by Lexie X
She had no time to ask. A rough hand gripped her hair and pulled her face forward.
Finding her nose pressed against soft slickness, she angled her head to bring her chin up. With her body bound in place by the blankets, she was forced to rely purely on her mouth. Giving those slick smooth lips a few pressed kisses, she worked her way up her girlfriend's warm slit. Her own body mirrored the warmth and wetness she found along the way, filling her thighs with a growing heat made intense by the tight covers.
Isabella pulled her hair harder, bringing a sharp pain. "Use your tongue," she commanded, keeping her voice just above a whisper. "I want you to get off to licking me."
Not quite believing herself, Piper gave a meek reply. "Then pull my hair harder."
"Oh?"
The subsequent pull nearly brought tears to Piper's eyes and she gasped lightly with pain and pleasure.
"Quiet!" came the next order. Isabella squeezed her thighs together.
Bound tightly by blankets, her head caught in a vice between two flexed thighs, and her hair gripped to the point of pain, she gave in to the wave of humiliated excitement flooding through her. She'd been angry with Isabella, but, now, that anger's impotence only served to arouse her. Unable to resist her own fiery urges, she parted her lips and slid her tongue up between her girlfriend's waiting labia.
She knew she was lost the moment that familiar addictive sweetness hit her senses. Immediately sinking back into that warm, wet, and intimate world that had come to be the foundation of her life, she closed her eyes and let the trained bliss radiate in her head and between her legs; her body responded pre-emptively to what a year of sex and obsession had taught it. Tensing her thighs, she worked herself in that difficult sideways pattern of stimulation that sometimes allowed her to get off without directly touching herself.
Thrusting her tongue deep, she enjoyed the intimate folds within and the little shiver her penetration caused above. She felt silken walls squeeze her tongue as Isabella clenched her inner muscles, and she pushed her tongue harder against that resistance. Somewhere in the darkness above, the blonde gasped a little and then cut herself off as she remembered the need for quiet.
Opening her eyes despite seeing almost nothing, Piper found a focus for her resentment and lust: she would force her girlfriend to scream or moan and give away their relationship. Savannah was surely passed out drunk on the other side of the apartment, but Maisy's room was just through the wall.
Spreading her mouth wide, she lightly took Isabella's entire smooth mound under her rounded lips. While sucking gently with her whole mouth, she put the strength of her neck behind her tongue and pressured her girlfriend's clit with repeated licks. Isabella's thighs tensed harder around her head and the grip in her hair grew more painful.
Sensing she was on the right track, Piper moved her mouth down slightly to use her upper lip to press against Isabella's clit. Pressing her chin deeply into her girlfriend's sex, she thrust her tongue in as far as she could and then curled it upward to press against a little spot she knew very well.
Isabella's inner walls responded by clenching instinctively around her tongue, and the blonde herself had to use her free hand to keep herself from squealing.
Charged up by the intimate reactions of the feminine body sitting on her face, Piper had to use all her focus to keep her difficult tongue maneuvers going while the pleasure in her own body began intensifying. Keeping her tongue penetrating squeezing silken walls was tiring, but she was determined.
Above her, Isabella's tummy tensed tightly and she gave an involuntary gasping moan. Immediately, she grabbed a pillow, brought it to her mouth, and bit down on it—but the sound had been unmistakable, and a few creaks radiated through the wall as Maisy shifted in her bed.
Had she heard? Intent on making sure she did, Piper fought through the pain and rising pleasure to strengthen the efforts of her tongue.
Isabella gave a muffled scream into her pillow. Her thighs squeezed together painfully around her captive's head and she bent forward against the wall.
For nearly a minute, Piper kept her girlfriend in a state of ecstasy, forcing a series of muffled squeals and moans out of her. The close intimate heat and sopping wetness of a gorgeous girl getting off against her face would normally have been enough to kick off her own orgasm, but she held back to keep her focus.
Finally, Isabella lifted one leg and fell to the side. Curling up next to her captive, she took several minutes of ragged breathing to recover.
Piper waited, burning at the edge of need—
—but Isabella got up, slid her shorts on in the darkness near the bed, and then snuck back out without a word.
Frustrated, miffed, and unceremoniously left to her own devices, she pushed her blankets off and freed herself from her cocoon prison.
She'd always shared a dark twisted bond with Isabella that often involved humiliation and torture, but, during the last two weeks, the blonde had really been pushing the line—and her drunken assault and abandonment no longer felt twisted or arousing. It just seemed plain mean.
And yet, she was already worked up enough to keep going. Reaching a hand down along a sheen of tummy sweat brought forth by the tight blankets, she slid her fingers underneath her panties. Already soaked and heated, she wasted no time, and began rubbing her own mound at a rapid pace. Her thoughts focused on the scent, taste, and feel of what she'd just done with her tongue. Her girlfriend's soft body, perfect pink sex, and beautiful little reactions to pleasure fueled her fantasies.
Did Isabella still feel the same way?
They'd shared such an incredible summer. It'd basically been a three-month sex holiday for all the fooling around they'd done. Isabella had even got really into it, truly enjoying her body and pleasuring her in return. But what had Jessie said the other day? A straight girl is still a straight girl no matter how much pussy she eats?
She desperately didn't want that to be true, but the thought of Isabella growing cold and distant hurt her, and that pain greatly augmented the pleasure coursing through her body at the behest of her rapidly rubbing fingers.
It would devastate her if their relationship was to end, but would Isabella still use her as a slave the way they'd started out a year ago? It filled her with immense pain and enormous pleasure to think about how emotionally crushed she'd be—and yet still unable to say no, and still weirdly proud to be such a gorgeous blonde's secret pussy licker.
She could imagine Isabella going out to the club dancing with friends or out on a date with some guy and then coming back for quick, callous, and emotionless relief against her waiting fingers and tongue—fingers and tongue that were still eager despite the enormous convoluted pain in her heart.
As she built the pressure of her bliss to a veritable explosion waiting to burst inside her, another of Jessie's warnings occurred to her: wasn't this exactly what Isabella had set out to do? Turn her into a willing slave to the mere chance of getting at a girl's intimate slickness? Make her crave the act, make her addicted to licking pussy?
And that was another thing that Isabella had said: she'd even know about it, know that it had been purposefully done to her, and know the painful inescapability of her situation, and she would still like it. Isabella had stated all this, and, somehow, that was exactly where she found herself: completely and utterly powerless.
The orgasm tore through her with a searing intensity, burning her muscles and setting her nerves afire. Thrashing up and down in bed, she bucked against her own hand and soared up into pure bliss. Desperate for breath, she panted hard and then clamped her mouth shut to keep from moaning.
Almost at her limit, she realized with amazement and fear that her body was ready to offer up another orgasm before the first had even fully ended. Focusing on how painfully powerless her fantasy made her feel, she really let the humiliation and agony hit home, which sent her exploding pleasure to a whole new level that blanked her thoughts and shrank her world to nothing but rubbing fingers, pulsing
ecstasy, and shame.
"Piper?" someone asked from her open door.
Immediately she forced herself down to the bed and pulled the covers up, her entire body burning with the pain of interrupted orgasm.
It was Maisy, standing in nearly impenetrable gloom. "You ok in here?"
She let her heart beat a few more times before she felt confident in speaking. "Yeah?"
"I thought I heard Isabella moving around," she explained, speaking just above a whisper. "I noticed she's been pretty mean to you. I thought you two were friends and already knew each other before moving in here?" She made to enter.
"No. I mean yes. We're fine, I think," Piper blurted, trying not to sound like she'd just gotten off in an incredible way—twice. "She just didn't realize which room was hers because she was drunk."
"Oh."
A moment of confused silence passed.
"Alright," Maisy finally said. "Good night…"
Just before she turned back into her own room, she paused briefly.
Piper hoped, quite fiercely, that her roommate hadn't noticed the seemingly blatant smell of sex.
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Piper's Humiliation
A cold and distant Isabella increasingly takes advantage of her submissive girlfriend, binding her and forcing her to pleasure, ordering her to serve as a living sex doll for a friend, and generally commanding her around like things have gone back to the first few months of their relationship. Is Isabella finally making good on her promise to leave Piper as a broken and desperate craver of girl sex, or is something else going on?
Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, first times between girls, and a long, salacious buildup and payoff.
This is Part 16 of "Steps to Submission", following Piper's descent into sexuality and depravity at the hands of her roommate.
