Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia (13 page)

She stepped into her Giueseppe Zanotti suede platform ankle boots and checked her makeup in the mirror. She’d put on more eye makeup then she’d ever worn before, rimming her green eyes with black in a slightly Egyptian way a la Liz Taylor in Cleopatra, but not that far out. She’d applied red lipstick and then gloss. Her lips looked slippery, like she’d just licked a nice pussy. Her hair was done up in a French twist and skewered with chopsticks—this too was something new. Willow’s hair was always worn down when she went to see her mistress.

She nodded at the mirror in satisfaction, flung on a 1960’s vintage Chanel Chinese-inspired coat, grabbed her clutch, and headed for the door.

She arrived a few minutes early and waited nervously for her phone to show the correct time so that she could ring the bell.

Sophia waited on the other side of the door. She could see Willow through the peephole and was surprised by her updo. And she wondered what was under the coat. She wasn’t surprised that Willow waited. Willow always arrived early and always waited for the exact time to ring the bell. She was such a good girl!

Sophia was naked but for thigh-high black patent leather stiletto boots and fingerless leather gloves that ended just above her elbows. She also wore a black lace eye mask she’d found on, of all places, Etsy.com.

The clock struck 9 and the doorbell rang.

Sophia waited thirty seconds then pulled the door open. Willow stepped inside.

“Take off your coat.”

Willow unbuttoned the coat and let it drop to the floor.

Sophia had to stop herself from showing any emotion. Willow looked FUCKING HOT. Sophia had thought Willow would splurge on some La Perla or something ... she wasn’t expecting Willow to dive into fetish attire.

“I’m pleased.”

Willow flushed with happiness.

“Turn.”

Seeing the back of the paddle skirt caused a surge of juices to flow in Sophia’s cunt.

Oh, my, my, my.

“Follow.”

Sophia led Willow back into the bedroom. A black patent leather under-bust corset was laid out on the bed.

“Put this on me.”

Willow picked up the corset and wrapped it around her mistress’s waist. Sophia held the sides while Willow began to expertly lace it. She pulled it tight; she knew her mistress’s tastes when it came to corsets.

“Bring me that paddle.”

Willow went to the bed and picked up the new paddle. She handed it wordlessly to Sophia, her pussy lips plumping with anticipation.

“Bring me the stretcher bar.”

Willow went to the closet and took out the stretcher bar. She took it to Sophia and waited.

Both Sophia and Willow knew the next several steps in this part of the game but Sophia was always pleased that Willow never stepped ahead, always followed protocol.

“Take the bar and stand over by that wall with your back to me.”

Willow obeyed.

Sophia came up behind her, took the spreader bar and strapped it to one and then the other of Willow’s ankles.

“Hold on to the wall.”

Willow leaned forward slightly placing the flats of her hands against the wall and jutting her ass out.

Beautiful, she’s beautiful,
Sophia thought as she brought the padded side of the paddle down onto those luscious ass cheeks peeking out from the straps of the paddling skirt. One stroke, two, three gentle ones to get Willow warmed up, then some with a little more force. Then the real treat began as Sophia brought her full strength into the swings and gave Willow a mighty fine paddling, turning the creamy white skin to hot pink. Sophia observed how Willow’s juices were sliding down the girl’s thighs and allowed herself a little smile of satisfaction. Then she turned the paddle over and began again.

Willow’s head was about to explode with joy. Her mistress had liked the outfit, had strapped her into one of her favorites, the spreader bar, and was now whaling away on her with a new paddle. How could things get better? But they did, they did, because Mistress had paused and then began again with the other side of the paddle, this side rough, so that the pain and pleasure Willow felt now blended into an indescribably delectable feeling that took her breath away. She was dangerously close to coming.

As if sensing this, Sophia stopped spanking Willow and walked away.

“Remove the spreader and come to me.”

Willow reached down, unbuckling the spreader, then went to her Mistress, her nipples bursting out of the red latex peephole bra.

Sophia reclined on the bed, pillows propping her up.

“Step closer and lean down.”

Willow stepped to her mistress and leaned over her. Sophia licked Willow’s left nipple while her hand tugged at the right one. Willow stood as still as she could as her body surged with a tidal wave force climax. She lifted up slightly on her toes and swallowed back a moan as it rippled over and over, causing her hips to jerk slightly even though she willed her body to be still.

Sophia was pleased. She released both nipples, picked up the new clamps, then applied them to Willow’s nipples. Then she took one of the little protruding sticks in her mouth and tugged gently. The clamp bit down into Willow’s titty and Willow went rigid. Sophia did the same with the other nip. Willow was on the slippery slope of too much pain, but she wanted so much to please her Mistress Sophia, she refused to ask for less punishment. After a moment, she found she could take the pain.

Sophia got on her hands and knees on the bed and thrust her ass up high, exposing her beautiful bald pussy, the lips pink, moist, swollen.

“Eat me out. And Willow, this time, don’t follow protocol. Eat me any way you wish. Make me happy.”

Willow started. She was amazed. No tick tock metronome licking? And her mistress waxed bare! Just for her? Just for her. This was really something new. Willow moved shakily to the bed and began to lick Sophia’s perfect lips and thighs and ass. Tentatively, she circled her asshole, unsure of what pressure to use, what techniques would please…then she decided to please herself, what else could she do? She’d eat out her mistress as she’d always fantasized about eating her out. Fully. Deeply. Roughly. And she hoped with all her heart that her Mistress would approve.

Her tongue dove into that asshole and she pushed as hard as she could, fucking Sophia deeply. She swirled around and out and in again. She spread Sophia’s cheeks roughly with her hands, opening her up, making her more accessible, and then she fucked in and out with her tongue like a little dagger. After several strokes, she pulled out, made her tongue flat, and lapped at the puckered asshole. Next she moved down and lapped flat-tongued against her mistress’s beautiful cunt. She rolled her tongue up and over the exposed pink lips, savoring every drop of juice. Then she pulled away and started in again with the softest of tongues, gentle licks on Sophia’s ass cheeks, then little nibbles, barely bites. Sophia raised her ass up just a fraction, and that was all Willow needed to know her mistress was enjoying herself. Willow nibbled some more, then lapped, then she reached her hand up and spread Sophia’s lips wide open. She laid her tongue in the folds and dragged it, full-length, along Sophia’s cunt. Sophia bucked against Willow’s tongue, then flipped over and pulled Willow’s head between her legs.

“Make me come hard.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Willow murmured against Sophia’s cunt lips.

Sophia felt Willow’s tongue on her lips, inside her, around her clit, licking just to the left then just to the right of her clit, driving her insane.
Lick the clit, lick the clit, lick the clit!
Willow continued meandering around Sophia’s clit, getting nearer with each pass, but never touching that glorious little knob. Her hands worked Sophia’s lips, tugging and massaging them, pushing them open and shut.

Sophia was being driven to distraction. She couldn’t believe it, but she didn’t think she could take much more.

Then she caved. “Now. Please your mistress, now.”

Willow obeyed—and, laying her tongue flat, lapped at Sophia’s clit once, twice, and with the third swipe felt her mistress rise up off the bed and convulse against her. Sophia jammed Willow’s head deeper into her pussy, cutting off oxygen to the girl as the waves flung her forward over and over again. Finally she fell back spent.

After a long moment, Sophia murmured, “Make me a martini.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Willow bounced off the bed and headed for the bar.

Sophia took a sip and then a swallow. “Nice.”

Willow beamed.

“Bring me the box on top of that dresser.”

Willow retrieved the box and brought it to Sophia, then she knelt down next to the bed.

“Take off your boots. These are for you.”

Willow took off her suede boots and took the box from Sophia. She opened the lid and swooned when she saw the lovely red ballerina fetish shoes.

22

W
ILLOW LAY FACE-UP
on the bed, once more in the spreader bar, and now with her new shoes on. The shoes had a nine-inch tall heel so the wearer was constantly pitched forward. Willow had to have her mistress assist her with walking in the new shoes. She would practice later at home, the trick was to stay only on the tips of your toes, no mean feat, but Willow was determined to master the technique so she could further please Mistress Sophia.

She was strapped in, her ankles three feet apart, her spanking skirt crumpled on the floor. Her arms were tied together over her head to the bed frame. She still wore the latex bra, her nips, jutting forth, imprisoned by the clips. Mistress Sophia took the little stick of the right nipple clamp and sucked slowly, the clamp tightening further on Willow’s already sore nipple. Unable to hold back, she cried out, “Oh, Mistress! Please loosen the clamp! Oh, please! I can’t take it!” Sophia tapped the nipple gently, sending a wave of pain through Willow’s body, then she released it slightly, and then a bit more. She did the same with the other nipple, first increasing the pain, then reeling back. There was no sense in causing too much pain this early in the evening. Willow sighed with relief—and just a bit of disappointment. Her nipples throbbed, but a small part of her wished the clamps had been left on, and left on tight, maybe even tighter still. She wanted her titties to be bitten into. She pictured them black-and-blue, and her pussy pulsed with the thought.

Mistress Sophia stood at the end of the bed with a long suede whip in her hands. She tapped the whip against her palm and then began to tease it down Willow’s body from the top of her head, across her face and opened mouth, down her long white neck, slithering all over those beautiful breasts with the now angry red nipples, down her belly and finally pulled down between her legs onto her pussy. Then again. And again. Each pass made with just a hair more pressure. The tension built in Willow.

Do it already! Whip me! Flail that thing!

Another pass of the whip, still gentle, following the same path, touching her eyes, pausing at her lips—her mouth opening to taste the suede—down her neck over her breasts, her sore nipples feeling the sting as the suede slithered over them, down her belly and finally, finally against her soft cunt. Oh, sweet torture!

Willow didn’t move. She knew one twitch, one move toward the whip would mean Mistress Sophia would walk away, walk out of the room, and come back only when she felt Willow had learned her lesson. Willow toyed with the idea ... get punished by having Mistress Sophia stop or get punished by having her continue?

Sophia teased the whip across Willow a few more times, then she began to slowly whip the girl across her tits. Willow moaned with pleasure. Without thinking, she raised up, the better to feel the whip, and Mistress Sophia stopped and, just as Willow had known she would, strode out of the room.