“Every time you visit me here, you will wear this collar,” I say as I close the leather collar around Nikki’s slender neck. “It will serve as a reminder of your reeducation as a good girl. Until you are a good girl, the collar has your name on it.”
“NAUGHTY BITCH” is stamped into the collar’s oval tag that rests against her throat.
Nikki Gorecki and I are standing in the basement “dungeon” of the house that serves as the base of the Lesbian Daughter Swapping Club. Unfinished cinderblocks and various implements of sexual torture give this subterranean location an appropriately menacing ambiance. Nikki stands naked with her hands at her sides. Nikki’s deliciously pert breasts are thrust forward and gently quivering with the tremors of her fear.
I have switched on one of the bright fluorescent lights, rendering Nikki a bit blue in color and her erect nipples and prickled areolas more of a deep lavender color. Her neatly-trimmed pussy is adorable, her small ass inviting to my eye as I circle around her, and now I am free to appreciate the small details of her beauty. The matching divots in her lower back. The tiny mole just above her lip. The length and muscularity of her legs.
Keeping one eye focused on Nikki, I reach into the large shopping bag from a high end lingerie shop. I take out the lingerie I want Nikki to wear, along with a very expensive pair of black, high-heeled shoes, and had the boxes to Nikki.
“You want me to wear this?” she asks, sounding a bit incredulous.
“No, I insist you wear it.” I walk over to the bench of a torture device and slowly sit down.
I am dressed conservatively in a dark skirt, jacket, and white blouse along with panty hose. My hair is pinned up in a tight bun. I cross my legs and observe as the naughty bitch dresses. Nikki has probably never worn a garter, but I offer no assistance as she puzzles out how to wear the lingerie.
The sheer black lace of the garter is accented with tiny red bows. The garter attaches to the black stockings which sheath Nikki’s legs in sleek sensuality. There are no panties. Well, there were, but I kept them. She does not need any panties. The garter frames her ass and entices my gaze to her delicate mound and slight fur. The demi bra with the underwire deftly concealed in the black lace manages to slightly enhance the size of her exquisitely pert teenage breasts.
“Is this what you want?” asks Nikki, turning around to offer me a good look at her in the lingerie.
“Put on the shoes.”
I watch her slip her stocking-clad foot into one shoe. The other shoe goes on and, as suspected, the three-inch heels sculpt her already lovely butt into a delicious apple. I can hardly wait to turn that firm ass rosy red.
“Walk around the room,” I say, slowly uncrossing my legs. “Show me how you move.”
She stumbles in her first few steps, turning an ankle in the heels. I make a displeased sound as she straightens up. She casts her gaze back at me over her shoulder and continues to walk. This time, she has it down. She is as confident as a model on the runway and unafraid of me watching her in the revealing outfit. Unafraid simply won’t do.
“Enough,” I snap. “Come over here and get on your knees.”
She manages to look confident, even smug, as she walks over to me and slowly sinks to her knees. I clip a leather leash to her collar. She slides her hands onto my hose-covered thighs, her fingers teasing beneath my skirt.
“Get your hands off of me,” I hiss and she draws her hands back immediately. “You touch me when and how I tell you to touch me. For your presumptuousness, you’ll be touching me with your tongue.”
Her chastened frown begins to curl into the faintest of smiles. I give her leash a yank as I rise to my feet. My heels shape my big ass in my dark pencil skirt. More importantly, those heels put my ass almost perfectly at the level of kneeling Nikki’s face. I wrap her leach once around my hand and turn my ass to her face.
“Not my pussy, naughty bitch. Not yet.” I gather the hem of my skirt and slowly lift it up and over my pantyhose-sheathed ass. Even I will admit, my butt looks amazing in a pair of dark pantyhose. I yank the leash and pull Nikki’s face against that big, soft white girl booty. I lean over the chair I had been sitting in and push my ass even more heavily to smother her face.
“MMmmmmmmm,” she moans, her face buried and the noise vibrating against me.
“Yes, you like that, because you’re a naughty bitch. You’ll breathe when I let you breathe. You’ll…”
I feel her tongue beginning to lick my ass through the pantyhose. The hot press of her tongue tickles my tender clench and her spit begins to soak through the material.
“Oh, so naughty,” I laugh.
She tries to lift her head to say something and I pull the leash tight, keeping her face buried in my ass. I relish the feel of her hot breath caressing my ass and my pussy through the hose.
“Breathe it in a little more, my naughty pet.” I keep the leash tight, enjoying the feel of her tongue trying to lick me. She starts to squirm and pat her hands against my ass, signaling she is finding it hard to breathe. I let her struggle for a few more seconds before letting the leash go slack and allowing her to come up, gasping, for air. Her makeup is smeared and her chin is damp with her own spit. She blows a lock of hair from her face.
“Is that good, um, mistress?”
“A good start.” I reach back and slide down the hose, exposing the plump roundness of my ass. My fingers tease Nikki’s face and then pull back to my buttocks. I spread the cleft between my cheeks and expose the spit-glistened knot of my asshole. “You have a lot more work to do.”
What can I say, I love assplay. Nikki is simultaneously game for anything and good at acting reluctant. Her hesitation earns yanks of the leash and before long her tongue is dancing over my tender hole. I pull harder and she buries that hot, wriggling tongue up my ass. I play with my pussy while she eats my ass with growing enthusiasm.
I use Nikki and her tongue as my sex toy. I grind against her face and more than once forget to let her breathe until she is pushing to escape. I barely give her a chance to gasp a breath of fresh air before pulling her back to work. Her tongue goes deep in my ass and my fingers strum my clit to drive me to the cusp of orgasm. My thighs begin to shake.
“Oooohh, that’s it. Just like that. Get that tongue in my asshole, you little bitch.”
It feels good to talk so nasty to her, even if it takes effort for me to be dominant. Her tongue makes me crazy, it makes me hate her she’s so good with it, and as I cum I actually scream, “Fuck you!! You bitch!”
One orgasm deserves another, but Nikki isn’t about to get my tongue on her clit. I lift her upright and smash my lips against hers. I taste my ass on her tongue and my fingers roughly push into her bare pussy. She is soaking wet.
“I can tell you enjoyed that like a good slut,” I gasp between kisses. My other hand explores her breasts, pinching her hard nipples through the bra. “I think you need a little reminder that you are being punished before you get the fucking you need.”
I yank the bra down beneath her breasts, exposing those little areolas and little tan nipples. So delicious looking, I want to suck them, but I resist the urge. In the drawer beside the chair is the kit of torture devices I brought with me. Not many. I’m not a real sadist, I just play one on the weekends. The alligator clips are small and silver. They look almost like jewelry, with the chain connecting them, but the tiny springs are surprisingly powerful.
I pinch them open. Nikki looks at them warily.
“Take off the bra,” I say. “I don’t want to damage it with these.”
Small chance of that, it’s just a nice way to hint at how vicious these little bastards are about to bite into the succulent berries of Nikki’s nipples. She nods as she shrugs out of the bra straps before unbuckling it. She averts her gaze with convincing fear on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“For what?”
I lick a fingertip and slowly play it around the areola of one of her nipples. She watches my glistening finge
r spread its wetness to her other nipple. By the time I am done teasing, Nikki’s little nipples look painfully engorged. The lightest touch will be an explosion of sensation. She looks up from her breasts as I withdraw my teasing finger.
“I’m sorry for… for… being such a n-naughty bitch.”
“Awww,” I pet her head. “But you’re my naughty bitch.”
I snap one of the clips onto her nipple. It’s not a tease. I tried it on myself when I bought them and that first bite, snapping shut on her aroused nipple, definitely hurts. Her head jerks back and she cries out in genuine pain. Tears well in her eyes and she looks at me like I have pushed things too far. I pull her closer by the leash. There is a moment of confused struggle, but I get the other clip around her nipple and let the jaws shut a bit more slowly.
“There,” I say, holding her close. “That’s not so bad, is it?”
“It-it hurts! Please, it’s throbbing in my nipples!”
I play with the chain connecting the clips and she hisses from the fresh bite of pain.
“That’s the idea.” I give the chain another light pull and she shudders and cries out. “Before you play the violin, you have to tighten the strings. Make sure she is, in tune…”
I give a sharp tug on the chain, moving her breasts and bending her nipples by the biting clips. She wails in fresh pain and nearly collapses into my arms. I take a hold of the chain and begin to lead her by it instead of the leash, taking her over to the bed. She struggles to keep the chain from going taut. I see each time she fails written in wincing pain on her face. A few teardrops begin the journey down her face.
“Don’t cry,” I say, pushing her onto her hands and knees on the bed. “Not yet at least.”
I take a moment to admire Nikki’s firm ass, heart-shaped and marked with faint tan-lines. I pull at her hips to lift it up a little higher. It looks particularly gorgeous framed by the garter. Her pussy glistens and her little asshole is as tight and pink as can be. I want to lick her all over, but that has to wait. Nikki needs some more punishment.
My hand falls with a “crack” upon that glorious ass. Nikki’s whole body jerks and her head lifts, a soft cry escaping her parted lips. I give her another and another, but it’s not enough. She seems to be enjoying it too much. I have more tricks for the naughty bitch. The riding crop is hard handled with a flexible length that ends in the leather fold of the tongue. I tap her flanks to let her know what she has in store. The poor girl looks back in alarm as I raise the crop and…
THWACK!
“Ohhhhhh! Oh my god!”
She actually tries to crawl away from me as a burning red line appears almost instantly across the pale flesh of her buttocks. I pull the leash and force her to stop. She drops her breasts and face into the dark bedding, unwittingly raising her ass into an even more inviting target.
THWACK!
Nikki screams into the pillow.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Her teenage buns are crisscrossed with the red welts of the crop. I’m certainly not using my full strength, but the flexible nature of the crop means it adds its own momentum to each swing.
THWACK!
“Please!” wails Nikki. “Please! It’s enough, I get it! I’m naughty and—“
THWACK!
She sobs pitifully as I deliver a steady series of smacks with the crop, reddening her ass even more and sparing a few gentler taps for the drenched furrow of her pussy. Just as her agony builds to a crescendo, and the roundness of her teenage bottom is as red as an apple, I stop. I tease the crop’s soft tongue over Nikki’s drenched pussy. Her mound is as red as her ass and she whimpers as I drag the crop’s tip over her furrow and touch her straining clit.
I gather her hair up in my hand and pull it away from the back of her neck. I lean over her, the weight of my breasts on her shoulders as I press my lips to her ear.
“You’re almost there,” I whisper. “Are you ready to be a good girl now?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps. “I’ll be very good for you, m-mistress.”
“Close your eyes and stay just as you are. I have a special surprise, only for good girls.”
“Thank you,” she says, glancing up with tears still welling in her eyes. Her face is flushed from crying and I see genuine relief that her ordeal is almost over. Perhaps I have been a bit rough on her.
I gently drag my fingers over Nikki’s face to close her eyelids. I rise from the bed and return to the box of tricks. Now there are only three objects remaining in the compartment. I lift all three out and return to the bed, where Nikki has remained obediently with her reddened ass raised and the nectar of her pussy glistening like silver in the harsh light.
“First things first, my dear,” I say as I rip my pantyhose away and place the straps of the dildo around my waist. I bought this one especially for Nikki. The black phallus is abstract, not overly large, but with a wicked curve that should punish the teen’s g-spot. Once I’ve secured it over my pussy and tightened the straps, I examine myself in one of the mirrors of the dungeon. It looks less like a cock and more like I’ve grown a blunt horn out of my clit. It looks almost demonic. With the rest of my outfit, I look like a possessed schoolmarm.
I shed my jacket, blouse, and bra. I loosen the bun and let my blond hair fall down past my shoulders. Nikki is still waiting obediently. The crop marks stand out as dark red lines spanning her buttocks compared to the overall ruddy hue of the spanking. I snap open the cap of the lubricant and let the liquid spill down Nikki’s crack. She hisses with surprise at the first cool touch of the liquid as it slicks between her ass and spreads over her clenched hole.
“Just relax now,” I say. “I’m not going to be rough with you.”
I set the lube aside and press two fingers into Nikki’s ass, spreading the juice around her dainty butthole, rimming it gently with two fingers gliding through the water-based lube. I don’t apply any pressure with the fingers, I just tease them around and around the clenching wrinkle.
“W-what are you doing to me?” moans Nikki.
“Good girls get fucked,” I say matter-of-factly. “I believe you might be a good girl, so I am going to fuck you.”
“My ass?” There is a hint of fear in her voice.
“I will fuck you wherever and however I please, young lady. But not yet. First you need a little preparation.”
I surprise her with the dildo. I press its tip to the juicy folds of her pussy and thrust into her. Nikki was expecting something in her ass and the sudden intrusion into her tight little pussy drives her over the edge. She throws back her head and begins to wail as I rhythmically fuck her teenage pussy. I hold her slender hips with one hand as I slap against her tender bottom. She lets out a little yelp each time my thrusts make that contact, but the slight taste of pain does not diminish her pleasure.
She slips from her surprised orgasm to an overheated state, tossing her head and pushing back onto the cock. I lean my shoulders back and watch her push her pussy onto my glistening dildo. Her ass bounces deliciously as I reach for the plug.
“Hold still for a moment,” I say, using my hand on her hip to add authority to the command. She slows and finally stops. She looks back at me, wanting more, but afraid to ask.
I hold up the slim butt plug so she can see it.
“Ohhhhh,” she moans and then, to my gratification, she lowers her head back down to the bed and raises her ass. “Give it to me, please.”
I press the tip of the plug to her teenage hole. I do not know if she’s ever had anal sex, but her asshole is as tiny and tight as I’ve seen and even after the lubrication is reluctant to open up. I finally give Nikki another thrust of the dildo into her pussy. Her ass clenches even tighter, but as it releases I screw the plug up her little ass. Steady, well-lubed, I push it in and fill her hole to the end of the plug, leaving a violet gem visible between her reddened cheeks.
I give her only a moment to adjust to the sensation before grabbing hold of her hips with both hands and fuckin
g her hard and fast. It’s a proper fucking, hard enough to make my tits bounce up and down with each thrust. I lean into her, driving the dildo in and out, bottoming against her tender walls, and making her scream with pleasure. A second orgasm. A third.
I roll Nikki onto her back without every taking the dildo out of her pussy. I climb atop her, letting her feel my size advantage, the weight of my breasts, and the heat of our bodies joining as I look down at her and pluck the chain connecting those clipped nipples. She doesn’t scream in pain anymore, she gasps in pleasure. I’ve broken through that barrier where almost any stimulation is a part of the sexual moment for her.
Nikki kisses me without my permission. I let it go, because I love the sweetness of her mouth. I thrust my tongue between her lips and hammer the dildo into her pussy. She reaches up and fondles my bouncing breasts. I let it go, even when she lightly pinches my fat nipples.
“You like those?” I laugh, speaking into her mouth.
“Yesssss,” she hisses. “Let me suck them, please.”
I push myself up on my hands and dangle them for her. What a good girl, her hot mouth on my areolas and nipples, my tits bouncing against her face with each thrust of my hips. She tries to suck them, succeeds briefly, but my focus is on making her cum again. She loses her battle and her head falls back to the pillow as she wails, “Ohhhhhh, Lindsay! I’m… I’m cumming again!”
I let her orgasm reach its maddening peak before suddenly sliding the dildo out of her pussy. I rest my weight on my knees and push the teen’s long legs up, kissing her calf as I extract the butt plug and drive the dildo into its place. Nikki’s eyes go wide from what is no doubt a momentary spasm as pain. Having even a five inch dildo rammed up your ass is going to give you a twinge.
To her credit, the shock and pain is going by the third stroke. My hand massages her clit as I begin to fuck her ass, quite roughly.
“It feels so… so… big in my… aaaaaaahhhhh!”
I kiss her again as the dildo pumps in and out of her ass. For once I am envious of a man. What a glory it would be to pound her little butthole and fill it with a load of cum. Disgusting cum, yes, but the joy of possessing a woman like that is something only men truly get to enjoy. But being a woman has advantages as well.
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