“If you had kissed me and felt nothing, then it would have been possible. But that was not the case. If you don’t want this, or would rather hide from it, speak your safe word. I don’t think that you will, though. You are too strong to hide from something once you know it exists.”
“How do you know?” Krista asked.
“I don’t know,” Miranda replied, filling the glasses with a small amount of the alcohol and topping it with soda. “Women’s intuition maybe, or experience. Come. Have a drink with me. It will help.”
“Why are you being so nice?” Krista asked, walking across the room and sitting it in the other chair. She took a sip of the drink.
“Why do you trust Tyler?” Miranda asked.
Krista thought about it for a moment before answering. “Because he always seems to know exactly what I need, even when I don’t,” she said.
“That’s what it means to be a Master. Do you think that he is a better Master than me?” Miranda asked. “More in touch with a woman’s thoughts or feelings? More understanding?”
“I don’t know,” Krista said.
“But you trust Tyler because he always knows what you need, right?” Miranda asked, going about it from another angle.
“Yeah,” Krista said.
“Well he gave you to me,” Miranda said with a smile, reaching out to grasp Krista’s hand. “So show a little trust, because according to Tyler, I’m exactly what you need right now.”
“I guess I didn’t think about it like that,” Krista said, squeezing Miranda’s hand.
Miranda finished her drink and stood. “Come on kitten,” she said, pulling Krista to her feet. “I want to show you something.”
Miranda pulled Krista to the bed and set her on the edge. She took a few steps back, and began to undo the fastenings of the corset. As each tiny eye popped loose, Krista felt her breath hitch higher in her throat. Finally, all the fastenings were undone and the garment fell to the floor. Miranda pulled the snap on her pants and dragged the zipper down. With a wiggle, she pushed them off her hips and down to her feet, stepping out of them carefully in her heals.
“What do you see?” Miranda asked as she stood before Krista completely nude.
Krista looked at her, really looked at a naked woman for the first time in her life. Miranda had long blond hair, pulled back into a severe ponytail that accentuated her face. Bright blue eyes and a lush mouth were the highlights, but all of Miranda’s features were quite pretty.
Krista let her eyes continue moving downward. A long, graceful neck led into strong shoulders and toned arms. Pink perky nipples sat atop average breasts that looked both firm and soft. Tight abs topped a small patch of pubic hair, trimmed short and glistening in the light. Strong legs ended in cute tiny feet with painted toes. From top to bottom, Miranda was beautiful.
“Beauty and strength,” Krista said.
Miranda grasped her breasts and played with the nipples, letting all the things she wanted to do to Krista fill her mind and reflect in her eyes.
“And now?” Miranda asked.
“Passion,” Krista said, feeling her heart start to race. “Desire.”
“For you,” Miranda said, walking towards the bed. “For what we can do to each other.”
Miranda stopped in front of Krista and tilted her face up. She slowly lowered her mouth, giving Krista time to back out if that was what she wanted.
“Please, Mistress,” Krista whispered, knowing that she wanted it, but scared to take the last step. She held her breath waiting for their lips to touch.
Miranda lowered her mouth and kissed first one corner and then the other of Krista’s mouth. As Krista’s lips parted at the contact, Miranda ran her tongue slowly between them, teasingly. She nipped at Krista’s lower lip and reached out to pull her closer. One hand circled Krista’s head, grasping her hair and pulling it slightly to change the angle of the kiss. The other pushed the translucent covering off Krista’s shoulders, leaving nothing to get in the way.
As the kiss deepened it fueled the fire of Krista’s desire and she moaned against Miranda’s mouth. Miranda put one knee on each side of Krista’s body and pushed her down into the bed.
“Touch me,” Miranda murmured against Krista’s mouth. Krista pushed Miranda away enough for her to see and lifted a tentative hand. She brushed her fingertips ever so softly against Miranda’s lips, letting her fingers trail down the side of Miranda’s neck and tracing a small path back and forth in the hollow of her throat.
“So soft,” Krista said, letting her hand, move shakily down Miranda’s chest. As her fingers brushed Miranda’s nipple, Krista gave a soft squeeze, loving the way it made Miranda close her eyes and moan softly.
Krista reached up to Miranda’s shoulder and gave a little shove. As Miranda rolled to the side, Krista rolled with her, landing on top. She kissed Miranda again, passionately this time and squeezed her breast until a small cry came from Miranda’s throat. Moving down, she sucked Miranda’s nipple into her mouth, working it with teeth and tongue, knowing it would be almost painful, but not quite.
Back and forth between Miranda’s breasts, Krista let herself enjoy them, learning them, listening to what made Miranda cry out and grasp at the bed coverings. Suddenly inspired, Krista began to grind her pelvis into Miranda. She always loved it when a guy did this to her and didn’t see why Miranda would be any different.
“I’m trying to give you time, Krista,” Miranda said. “but I can’t take much more.”
Krista stopped what she was doing and looked Miranda in the eye, feeling some switch she hadn’t known existed flip in her brain. “You will lay there and take it,” Krista said softly, seriously “or I will say my safe word and walk out the door.”
Miranda tried to push herself up onto her elbows, but Krista grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed. “I’m not done yet,” Krista said threateningly. “But I will leave.”
“Okay,” Miranda said slowly, not certain how to respond now that the dimensions of the game had changed.
“Good,” Krista said, leaning down to give her a small kiss. “I want you,” she said with another small kiss, “and I mean to have you,” another kiss. “But this is my first time, so it will happen my way or it won’t happen at all.”
“I’m not a sub,” Miranda said. “I don’t how to do this, this way.”
Krista kissed Miranda passionately on the mouth and placed her hand against Miranda’s pussy, spreading the lips and flicking her clit with one finger. At Krista’s touch, Miranda moaned deeply and began to lift her hips, trying to press harder against Krista’s hand.
“Do you want me?” Krista asked, pulling her mouth away from Miranda’s but leaving her busy fingers in place.
“Yes,” Miranda answered.
“Then you will do what I tell you,” Krista said, pausing her fingers, much to Miranda’s dismay. “Won’t you?”
“Yes, yes,” Miranda said. “Please.”
“Please what?” Krista asked. She had liked it earlier and she wanted to hear it now from Miranda’s mouth.
“Please, Mistress?” Miranda asked hesitantly.
“Good girl, pet,” Krista said, loving the way that sounded. “Scoot up to the top of the bed.”
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, complying with her request as Krista stood and walked around the room to find some things for them to play with. She grabbed several vibrators and dumped them on the bed.
“Where’s the lubricant?” Krista asked.
Miranda pointed to a small assortment of bottles on one of the shelves. “Over there, but I am already wet. I don’t think you will need any.”
“Not everywhere you aren’t,” Krista replied looking at the different kinds.
“I’ve never done that before,” Miranda said. “I don’t think I want to.”
“I didn’t ask,” Krista said, reaching down to grab the kind that said ‘Warming’.
“But…” Miranda started.
“Hush, slut,” Kris
ta said cutting her off as she walked back towards the bed. “Tonight will be a first for both of us.”
Krista grabbed two of the pillows off the bed and took the pillow cases off them. She twirled each of them until they resembled a rope and began to tie them to the headboard.
“Give me your hands,” Krista said.
“But this is ‘The Lovers’ room,” Miranda said, holding her hands against the front of her body as if to protect them. “This isn’t supposed to happen here.”
“Pay attention Miranda,” Krista said. “I know this is new for you, so I’m trying to be patient. It’s new for me too. But this is absolutely your last chance. Give me your hands and don’t question me again, or this song and dance is over.”
Miranda slowly reached up her hands as tears welled in her eyes.
Krista tied one of her wrists using the pillowcase, pulling it tightly against Miranda’s skin.
“Your safe word?” Krista asked, tying Miranda’s other wrist just as tightly to the frame.
“I don’t have one,” Miranda said. “I’ve never needed one.”
“Pick one then,” Krista said.
“Oh god, I can’t think,” Miranda said a panicked note coming to her voice.
“Anything,” Krista said. “As long as you wouldn’t say it normally during sex. The first thing that pops into your mind.”
“Beetlejuice,” Miranda said quickly.
Krista stopped for a second and shook her head. “The first thing that popped into your head was Beetlejuice?”
“I was pressured,” Miranda snapped at her.
“Tsk tsk, naughty girl,” Krista said, borrowing one of her favorite lines from Tyler. “That little outburst is going to cost you.”
“Cost me what?” Miranda asked. “There isn’t anything in here that causes pain.”
Krista stood and walked over to the table and chairs where Miranda had dropped her riding crop.
“Really,” Krista said, bending down to pick it up. She walked back to the bed enjoying the effect of Miranda’s eyes getting wide as she saw the crop. “There’s nothing in here that causes pain?”
“I’m sorry Mistress,” Miranda said a little frantically. “I didn’t mean it. Please don’t.”
Krista laid the crop against the side of Miranda’s face and dragged it down her body until it was nestled in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. With a quick flick of her wrist, the crop left Miranda’s body and came down with sharp sounding smack on Miranda’s pussy.
“Owwww,” Miranda whined. “Krista that hurt!”
Another sharp smack reverberated around the room as Miranda bit down on her lips to keep from crying out.
“I’m sorry Mistress, really,” Miranda said. “Please, I’ll be good.”
“Better, slut,” Krista said, setting the crop to the side. “Now open your legs and be still.”
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, opening her legs. Krista laid on the bed in front of Miranda’s pussy and looked at the way it glistened in the light. She leaned forward and licked along the wet slit, twirling her tongue in a circle around Miranda’s clit.
“Oh god,” Miranda said. “Please Mistress, yes.”
“I don’t know,” Krista said. “I don’t think you have been a very good slut. I don’t know if you deserve a reward.”
“I’ll be better,” Miranda said. “I will be a good slut for you.”
“To be a good slut,” Krista said. “I think you need to lick my pussy. Do you want to be a good slut?”
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “Please let me lick it.”
Krista crawled up the bed and straddled Miranda’s head, keeping her weight distributed on her heels so Miranda could breathe.
“Lick it slut,” Krista said, positioning it right above Miranda’s mouth. “Show me how you want me to lick yours.”
“Will you spread your lips, Mistress?” Miranda asked.
Krista reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips, using her other hand to hold onto the bed frame. Miranda wrapped her lips around Krista’s clit and began sucking it in and out of her mouth with lots of pressure.
“God, slut,” Krista said, feeling her eyes go back in her head a little. “That is good. That’s what you want me to do to yours?”
“Mmm” Miranda moaned, not letting up on the pressure.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Krista said. “Suck it slut. Make me come.”
For the first time that night, there were no obstacles to Krista’s orgasm and she felt it rising up within her.
“Suck harder,” Krista said. “Oh god, Miranda! That’s it. Don’t stop.”
Miranda sucked deeply on Krista’s clit and the pressure continued to build. Krista began to grind into Miranda’s face as she got closer and closer.
“Do it, slut,” she said, “Make me come on your mouth.”
Krista closed her eyes and gloried in the feeling as her body exploded in waves of ecstasy against Miranda’s mouth.
As the tremors coursing through her body subsided, Krista scooted back down the bed to look at Miranda’s pussy. It was even creamier than before and was starting to look a little puffy. She had obviously enjoyed sucking Krista’s slit.
“Your pussy is so wet, slut,” Krista said, turning one of the vibrators on and pushing it slowly into Miranda’s pussy. “You liked that didn’t you? Sucking me off, making me come?”
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, squeezing her hands into tight fists.
Krista began to push the vibrating toy in and out of Miranda.
“And you want me to do it to you now, right?” Krista asked.
“Please Mistress,” Miranda said. “I was a good slut, wasn’t I? Please, yes.”
Krista leaned forward and spread Miranda’s pussy lips with her other hand, still using the first to drive the dildo in and out. She bit down on the area around Miranda’s clit, not too hard, but hard enough to draw a cry from Miranda’s throat. Then she sucked the clit into her mouth, just as Miranda had with lots of pressure pushing it in and out.
“Oh god,” Miranda yelled. “Oh god, it’s so good. Please don’t stop, Mistress. Holy fuck.”
Krista pulled back. “I don’t think you’re ready yet,” Krista said. “I think we need to outfit your ass too, slut.”
“Please Mistress,” Miranda said, tensing instantly and squeezing her eyes shut, “please be gentle.”
Krista pushed Miranda’s knees as far back as they would go, enjoying the visual of Miranda naked and bound, wearing nothing but heels. She poured some of the warming fluid into her hand and began to rub it into the area around Miranda’s virgin opening, brushing against it, but not entering. As the oil started to work, Krista felt Miranda relax. She pushed one finger in and began working it slowly back and forth.
“That’s right,” Krista said softly. “Just relax and concentrate on how it feels as I push inside you, stretching you open and then pull out, leaving you empty.”
Krista worked her finger in and out several times before slowly adding another. Miranda was still really tight. Krista pulled the vibrator out of Miranda’s pussy and placed the vibrating head against Miranda’s clit while she pushed both fingers in and out.
“Oh god,” Miranda moaned. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s good, slut,” Krista said. “You like it don’t you.”
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.
Krista pulled her fingers out of Miranda’s ass and selected a moderately sized vibrator. She turned it on and put the tip of it into Miranda’s ass, letting it rest there for a second while Miranda got used to the larger size. Slowly, she started to move it back and forth, an inch at a time. With each movement, the vibrator went a little deeper, until finally it was deep inside.
Krista pulled the entire vibrator out of Miranda knowing that the full thrust in and out was the most intense. She pushed it all the way back in slowly and pulled it out again waiting a moment. She knew what was comi
ng and wanted Miranda to have to say it.
“Mistress, please,” Miranda begged. “My asshole is throbbing. Put it back in. Please.”
Krista pushed the vibrator all the way in and pulled Miranda’s legs down, effectively locking it in place. She took the other vibrator off Miranda’s clit and inserted it in her pussy. This was going to be one hell of an orgasm and she was almost jealous. She licked Miranda’s puffy pussy and stretched her pussy lips open. Krista sucked the clit into her mouth like she had before, keeping the pressure hard. It didn’t take long for Miranda’s legs to start to shake. The quivering meant she was close. Krista pulled back and reached for the riding crop.
“No Mistress, please,” Miranda said. “I’m so close.”
“I know,” Krista said with a smile, leaning back so she could get a good swat on Miranda’s mound.
“Oooh,” Miranda cried as the crop made contact with her pussy.
Krista leaned back down and began sucking her clit again, stopping just as Miranda’s legs started to tremble. She gave Miranda another swat with the crop and made a pattern of it. Back and forth, sucking and swatting ignoring Miranda as she begged for release.
“Oh please Mistress,” Miranda said. “Please I beg you. I’ll do anything. Please let me come.”
Krista liked the way Miranda begged. It made her happy.
“Anything?” Krista asked.
“Anything Mistress,” Miranda said. “Just please let me come. I’m so close.”
“Are you sure?” Krista asked, slapping the crop against Miranda’s mound.
“Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “Anything you want.”
“I want you to be my slave Miranda,” Krista said. “You can go about your normal life, but anytime I see you, I want you on your knees. It doesn’t matter where it is or who’s around. You will drop to your knees, kiss my feet and beg to be used by me. If I have the time or inclination, I will do it. If not, I will give you other instructions. Do you understand?”
“I can’t Mistress,” Miranda whined. “Please not that. I’m a top.”
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