She swiped her finger through the balm and leant over the woman’s body to slide said finger between her lips, taking extra time to slowly rub the tip into her clit until all of the balm had transferred onto the submissive’s body although the end of her finger still tingled from the contact. The woman wriggled her legs a little, rubbing the ointment experimentally between her lips. Malia put the pot back in her pocket. The hand resting on the woman’s pubic hair crept down and parted either side of her clit as she brought her other hand up and slid it down to her vagina, rubbing around her hole with an evil slowness even she had to admit.
The hands worked in tandem as they massaged at her vulva lightly, warming up the skin with the friction of skin on skin. The woman’s breathing got heavier, her eyes still half-lidded.
“You’d better not be falling asleep on me.”
“No, ma’am.” She giggled, wiggling her feet as proof.
“Good.” Malia chuckled and stepped away to root through a storage tower holding five drawers full of toys, implements and… aha, exactly what she was looking for. A small squeezy bottle of sweet almond oil and a bar gag with a mouth cover. She shoved the gag in her pocket with the balm for later. She unscrewed the top of the oil and poured a small amount into her palm, placed the bottle on the table between the woman’s feet and rubbed her hands together, bringing the oil to body temperature before returning them to her vulva and continuing the massage of everywhere except the spots she knew the woman really wanted.
“Aaah.” The woman’s brows pulled together. Malia skirted around her clit, vagina and the tender spot right between her labia minora, focusing her energy on sliding her slick fingers over the plump flesh around them, curling into the crease where her thighs met her buttocks. The oil made it so easy to glide over her, teasing around the edges until the woman let out a whine. Malia shook her head with a smile and drew a finger from the woman’s clit to her vagina and pulled it away, inspecting how wet it was. Satisfied with her captive’s level of arousal, she finally dipped two fingers between her outer lips and clamped her clit and inner lips between them, at first giving a harsh squeeze to draw a sharp gasp from the woman, her eyelids fluttering. Malia loosened her grip and rocked her hand back and forth, allowing the wet and sensitive skin to glide between her fingers. Rubbing her into a wet fury, her body squirming and her moans getting higher and higher until her body froze, knuckles white and toes curled, she came with a sob, her body held taut for five seconds before her limbs fell flaccid onto the table. Malia stroked over gently, never allowing her a break from stimulation. The woman’s legs jerked together when she slid over her clit.
“Hold them open.” Malia paused her ministrations, her fingers clamped either side of the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Y-yes, ma’am.” The woman whimpered. Her legs managed to widen just a little, although not back to their original position. Malia could accept that, it wasn’t easy to stay spread when your post-orgasm clit was in a vice. Speaking of, she used her free hand to snatch up the clit clamp from on top of the storage tower, a small one with silicone tips and a metal adjustment ring. She drew her hand back, rubbing over every inch of flesh as she did, and positioned the clamp with the prongs either side of the woman’s clit before sl owly pushing the adjustment ring down until the woman cried out.
“No,” She took a ragged breath. “It… it’s just sensitive.” Malia nodded, that would be the menthol balm doing it’s job, drawing blood to her pussy like an erect penis.
“Good girl.” She pulled out the gag and lifted the woman’s head gently, positioning it in her mouth and securing the clasp behind her head, careful not to catch her black tresses spilling over the edge of the table. Malia wandered back up to the other end of the table to inspect said sensitive vulva, pulling the lips apart with her fingers where they had puffed up either side of the clamp and stuck together with her slick. She was pleased with the progress so far but she knew what could take the pleasure to the next level with a mini mixture of pain.
Her hand pulled away, allowing the lips to press together again and stepped back to open the canvas bag she kept on the floor containing her favourite implements and retrieved her leather riding crop, striking it against her palm with a loud crack, causing a jolt in the legs of the woman. Malia gave her knees another push to spread them to maximum capacity before taking her first swipe, landing the head of the crop on the meeting of her fat pussy lips with a wet ‘smack’.
“Mmm.” The woman moaned against her gag. Malia whipped the crop down in a short and tight hit. “Mmggg.” The legs shook with the effort to stay open, especially when she struck twice more back to back, causing the clamp to clang when the metal knocked against itself. Her breathing became laboured. Next came a direct hit to her clit pinched between the metal prongs that had her knees jerking together and then quickly pulling open again. The kid had at least a little discipline but she had given a reaction that had Malia’s own genitals stirring. She aimed for the clit again, striking harder this time. “Mmmmm!” The woman cried out. Malia's panties were starting to dampen, she struck that spot again and looked over, the woman’s eyes were closed and her brows pulled together as she moaned against the ball in her mouth. Her hand probed between her legs again, pulling apart her lips and inspecting how much wetter she had become, it was good, but still not good enough. She took the near on her side of the table and pushed it down flat to open up the crotch fully to her and layered hits from clit to vagina and back up again without pause. The woman whined against the gag, her back arching slightly and her fists clenched.
Malia continued to spank at her cunt in a range of strikes from light smacks to loud cracks and from her mound to her vagina, drawing a host of sweet sounds from her. Once she was dripping freely onto the plastic covering of the table, Malia slide her hand down to pry open the woman’s lips with a squelching sound and tapped at her incredibly sensitive clit with the crop. The woman’s body jerked with every touch to the clamped bundle of nerves and she whimpered pathetically beneath her.
“Just a couple more, kid, you’ve done well so far.” Malia could tell the woman was keening at the praise even with the gag. She would stay true to her word, even if these last couple would be much more painful than what she had endured so far. With the wet outer lips still being held open with her thumb and index finger she brought down the crop, hard.
“MMMM!” The woman cried out, much louder than any of her previous moans. Malia suspected a second orgasm was on the horizon, she loved a sub that could cum from a spanking.
“Hmm?” She teased with a small smile. The woman lifted her head as much as she could and gave her the best dirty look she could with only her eyes. Malia ignored her and struck at her sensitive inner lips, causing a jitter to run through her legs to accompany the muffled scream. “One more.” Malia cooed and brought down the crop for the final time.
“Mmmmm!” The woman groaned, her legs jerked and her vulva was visibly pulsing as she came again. When Malia pulled it back, the flat leather was dripping. She took a lick, savouring the slightly salty taste, and tossed the crop away to be cleaned in the morning.
“Good girl.” She said. The woman was smiling beneath the gag albeit lazily, her eyes already lolling in after-orgasm bliss. “But don’t you doze off on me, we’re not through yet.”