The Instrument (Lesbian BDSM Erotica)

by Cress, Rynna

  Zoe lost her train of thought, as Clare’s tongue forked its way inside of her, hitting an area just below her g-spot that sent tremors of pleasure rippling through her body. She let out a loud, involuntary gasp, her body quivering. Clare smiled. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Zoe moaned out a loud, “Mmmm-hmmmm,” the best she could offer in her current state of ecstasy.

  “Good,” Clare said, suddenly rising onto the bed and straddling Zoe’s face, “because that’s how I want you to make me feel.” In an instant, she squatted over Zoe, lowering herself down onto her mouth, smothering the girl’s face with her silky pussy. “Eat it, slut,” she commanded.

  Without hesitating, Zoe eagerly began eating Clare out, hungry to taste her mistress, the salty taste quickly coating her tongue and face. She had abandoned all control of her sexual fate to this woman, and the thought excited her immensely. With her forearms pinned beneath Clare’s knees, her head squeezed between her thighs, and her face buried between her legs, Zoe felt perfectly trapped, given no choice but to lick pussy like a good little slut. She was a slut, she realized, a slut for this woman to use as she saw fit. It was freeing – a sexual hunger long dormant and unrealized within her had been released. It was Zoe’s offering to Clare – absolute control.

  Clare wiggled over Zoe’s face, a bright smile of sheer bliss plastered across her face. “That’s it, girl,” she said, “make me feel good. Make me cum.”

  Zoe began licking faster and faster, up and down Clare’s pussy at a near voracious-speed. Clare’s wetness continued trickling down, seeping into Zoe’s eyes under the blindfold and soaking her hair. She didn’t care – her only concern was pleasing her mistress, making her cum. God, she thought, this was so incredible…

  WHAP! Seemingly from out of nowhere, Zoe felt a sharp sting land across her crotch. She howled with pain and surprise, immediately closing her legs protectively. Then, she felt her nipple being pinched – hard – right below the piercing, pulled and stretched away from her body. She moaned with pain, shaking beneath Clare.

  “Your nipples or your cunt,” Zoe heard Clare say, “Until you make me cum, you’re going to feel pain. Do you understand me, slut?” Zoe didn’t answer, her face contorted and strained.

  Clare twisted the nipple, pulling even harder, smiling wickedly at the sound of Zoe’s muffled scream of, “Yes, Clare, I understand!” coming from beneath her. “If this hurts,” Clare started, “open your legs.” Reluctantly, Zoe spread her legs, exposing her pussy to Clare’s whims. Clare smiled, playfully twirling the flogger in her hand as she released Zoe’s nipple. “That’s a good girl.”

  WHAP! Zoe screamed again as the flogger connected, leaving her clit throbbing. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to make me cum, slut,” Clare teased, “otherwise, I’ll be here torturing you all night.”

  WHAP! Zoe contained her scream this time, letting out a loud whimper instead, obediently continuing to kiss and lick Clare’s tight pussy, now more desperate than ever to make her cum. Clare tilted her head back and began to moan, beginning to rock up and down, almost bouncing, riding Zoe’s face, pure pleasure pulsing through her body.

  WHAP! Zoe yelped, an animalistic grunt, the combination of intense pain, sexual objectification, and physical helplessness reducing her to an almost inhuman state. Her clit felt like it was on fire now, and with some hesitation, Zoe closed her legs, knowing that it would only mean hell for her nipples.

  Sure enough, within seconds, she felt intense pain shooting from her nipples, as Clare had begun cruelly twisting, pinching, and pulling them, until finally Zoe couldn’t stand it, and was forced to open her legs again. Clare grinned as she released Zoe’s nipples and then brought the flogger down – WHAP! – her hardest hit yet. She loved the vibrating sensation of Zoe’s pained scream directly into her pussy, and gave out a loud, sustained moan.

  Clare was close. She began moaning in quick, repetitive bursts, punctuating each one with a quick slap of the flogger to Zoe’s pussy. Zoe felt the tears flowing as she darted her tongue over Clare’s clit, up and down, left and right – anything to make her cum, to make the pain stop. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Clare let out another long, loud moan, her pussy swelling with orgasmic bliss, her thighs clenching the sides of Zoe’s head. Zoe felt incredible relief – she had successfully made her mistress cum for the first time. She had endured the pain. She was Clare’s good little slut.

  “Very good, girl,” Clare cooed, slightly out of breath. “I’m glad to see that you’re a natural when it comes to eating pussy, as you’ll be eating mine often.”

  “Yes, Clare,” Zoe managed, exhausted.

  “But you’re not done yet,” Clare continued, swinging her legs forward over Zoe’s shoulders and crab-squatting on top of her face. “My ass needs attention, too.”

  Zoe wrinkled her nose – Clare’s ass? She had never been at all turned on by assplay, let alone rimjobs. She started to protest, saying, “Clare, I…I don’t…”

  But she was quickly interrupted as Clare laughingly lowered her asshole directly onto Zoe’s open mouth. Zoe squealed in horror, the thought of her mouth on another person’s ass completely revolting to her.

  “Quit struggling,” Clare commanded. “Lick it.”

  Gingerly, Zoe stuck out her tongue, holding it against Clare’s tight, smooth asshole. She wanted to please her mistress more than anything, but this was something that she just couldn’t get her head around. Clare ground herself down harder against Zoe’s face. “I guess someone needs some extra motivation, doesn’t she?”

  Zoe whimpered, and immediately began licking with firm, broad licks, not wanting anything to do with Clare’s idea of extra motivation. Clare smiled, happy to know that she commanded fear from her sub, but aware that she couldn’t afford to dole out an empty threat. Fortunately for her, the flogger still sat nearby, and Zoe’s breasts made for especially tempting targets…

  WHAP! Zoe squealed as the flogger connected with her left breast. She started eagerly eating out Clare’s ass, hungry for mercy.

  “You know, they almost look like bullseyes,” Clare teased, before flogging both of Zoe’s tits in quickfire succession. “Now come on – I want to feel your tongue inside my ass.”

  WHAP! WHAP! Two more hits, and Zoe desperately began working her tongue up inside Clare’s anal cavity. “See?” Clare said, “Isn’t it amazing what a little motivation can do?”

  WHAP! “I said, isn’t it amazing what a little motivation can do?”

  “Yes, Clare, yes!” Zoe practically screamed, although the words understandably came out somewhat muffled.

  “Look at you,” Clare began, “your tongue up another woman’s ass. Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Yeth, Care,” was the closet she could muster with her tongue lodged up Clare’s ass.

  “Say it.”

  Zoe pulled her mouth away from Clare’s ass just long enough to whimper, “I’m a dirty little slut.”

  “Say it again,” Clare demanded. “Louder.”

  “I’m a dirty little slut,” she said, louder this time.

  WHAP! “Again.”

  “I’m a dirty little slut!”

  WHAP! “Again!”

  “I’m a dirty little slut!”

  WHAP! “AGAIN!”

  “I’M A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!” Zoe all but shrieked it this time, complete music to Clare’s ears. Quietly, Zoe started to sob, her mind overloaded with sensations and emotions.

  “Good girl, good girl,” Clare said sweetly. “It’s all right. Shh.” Zoe quieted, waiting anxiously for Clare’s next move.

  “You know what happens to dirty little sluts, don’t you?” Clare asked.

  Zoe could only whimper in response. Clare grinned a wicked grin

  “They get fucked.”

  **********

  Zoe had lost all sense of time and space. Clare had turned a small crank at the foot of her bed, lowering a set of chains hanging from the ceiling, and harnessed Zoe
in face down, still blindfolded and now gagged as well, her arms and legs forcibly spread. Then, she had left, leaving Zoe hanging. Was it really just a few hours ago that I was ringing this woman’s doorbell, Zoe wondered to herself. She thought back to the morning, when she had first met Clare – it seemed like an eternity ago, and she felt like she had become a different person since then.

  She began struggling with her bonds, testing the cuffs around her wrists, wriggling her body, but it was beyond evident that escape was not an option. She hung her head, defeated, no option but to wait for Clare, and endure whatever it was that was coming next. Seeing little other options, Zoe began wailing with helplessness through the large ball gag secured into her mouth, realizing that she could still taste the strong flavors of Clare’s pussy and ass.

  “Be quiet,” Clare said quietly. Zoe’s head perked up, trying to discern where Clare was. How long had she been there? She had no answer for either, as her situation had left her totally disoriented.

  Then, she felt something hard and cool graze against her cheek. She quickly turned her head away in surprise, wondering what the hell it was, only to feel it again grazing along her side, causing her to whine with ticklish frenzy.

  She could hear Clare laughing softly, a sinister sound in the darkness. Zoe quickly realized what it was Clare was teasing her with – a dildo. She was about to get fucked she realized, taking a deep breath and bracing herself. But how big was it? She couldn’t tell from Clare’s teasing touches – what if it was enormous? And, God - what if Clare was planning on fucking her in the ass? She had only received anal sex once, and that had been years ago. And she had hated it. What could she do now, though? If Clare wanted to fuck Zoe in the ass, Clare was going to fuck Zoe in the ass, and there was nothing Zoe could do to stop her or change her fate. She began to whine into the ballgag again – the anticipation, the fear of not knowing what Clare would do, the complete helplessness, it was all so torturous.

  “Shhhh,” Clare said, definitely coming from behind Zoe now. She felt the dildo brush against her thigh now, and she couldn’t tell for sure, but it felt huge. She shuddered with fear at the thought of taking a merciless reaming. She focused on Clare’s words from before, I will never harm you. I trust you Clare, she thought to herself. Please, please let me trust you…

  “So where do you think I should put this strap-on,” Zoe heard Clare say playfully. The tip of the dildo slowly began teasing Zoe’s pussy, grazing the outside of her entrance. “Should I put it here, do you think?” Zoe moaned in response, only to feel the tip of the dildo moving up, towards her asshole. Before Clare could even ask, Zoe gave several frantic and muffled attempts at saying, “Please, no.”

  “So you don’t want me to put it here?” Clare asked, starting to press the dildo more firmly against Zoe’s defenseless asshole, threatening to penetrate her. Zoe whimpered loudly, terrified.

  “You know, Zoe,” Clare began, “let me give you a little lesson about sadistic bitches like myself. We pounce on fear, we exploit weakness. You give us a button to push…”

  Zoe squealed as she felt her ass being penetrated.

  “…and we’re going to push it.” Clare waited for a moment, letting Zoe’s ass expand and get used to the sensation, before finally confessing the truth.

  “Relax, Zoe. It’s just my thumb. One finger. Boo-fucking-hoo. Not the big, scary dildo.”

  Zoe’s whimpers began to die down, as she realized that Clare was telling the truth – it wasn’t the dildo in her ass, but just a finger. And in reality, it didn’t hurt like she feared that it would… she just felt… full. And oddly, it actually felt kind of… good to her…

  Clare quickly broke Zoe’s train of thought, announcing, “This is the big scary dildo,” as she suddenly thrust her strap-on deep into Zoe’s cunt without warning. Zoe gave a loud, low grunt of surprise, lowering her head, gritting her teeth, and bearing it. She was surprised to feel how wet she was, and how easily the dildo had penetrated her – she realized that she wanted it, and wanted it badly. She growled into the ballgag as Clare slowly began working the dildo in and out, fucking her suspended plaything, working into a rhythm, her thumb still buried up Zoe’s tight little ass.

  “Ooh,” Clare began, delighted, “this pussy likes to growl,” adding a sharp slap to Zoe’s ass.

  The fucking began to intensify, Clare picking up speed and momentum with her thrusts, simultaneously beginning to work her thumb in and out of Zoe’s ass, the girl’s muffled moans of ecstasy fueling Clare’s raw sexual energy. Soon, she slowed her rhythm down, opting instead for quick, intensely deep thrusts, separated by brief pauses, each one eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from her sexy little fuck toy. Clare reached forward, grabbing Zoe’s hair and yanking her head upright, her thrusting beginning to quicken again.

  “Such a good little fuck slut,” Clare murmured as she quickly yanked her thumb out of Zoe’s ass, then quickly slid it back in with complete ease. “Such a hungry little ass, too…”

  Zoe wailed, the sensory overload bringing her ever closer to orgasm. Clare unclasped the ballgag, letting it fall loosely around Zoe’s neck, smiling at the stream of drool oozing uncontrollably from the corner of Zoe’s numbed mouth.

  “Don’t you dare cum without begging for it,” Clare growled, thrusting faster and harder than ever. Zoe, her brain beginning to feel like a pan of scrambled eggs, struggled to form the words:

  “Please…Clare….please… I want… let me cum…”

  “No,” came the cold answer, “not yet.”

  Clare removed her thumb and hunched herself over Zoe as she continued fucking her, reaching down and around to play with the girl’s sensitive nipples, stroking and squeezing them, massaging her sizable breasts. It was almost too much for Zoe to bear, especially the thought of what Clare might do to her if she came without her permission.

  “Please, Clare,” Zoe begged, “Please! I’m so… I’m so close… so close… please.”

  “Not yet,” Clare coolly said, sliding one hand down Zoe’s abdomen to begin fingering her clit. Zoe wailed at the overload of sensations – her pussy getting jackhammered by Clare’s strap-on, her nipples being teased and tormented, her super-sensitive clit being worked over.

  “Oh… fuck!” were the only words Zoe could intelligibly form as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, desperately trying to contain the agonizing flood of pleasure that was due to wash through her at any moment.

  “PLEASE CLARE,” she yelled, “PLEASE MAY I CUM?”

  Clare gave a few final thrusts before nodding and saying, “All right, slut, cum for me.”

  In an instant, as Zoe was finally free to stop trying to hold it in, her pussy began throbbing and clenching involuntarily, the largest orgasm of life beginning to pulse through her body. She jerked in Clare’s arms, her toes curling, her hands shaking, the pleasure overwhelming her, reducing her mind to low hum. Her face twisted and contorted, until finally, she slowly went limp, panting for breath, dripping with cold sweat.

  Clare smiled as she slowly pulled out, Zoe’s pussy flooded with orgasmic wetness. She casually walked around to face Zoe, holding her head in her hands.

  “Now clean it,” she commanded, pushing the dildo deep into Zoe’s mouth, past her gag reflex. Zoe, spent as she was, did as she was told, eagerly sucking the dildo, swirling her tongue along the smooth surface, tasting her pussy’s own savory flavor. Clare grinned at the sight.

  “Very impressive,” she said, “no gagging. You’re a natural cocksucker, too.”

  She pulled out, leaving Zoe gasping for a quick breath before saying, “Thank you… thank you, Clare.”

  “You’re very welcome,” she responded, adding, “Tell me, do you like being Mommy’s little fuck slut?”

  The phrasing struck Zoe – she had never known her mother. Was that why she was so drawn to this older woman, so willing to submit fully to her kinkiest desires?

  “…Yes,” Zoe said, “Yes Clare. I like being Mommy’s little fuck slut
.”

  Clare smiled and caressed Zoe’s face. She had never wanted children, and now, in her early forties, it was probably too late anyway. But this girl… this submissive young sex kitten with the purple Mohawk… In her own, twisted way, she knew she was quite possibly looking at what might be the closest thing to a daughter she would ever have.

  Clare stepped out of the strap-on, then turned the crank, gradually lowering Zoe to the ground. She slowly guided Zoe to her feet, removing her blindfold and suspension cuffs and helping her to the bed as she regained her orientation.

  “Now you’ve been a very good girl tonight, Zoe,” Clare began. “I know that I’ve demanded a lot of you, and you’ve risen to every challenge. You’ve made me very happy.”

  Zoe, still catching her breath, offered a smile. “Thank you, Clare,” she said.

  “I will be detailing your usual sleeping arrangements later,” Clare said. “But for tonight, I want you in bed with me.”

  Zoe’s smile widened – this was exactly what she had been hoping for. The intense play had put her into a delicate headspace, and she knew that she needed her mistress by her side.

  “Thank you, Clare,” she said, as the two climbed under the covers.

  “However,” Clare began, causing Zoe’s smile to falter, “you did try and steal from me today, and you are still an addict, so I can’t trust you entirely just yet.”

  Clare sat up and opened her nightstand, searching for something. Finally, she turned back to Zoe, a thick leather collar in hand.

  “Sit up.”

  Zoe obeyed, lifting her chin as Clare fastened the collar tightly around her neck. She reached down, removing the key that hung around her neck, locking the collar into place. Zoe let out a small gasp – the constraining feel of the leather around her neck…. It was perfect.