by Tessa Wanton
“Now, I am sure you’re familiar with this little device. I’ve heard a lot about these things, and…well, I am hoping it lives up to its reputation. You think you might like it? Mmm?”
Cocking her head to one side, she tried to gauge Izzy’s expression, which was rapidly changing like she was struggling with something. But she didn’t use the safeword. Slipping back between her legs, Tessa noted that Isabella was incredibly wet now, her juices dripping down around her butt plug. It won’t be long before she forms a puddle on the bed, she mused, and this certainly won’t help with that particular issue. Tessa switched on the Wand and held it just above the lady’s clit, hovering momentarily before bringing it down gently on her swollen nub. Isabella arched her back in a movement evocative of being in incredible pain, but the moan that escaped her lips belied quite the opposite. Tessa pressed a little harder and rocked the implement back and forth; Isabella’s hips tried to follow, but could only move so much due to the tight restraints. Quickly removing the Wand from her body, Tessa watched as Izzy slumped onto the bed, gasping, chest heaving, and yet she hadn’t even had another orgasm yet. This thing must be more powerful than I thought. At this rate, I’ll have her next orgasm within seconds!
“Oh, Izzy, you look flustered for some reason, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Isabella looked as though she was about to respond, and as she opened her mouth, Tessa grinned broadly and pushed the Wand straight back onto her clit, this time pulling her pussy lips wide so that the implement of her torture would sit completely flat against her. Vibrations buzzed through her hand as she held it in place; she was in awe of the power of this thing, but the thought of how powerful it would be against such swollen, tender flesh sent a tiny shudder through her. One day she would buy one for herself. She simply held it in place, applying gentle pressure and observing, listening, watching each movement, every shriek of pleasure as Isabella writhed beneath her. Even before what Tessa could feasibly estimate as a minute, Izzy was shuddering in another climax, her loud moans filling the room. When she came her whole sex twitched and convulsed.
Tessa removed the Wand to allow Isabella to catch her breath. “My, my…such delicious pleasures. You’re making me positively ache with need. Look at me, Izzy. I’m in control here. Not you.” As Isabella weakly lifted her head, Tessa slid two fingers into her mouth, ensuring Isabella was watching every detail. She pulled her fingers past her moist lips and slipped them slowly inside Isabella. Twisting them slightly inside her, she sought out the same spot Johnny and her Master so easily found inside her. Izzy writhed once more, but to no avail. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“Ah, so that’s the right spot for you then, is it? Perfect.” Tessa pushed the Wand straight back onto her clitoris whilst twisting her fingers deep inside her victim, showing the G-spot more and more attention. Whilst the third orgasm took a little longer than the first two, it didn’t seem to lose any vigor as it roared through Izzy with the power of a tornado. Except Tessa didn’t feel like being kind now. No respite, just continually holding the Wand to her clit, fucking her with her fingers, until she felt satiated in her sadistic desires. Besides, Isabella could use the safeword if she wanted to, and she clearly wasn’t even close to that yet.
A fourth followed very quickly, as did a fifth. To be honest, Tessa had no idea what she was hoping for; however, she considered that maybe she wanted Isabella to ejaculate like she did. She was always curious to see how that would look, but it seemed that it wasn’t going to happen. By the time the sixth relentless orgasm came, Izzy began to beg weakly.
“Please…no more…Tessa, I need to breathe…I cannot take any more…” Yet again, Tessa was relieved she didn’t safeword, but then, she didn’t want to push her any further quite yet, as there was something else that she wanted to try before they concluded their scene.
“As you wish. Perhaps I have been a bit…harsh…but you have been wonderful so far. Maybe we can rest a little before we carry on. I haven’t finished yet; there is something else that I want to try with you.”
Chapter Seven
Kneeling there, watching Isabella, Tessa’s world felt quite alien. It was so unlike her to act this way. But what was like her now? So much had changed, and she was starting to like this new side to her character. She wasn’t prepared to simply place all her trust blindly with whomever decided they wanted to take it on a whim. She still felt a strong connection with her submissive side, though she knew she wouldn’t be ready to partake in that way for a very long time. If she ever gained the confidence to do so again. Her Master flickered into her mind’s eye and the feelings that He instilled flooded through her in an overwhelming jumble of love and betrayal. Would she ever be able to face Him again? Would leaving behind all that they had experienced be the biggest mistake of her life? Then thoughts of Johnny ached painfully in her chest; she missed him a great deal too. There was a lot to be said for being held tenderly in another’s arms, as though you were the most precious thing in his life. Yet here she was now, having trussed up the beautiful blonde lady, sensually torturing her with utter pleasure overload, just like Master had done to her over and over. While all of Tessa’s senses were on fire with lust and need and deviant thoughts, she understood how addictive and potentially twisting that this power could harbor for some people. Sometimes change was extremely good for perspective, even if the circumstances triggering the change were devastating. Pushing away her pangs of longing for Johnny and the yearning of lost passions for her Master, she returned her attention back to the helpless woman in front of her.
“I think that’s long enough, now.” Hopping off the bed, she picked up the strap-on and tried to figure out how to adjust the straps; they would definitely have to be bigger for her thighs than the rather svelte Isabella. Slipping her skirt and panties off, she left her pale lilac blouse, stockings and suspender belt on. Loosening the straps sufficiently, she pulled them up her legs and positioned the now rather daunting-looking dildo ready to slide inside her.
From Isabella’s position, she couldn’t see what Tessa was doing, and added to that, she still seemed like she was recovering. Tessa then eased the rubber phallus slowly against her sex, sighing as it slipped easily inside her, each rib making her shiver as they stretched and teased every last inch of her. Biting her lip to stop any whimpers or moans that threatened to emerge, she secured the strap-on tightly, the huge dildo inside her now unable to shift out of place either. If she had been feeling like she was in an alien world before, this new sensation was truly dumbfounding. The toy hung somewhat menacingly in front of her, another weapon in her armory of pleasure. Kneeling back between Isabella’s legs, she grabbed hold of the dildo and displayed it for Izzy to clearly see.
“Remember this? I know I certainly do. You were very skilled with it. I can’t promise I’ll be so good, but then I have this little thing to help some more orgasms along, don’t I?” Tessa brandished the Magic Wand once more. Isabella’s breathing quickened a great deal now, her eyes wide and staring at her.
“Are you okay with this, Izzy? You do have your safeword, you know. You say it, everything will stop.”
Reciting these words sent a bolt of electricity through her. She was using her Master’s words. Just how much of this scene was a pale imitation of Him?
“No, Tess…it’s all fine,” Isabella said weakly. Perhaps she was enjoying it after all. This thought made Tessa even more determined to push her further. Guiding the strap on to her pussy, she pushed her way inside Isabella, running her nails along the insides of her thighs, scratching lightly. Her quiver made Tessa’s pulse quicken, and she repeated the scraping of her nails along Izzy’s stomach as she continued to slip further into her victim’s pussy. Her movements alone were arousing her, something which, until now, was only a dull throb. Perhaps it was the sinuous movement of her hips, thrusting in and out, rocking back and forth, or perhaps it was the huge toy inside her, it didn’t matter—she could feel a need that she had suppressed ever since the fatef
ul night. She hadn’t come in all of that time, and she was getting to the stage where she wanted to. She needed to. But this session wasn’t finished yet; she wanted another orgasm from Izzy before she let her go.
Thrusting luxuriantly in and out of Izzy, Tessa fumbled for the Wand, flicking it on once more, and then holding it to Izzy’s clit. She visibly jumped as the Wand made contact, and her wails filled the room. They certainly didn’t have the power that they did before; this would be last climax that Tessa would claim for her own. Pounding harder and deeper inside her, Tessa gritted her teeth, the warmth spreading between her legs becoming insistent now. Almost as if Isabella could read her thoughts, she screamed, an agonizingly sweet sound of pleasure and exhaustion. Her body convulsed, and Tessa could feel her sex snatching at the strap-on buried almost to the hilt within her. Tessa had to stop herself, throwing the Wand to one side and pulling the strap-on out of Isabella and desperately trying to entangle it from her wanton body. Drawing the dildo from herself was agonizing as she felt the twinge of a growing orgasm with each rib slipping from inside her. Fighting back tears for the second time this afternoon, she quickly set to untying Isabella, loosening the bindings at the top of the bedposts, dragging the rope from the D-rings of her cuffs and allowing her legs and arms to fall naturally to rest.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the enormity of what she’d done, Tessa sat slumped on the edge of the bed, balling her fists, digging her nails into her palms in an attempt to distract herself.
“Izzy…I…feel so lost. Tell me what I should do? Please?”
“Tess…You were amazing, you could be a Domme, yet, you know that? I saw the fire in your eyes as the thoughts popped into your mind, but now…take some time to yourself. What is it you need right now?”
Tessa felt Isabella’s arms wrapping tenderly around her. She needed that for sure, but what she really needed to do was to come. It was the strongest desire she had felt in an unfathomably long time. She needed the escape from her mind and body, even just for one, beautiful moment shared with someone she trusted.
“Little one…tell me what you’re thinking? I can at least try to give you what you need, in any way that you want.”
“Izzy…I need to come…” Flushing deep red, Tessa tried to cover her flaming cheeks with her hair.
“Then I will provide. You are still in control, perhaps not sadistically now, my dear, but I can guarantee you’ll like what I have in mind, and it is a particular favorite of mine…” Isabella took Tessa’s hand and pulled her onto the bed.
“Sit on my chest, then when you are ready, slide onto my face. You can see my eyes, you can feel that power, but I can also make you come in the most delicious of ways. Consider it a reward for your amazing talents earlier.” And she flashed Tessa a half smile. Tessa considered perhaps she was trying to make her laugh. Isabella lay down and pulled her gently by the hand again.
“Don’t be shy. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”
So Tessa straddled Isabella’s head and slowly lowered herself into place. Her thighs trembled with the sensation of Izzy’s hair tickling the skin of such sensitive areas, but once more, the throb of her arousal bloomed throughout her. Izzy was right; she was going to enjoy this.
Resting her hands on her thighs so as not to suffocate her, Tessa watched in awe as Isabella’s tongue darted from between her full lips, slowly licking up and down her dripping pussy. The sensation was breathtaking, her own gasps were deafening to her, the pounding of her heart beating loudly in her ears. Before long Tessa couldn’t remain still, her body demanding, grinding her hips into Isabella’s face, the contours of her lips, jaw and cheeks stimulating her swollen flesh even more.
Isabella’s skilled tongue pushed Tessa closer and closer to the edge of what her body could resist. She didn’t want to hold back any longer. Izzy looked so beautiful as she watched her, yet she was clearly exhausted from the forced orgasms she had been tortured with. Finally allowing herself to let go, Tessa threw her head back and cried out a loud, primal scream of release. All the pain and anguish of the previous days was finally free, no longer twisting and rotting deep within her. She had needed this almost as much as the air she breathed. Climaxing hard over the elegant lady’s face, Isabella kept licking and teasing her swollen lips, deftly parting them with the tip of her tongue, then circling her oversensitive clitoris.
Reaching down and tightly grasping a handful of the silken blonde hair, Tessa felt as though she was toppling into her azure pools, so deep that as she came again, she could simply wail as she finally collapsed in a heap beside her on the bed. Panting, desperately trying to regain her breath, Tessa looked across at Isabella, her lips and face, glistening with her come. Leaning across, they kissed deeply, passionately.
“Thank you so much. You have no idea, Izzy…no idea…” As the tears began to stream for the last time, she knew resolutely that it was time to make the decisions for her future, to heal.
Chapter Eight
It felt strange knocking on the door to her own flat, but it seemed the most sensible thing to do, considering the state she knew Johnny would be in. He’d left a rather cryptic message on her mobile about a week after the incident, saying he got some important news he had to tell her about face to face, and it would change everything in their lives. Make everything right once and for all. She’d contemplated ignoring it, but something about his tone—an unbridled excitement—intrigued her and brought a smile to her lips. Something she hadn’t done for a while. She’d texted him the next day, agreeing to meet him at the flat to talk, but not promising anything by it, just simply to hear what he had to say.
Preparing for the meeting, Tessa had tried to cover up the scar and the bruises with makeup the best she could. The swelling had gone down considerably, but the bruises were deep yellow and purple and did look rather shocking, so even though she’d coated them thickly with foundation, they shone through regardless. She’d become used to people staring at her in the streets over the past few days. “Look at that poor lady,” she’d heard one child say to his mother. But she refused to hide away from society—just from the two men who’d done this to her. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
Her heart thudding hard in her chest, she felt a little dizzy as she waited for Johnny to answer the door. What was taking so long? She sighed with relief as the door opened carefully and she saw Johnny standing there in a smart shirt and his best jeans. He’d clearly just shaved, and he smelled of her favorite aftershave, Joop for men. He would have looked the most handsome she’d ever seen him except for the deep hollows that circled his eyes. They also lacked his usual sparkle of mischief, and this lack of life was mirrored by the sallow and drawn appearance of his skin. He looked like hell. She thought she might have felt some satisfaction for the obvious anguish he’d been feeling and clearly still was, but instead she felt a sharp pang of regret that her lack of contact had a part in making him feel like that. No time to lament now, however, as he wanted to share something with her, and if he was right, it would change their lives forever. She had no reason to doubt his intentions; Johnny wasn’t prone to exaggeration.
They stood staring at each other for at least a minute, neither able to say anything to the other. She felt him scrutinizing her face and she could almost hear him screaming at himself for the shocking sight he now saw.
“Johnny…” She couldn’t utter anything further as she lowered her eyes, but it had broken the silent impasse.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me, Tess. I…um, come in, um, I’ve tried to keep the place nice for you. If there’s anything out of place, just tell me, I’ll change it. It’s been hell without you here, um…” The words just fell from his lips, almost garbling together with the speed.
“It’s okay, J. It’s your home too; you’re not just house-sitting.” She half smiled at him as she walked past him into the hallway. Passing through to the lounge, she noted with satisfaction that he had indeed been looking after their flat—most likely
scrubbing every inch every opportunity he had. He was always a neat, clean housemate anyway; she’d no doubt he’d gone over the top this time to impress her. It had worked.
“Drink, honey?”
She turned to see him looking at her expectantly and remembered how much she missed hearing him call her that. Missed all of the endearments he used for her, even when some of them got absolutely ridiculous, almost like a game to see how unique a name he could come up with for her. She nodded slowly.
“Just Diet Coke, please. I can’t have anything stronger yet.” She shrugged noncommittally, shifted her gaze to the side, and continued, “What with the drugs, you know…they’re quite strong painkillers. Alcohol really doesn’t agree with them.” Stepping away from him, she entered the lounge, taking in the precisely placed cushions on the armchair and the sofa. He really had made sure everything was exactly so. Feeling a bit uncomfortable about the prospect of messing up all of his hard work, she perched on the edge of the seat of the chair and clasped her hands in her lap. She was definitely more nervous than she thought she’d be, and she had clearly missed him a considerable deal more than she’d realized. His appearance shocked her; she’d thought somehow he would have handled their time apart more easily. What shocked her even more was that she was pleased he hadn’t. Maybe there could be a future for them after all. She started suddenly as she realized that while deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed Johnny standing right by her, offering her the drink.
“Ah—thank you, J. Sorry, I didn’t hear you…well, you know.” She reached out and took the glass from him, their eyes locking once more. Her heart leaped into her throat as the sorrow he felt rolled from him in waves; his need for her ran so much deeper than she’d ever realized. He had never stopped loving her.
