Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia (22 page)

Willow knelt next to them and Sophia began strapping in first one ankle and then the other.

“Give me your wrists.”

Willow’s hands came back behind her and Sophia strapped the right wrist to the left ankle bar and the left wrist to the right ankle bar. Sophia stepped back. Willow looked up at her from her kneeling position, already close to coming—these types of bondage devices just did that to the poor girl.

Sophia strode over to the dresser and took a red long stemmed rose out of a milky white vase. She brought the rose over to Willow and began caressing her with the opened bloom, the silky feel of the rose raising goose bumps on Willow’s arms, legs, and breasts.

Mistress Sophia raised the rose and brought it down onto Willow’s shoulder blade. She raised it again and brought it down against her back. She continued languidly whipping Willow with the rose until it began to drop its petals onto the floor. When the rose had lost all its petals Mistress Sophia began to strike a bit harder aiming for the fleshy bits.

Whack, whack, whack. The stem came down over and over, Willow feeling it, tingling slightly from it. After a series of passes, she leaned down next to Willow and whispered into her ear, “Some harder ones now and then some really hard ones, ones with the bite of thorns.” In response, Willow sucked in her breath.

“Oh, we need something under you for this ... ” Sophia brought a big black pleather-upholstered foam wedge and arranged it in front of Willow, then gently leaned the girl forward into it.

She picked up the rose stem and struck, once, twice, three times on the meaty flesh of Willow’s ass, three times on her inner thighs, three more on the backs of her upper arms, in and around the X of the hog tie bars. Then, as promised, the next swat landed on her ass and she felt a thorn bite—a lovely nibble from the rose. More followed until her ass and thighs were covered with tiny pinpricks of blood and a scattering of tiny welts.

Willow’s pussy was dripping so fiercely, a small puddle had formed beneath her. Mistress Sophia took the stem and very gently pulled it across Willow’s cunt lips. They were so slick, the stem glided through smoothly, a thorn only catching twice—and with just a pinch of pain.

The next thing Willow felt was her mistress’s mouth on her pussy, lapping at her, drilling her, her mistress’s teeth tugging oh-so-softly on her pussy and her ass cheeks. The exquisite sensation of teeth and tongue and hot breath on her, all over her, her arms and legs immobilized in the restraints.

Willow allowed her lover full access and total permission to do with her as she pleased, trusting in Mistress Sophia to treat her with the perfect blend of pain and pleasure, just the right level of sensation to blow her mind.

No one has ever made love to me like Mistress Sophia.
She searched her mind for words ...
exquisite, fantastic, sensational, amazing ...
They all seemed so pale, so small ...

Words were unable to encompass the feelings that welled in her whenever Sophia strapped her into restraints, put her in a ball gag, blindfolded her, tied her to the bed, used the spreader bar on her, inserted dildos inside her waiting cunt and ass, caressed and then beat her with a flogger, a paddle, her hand.

Oh, her hands! On me, in me ... from the front, from behind, massaging, squeezing, pinching, pulling, grabbing, tickling, flicking, rubbing ... and her mouth ... everywhere ... in me ... our tongues twisting and dancing around each other, Sophia’s tongue darting into my ear, teasing my asshole, diving in, twirling around in my pussy, lapping, sucking, nipping, my lips swelling with the touch ...

And now, now, briefly, the stem caressed her ass and her pussy, and then Sophia’s hand was on her and in her, her other hand on her waist, guiding her gently back and forth as her fingers worked her, the stem of the rose resting on her back. Willow’s breathing came faster as Sophia’s skilled fingers found her G-spot and massaged, came out and in again, and out and in again, lathering her up. Willow’s pussy clenched at the fingers, pulling them deeper inside her, then releasing so her hole opened wider, so she could be filled up, stuffed. Sophia’s mouth assaulted her asshole now, and Willow opened here too, wanting to accept that darting tongue, Sophia’s thumb, her finger, a butt plug or dildo. Whatever her mistress deemed she needed, she deserved, filling her up so full, raising the tension in her body until she thrummed with it, going up, up, she couldn’t go any further ... but no, the fingers working, the tongue flicking. Her ass, her lips, her tits so responsive, thrumming harder, harder ... up, up, up ...

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” Willow sobbed, nearly in a panic from the intensity, yet wanting it to continue for as long as possible—this sweet, sweet space, this entire world of sensation. Up ... up ... until, finally, she simply could take no more and waves of that indescribable flood cascaded over her, over her, over her. And her brain was mush. Everything was absent then. The great white nothing—or was it black?

Sophia unbuckled the restraints. Willow’s body lay still for so long that Sophia bent down to make sure she was still breathing. Then she went over to the other side of the bed and lay next to the prostrate
girl. Looking at her lying there
—
Willow’s face, hidden by a fan of her hair, just the tip of her nose peeking out, her shoulders looking so delicate, so vulnerable, her limbs, a jumble, lying where they fell when Sophia removed the bars—Sophia felt a rush of affection.

Is this love?

Willow stirred and turned. Sophia reached out and stroked Willow’s hair and her cheek. Willow’s eyes were glassy and her mouth hung slack.

“You just destroyed me ... you totally annihilated me.” Then Willow rose up and threw her arms around Sophia. “Thank you! Thank you!”

Sophia hugged Willow back, the game totally abandoned, as she pulled the girl to her, holding her tightly, wanting to hold her tightly like this for a very long time. She smelled the girl’s hair against her face, inhaling the fragrance of honey and lily she had come to know and love. She pulled back and stroked Willow’s cheek, giving it an affectionate pinch, then pulled her close again.

“Would you like to go to Paris?” she whispered into Willow’s ear.

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