Do You Think I’m Stupid? – F/F BDSM

It started with a text.

You need to fuck yourself with your biggest toy and send me proof.

Well it’ll have to be once I get home?

Do you think I’m stupid?

No, Goddess.

I think you think I’m stupid.

No, of course not, Goddess.

Why would I order you to fuck yourself at work? Do I want you to lose your job?

No, Goddess. I’m sorry, Goddess.

You’re sorry? I don’t think you really are. You will be though. Be ready for me when I get home tonight.

Yes, Goddess.

When I got home, you were in place, face down on our bed. You’d put yourself in the ankle restraints and your hands were threaded through the wrist restraints. Your pale skin still carried a few marks from our last session. Your pale skin and round ass were beautiful. Your breasts spilled out to both side from where you lay on them. I knew your dark nipples were hard from where they rubbed the sheets and from your dirty thoughts. I could see a damp spot on our light blue sheets already from where you were leaking onto them. The waning sunlight from outside our window made the dew on your red, full lips shine.

I walked up to the bed and made sure the wrist and ankle restraints were tight but didn’t bind or pinch. You said nothing, your eyes buried in a pillow, your mouth and nose unobstructed. Your dark hair was tied into two ponytails the way I liked it.    

I nodded and then went over to the armoire. It was locked, not because we had any little ones running around. They were all gone off on their own. It added to the formality and when we had guests it certainly prevented snoopers from seeing this part of our life. It was challenge enough to be lesbians in this part of the country.

I unlocked the treasure trove with the key around my neck and slid out the series of drawers. Then I opened the side that held a few special outfits. As I contemplated, in the absolute silence of our bedroom, I began unbuttoning the high collared dress I wore. I was proud of my figure but saw no reason to advertise it so I dressed modestly. The cool air felt good on my heated skin. Soon I wore nothing but the dark blue bra cupping my small, slightly sagging breasts and the panties, damp from my arousal. I decided that I would forego the outfit. This was about teaching you a lesson. It was about punishment and pain. Pleasure would come later and perhaps then we would dress up a bit.

I pulled the dark red flogger, with its ray skin wrapped handle. You got it for us when we went to Japan. The red leather cords were plaited with a precision that held up even after so much use. 

I turned towards your prone body and suspected I saw your head move. “You’ve pleased me with your readiness. I can smell how aroused you are. Your beauty has pleased me for a dozen years. Your obedience only makes you more beautiful to me. Are you ready for your correction?”

You knew better than to speak. You simply nodded and held yourself still.

I walked to the edge of the bed and climbed on it. There was plenty of room for me to sit or kneel beside you and do what I wanted. Instead, I moved between your legs and knelt there so I could see your quivering cunt and your curvaceous ass. I lay the flogger on your body, handle cradled by your cheeks and tails draped across your back.

You shivered as the tool touched you.

I could tell that you wanted to move, to speak, to moan. But you held your tongue. I brought my right hand up and down, the smack of flesh on flesh ringing in the silence of the room.

“One, Goddess.”

I nodded. You knew what to do. Of course, you did. My hand stung lightly, but it felt as good to me as I knew the pain radiating out from your ass did. I brought my hand up and down four more times and each time you counted it out, voice even. Kneeling as I did I could smell and see the evidence of the pleasure it brought you, but we both knew this was the beginning.

“Are you wearing the clamps?”

You nodded.

I didn’t check. I could see the chain of the one on your clit and I knew it led the the pair clamped to your nipples. The silvery chain warmed by now to the temperature of your flesh. I reached under your pussy and fished out the length of slack available to me. It slid easily against the sheets and your skin. The well-made steel was as pliable as silk in its own way. I tugged sharply and you hissed for the first time.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, Goddess.”

I smiled and tugged again. “Are you green?”

“I am green, Goddess.”

I smiled again and tugged much harder. “Are you still green?”

“Yes, Goddess.” There were tears in your voice but I knew they were as much from joy as anything.

I picked up the flogger and began whipping your ass and thighs with a steady rhythm. The sound made my own pussy throb in time. The sight of the lines crisscrossing your skin made my own darker skin tingle. After ten counts, I lay the flogger down and tested your damp core. You were as wet as ever. We were both nearing the age where dryness was a concern, but there was lube nearby for when we need it. I slid three fingers into you and you whimpered softly.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, Goddess.”

“I know you don’t.” I picked up the flogger again and together we counted out ten more, these stripes marking your back. “Are you green?”

“Yes, Goddess.” The hard g was a stutter. I saw your body and knew that you were close. You knew not to beg but I could feel your desire in the heat of your skin and in the way your muscles twitched.   

I lay the flogger aside and began stroking your legs and back. The warmth of your skin and the way your skin flinched like a horse’s flank stirred me. I may deny you an orgasm right away, but I had my needs. I got off of the bed and walked back to our toy chest. The dildo I pulled out had a nice curve and was thick enough. Its ribs and veins were pronounced but not gaudy. I took a leather harness out with it and walked back over the bed. With practiced moves, I lashed it to the thickest part of your right thigh.

Soon a cock sprouted from the back of your leg. “Your body will serve as the platform for my pleasure. I will not allow you pleasure today, but you will be my toy.” The rhythm of my speech was that of a priest but the lust in my heart dripped from my tongue. I took the lube with a slight tremor in my hand and squirted it onto the dark shaft. I worked my hand up and down, tugging hard and knowing from your moan that some of the lube touched your skin. It must have felt like water sizzling on cast iron.    

Satisfied, I swung a leg over yours and guided the head of the shaft between my lips. I sighed as it went straight to my g spot. The knee between your thighs touched your hot sex. As I rocked and rode the strap on, my bony flesh drove into yours harder and harder. The squelching noises from between both sets of legs was delicious in the silent house.

You panted and I grunted. “You will not come. You will not come.” My chant was almost more for myself than you. I was already so close to the tipping point from my love for you and your obedience to me. As I got nearer to my orgasm I began hitting and scratching your ass, working over that tender skin.

You began to wail and cry your apologies and your thankfulness for my love of you.

Finally, the orgasm leaped on me like a lioness stalking her prey. I mewled and sang and blessed you for your love. I came twice, my core rippling and my legs shaking. When I could no longer sit up I collapsed over your body. The hard silicone eventually slid from me and I covered you like a blanket.

We spent long minutes, me kissing your back and you thanking me. Eventually, when I could move, I set you free and held you, making sure you knew you were loved and cared for. You would get your reward for being My Good Girl, soon enough now that you had been firmly reminded that your Goddess was not one to be trifled with.

 

8 thoughts on “Do You Think I’m Stupid? – F/F BDSM

  1. This is sexy and beautiful. I enjoyed all the little details about their dynamic and their life outside of sexytimes, too. I also liked how the color check-ins also were a bit of a tease, if that makes sense? Like, if she wasn’t green she could say, but since she was it’s just kind of an “oh, you sure you’re still ok when I’m doing this intense thing wink wink” kind of feeling if that makes sense.

    And this is excellent use of a thigh harness 😀 good show.

    Also, huzzah for writing characters who aren’t physically “perfect” and who show signs of normal human aging and are still sexy!

    (Though the reference to age and self lubrication made me think “welp I guess they’re not on certain antidepressants/antianxiety/various other meds, or they’d have needed lube all along” Me, envious of fictional characters? Never!)

    Lovely piece. Thanks for sharing!

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