Teresa flashed a smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry, Misses Dabrowski but Liz is a little tied up at the moment.”
She looked at her girlfriend and suppressed a giggle.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the statement. She tugged upon the rope that bound her hands to the ceiling. It was only one of many hemp cords that currently constrained her naked body.
Teresa didn’t like to toot her own horn but she might’ve been an extremely quick learner when it came to the art of getting her girlfriend off. And if part of that meant tying her up, then that was a sacrifice she was absolutely willing to make.
“Do you know when she’ll be free?” Misses Dabrowski asked.
Teresa shrugged. “I think she’ll be good in about an hour? An hour-and-a-half at most. So, you could probably try back then.”
“Alright, thank you Teresa,” Misses Dabrowski said. “You two be careful, alright?”
“We will,” Teresa replied.
The call came to an end and Teresa placed her girlfriend’s phone upon their dresser.
“Did you really have to say that I was tied up?” Elizabeth grumbled. “To my mom?”
Teresa snorted. “Oh, come on, when will I ever get to use that line again.” She smirked. “You have to admit that it was pretty funny.”
Elizabeth pouted out her lower lip and looked away. “Make me.”
“Oh, I can make you,” Teresa teased as she came over. She rested a hand upon Elizabeth’s hip. “What if I ordered you to say that it was funny.”
Elizabeth smirked and kept her mouth shut.
Though this played right into Teresa’s hand as she drew back and slapped her girlfriend roughly on the bottom.
Elizabeth whined, shivering in her bondage. “We should save this for the video, babe.”
“Aww is someone getting excited?” Teresa asked.
She reached around and gently gripped Elizabeth’s adorable little hen. The girl had gotten awfully hard from that smack.
“Admit that it was funny,” Teresa whispered, her breath curling at Elizabeth’s ear.
Elizabeth tensed and let out a small whimper of satisfaction. “Why would I?” She grinned. “Not doing so has you all over me.”
Teresa sighed and drew away. “Played me like a fiddle.”
“What?” Elizabeth asked, batting her lashes. “I wouldn’t dare do that in a million years.”
“Manipulated by my incredibly hot girlfriend,” Teresa said, thumping down upon the bed and holding a hand to her forehead. “Whatever will I do?”
Elizabeth snorted.
“Guess I have no choice,” Teresa went on. “All I can do is turn on the camera and film me ruining my precious little whore for some horny sluts on the internet.”
She rolled off of the bed and made her way over to the camera. It was already set up, the lens focused upon Elizabeth who continued to tug playfully at the binds which held her hands above her head.
Elizabeth briefly looked up at the anchor point. “Is that going to hold?”
“I hope so,” Teresa teased. “I really don’t want to explain a hole in the roof to our landlord. I’d very much like to get our safety deposit back.”
She reached for the camera and rested her hand upon the button that would start capturing footage. Though she didn’t press it immediately, instead looking up at Elizabeth and humming to herself.
“What kind of energy are we going for here?” Teresa asked.
Elizabeth snorted. “You’re bringing this up now?’
“Yes, I’m bringing this up now,” Teresa said, allowing herself a thin smile. “I need to know what kind of character I’m supposed to play.”
Elizabeth sighed. “Dark Domme who is going to ravage my pussy?”
“Right, right, dark and brooding.” Teresa snorted. “Like Batman.”
“Please don’t be Batman,” Elizabeth said, though she couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m thinking more along the lines of…” She hummed and pursed her lips together. “Maleficent.”
“Wait, do you think that Maleficent is hot?” Teresa teased. She drummed her fingers against the camera. “I think we should pause and unpack this new information.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “What? She’s dark, brooding, older…”
“You have a thing for MILFs?” Teresa asked. “How did I not know this?”
“Doesn’t literally every queer girl have a thing for mommies?” Elizabeth shot back.
Teresa nodded. “So, you want me to play a diabolic mommy domme?”
Elizabeth nodded.
“That I can do,” Teresa said. She drew in a breath and looked towards Elizabeth. “We start in five seconds.”
She held up her hand and started to silently count down, dropping one finger after another until she held up a fist. At which point, she clicked the button on the camera and it started to record.
“Hello, dear,” Teresa said, adding a whole lot of husk to her voice. “How have you been?”
Elizabeth bit her lip. “Just hanging around, waiting for you.”
“I can see that,” Teresa said.
She stepped into the camera’s view, giving it a passing glance.
Hopefully, her attire worked well for their current situation. She’d opted to go for a pair of dress pants and a very lovely blouse with a fair amount of cleavage on display. A hint more femme than she would’ve normally gone for but she couldn’t deny that her outfit did bestow a certain amount of confidence.
With great care, she approached Elizabeth. There was a purpose to every one of her steps. She meant to draw out the moment. Both to pad their content and to help herself get into the mood.
A role was never an easy thing to instantly fall into. She needed to build herself up to it, teach herself how to be that mean little domme that Elizabeth adored and their special fan was paying for.
“I love when I get you like this?” Teresa teased.
She moved around Elizabeth, circling her like a carnivore who was appraising their prey. She even licked her chops for added effect, grinning at both Elizabeth and then the camera.
“Like what?” Elizabeth asked.
Teresa smirked and stopped herself when she was behind Elizabeth. “Oh, you know…” She reached around and cupped one of her submissive’s breasts, giving it a tight squeeze. “Getting you strung up, vulnerable, at my mercy…”
Elizabeth gasped at the contact, mewing softly to herself. Her moans were then further emboldened as Teresa reached down and cupped her erection. She stroked it with surprising care. Back and forth, back and forth at a casual pace.
Though sadly Elizabeth’s unruly anatomy would need a little extra convincing to respond to such treatment.
Teresa instead leaned closer and brushed her lips against Elizabeth’s neck. She delivered a tender little kiss, followed by a second, and then third. She trailed her way along Elizabeth’s neck, jawline, and finally cheek, delivering such tender little notes of affection. Then she changed directions and made her way back down, stopping once she reached her beloved’s shoulder.
Once here, she grinned and did something a little meaner than a mere kiss.
She latched her lips against Elizabeth’s flesh and suckled roughly, leaving a beautiful little love bite behind. It would surely bruise and influence her clothing decisions for the foreseeable future.
“Honestly seeing you like this really gets me worked up,” Teresa teased. “Just the thought of all those unwholesome things I’m going to do to you?” She shivered and let out a practiced moan. “Gets me so fucking wet.”
She forced herself to draw away and she instead moved towards their bed. Upon it, was a wooden chest that contained their meagre collection of toys, tools, and accessories.
Teresa had a rough idea of what she intended to do but honestly it mostly depended on her whim and what the specific moment called for. Scenes very rarely worked well when they were on the rails.
With purpose, she lifted the lid, furrowing her brow and attempting to figure out what she wanted to use first.
She selected a pair of nipple clamps, studying them for a moment. When she deemed them appropriate, she placed them aside and continued to look through their toy box.
By the time she was finished, she had selected the clamps, a plug, an egg vibrator, and a flogger which had come fresh from a local sex store near their house. A decent collection and more than enough to get started.
Teresa selected the clamps first and moved back over to Elizabeth.
“Feeling okay?” she asked.
Elizabeth nodded. “Think I’ll be good.”
“Not too much stress on your shoulders?” Teresa asked, touching a hand to one of them.
Elizabeth shook her head.
“Let me know if it gets too much,” Teresa said. “Okay?”
She reached around and brushed her palm across Elizabeth’s chest, pressing against her nipple. A faint moan rippled forth from her lover as she did so.
“I think these would look beautiful if they were pierced,” Teresa commented.
Elizabeth snorted. “I’d scream like a little girl if we did that.”
“Oh, I know.” Teresa flashed a dark smile. “But I do enjoy hearing you scream, dear.”
Elizabeth tensed, drawing in a breath.
“What?” Teresa asked, pouting. “You said that you wanted dark and I would be very disappointed in myself if I did not deliver.”
She drew forth the first of the clamps, pinching it open and hovering it overtop of Elizabeth’s nipple. With great care, she teased Elizabeth, ensuring that she could feel the rubbery tips touch that sensitive little nub.
“Ready?” Teresa whispered.
Elizabeth betrayed the smallest of nods.
Teresa let go of the clamp and it pinched down upon Elizabeth’s teat. Her lover gasped loudly and shuddered as the rubber bit into her flesh. Though that was only the barest concession to Teresa’s amusement.
She added to the torture by gripping the clamp and pressing down upon it with her forefinger and thumb.
It was just a hint of pressure. Though that barest amount was still enough to make Elizabeth gasp, shiver, and moan. She was so tense, her expression contorting slightly as Teresa tried to judge if this was too much for her to handle.
Thankfully, Teresa didn’t torture her for too long. After all, there was another nipple that needed her attention.
She pinched open the other clamp and brought it before Elizabeth’s untouched areola. Once more she toyed with her, though the magic had faded, considering that she already wore one clamp and knew exactly what was in store. Still, Teresa did earn herself a little pleasured note as she released her grip and the clamp bit gently into Elizabeth’s puffy flesh.
With the clamps now secured, Teresa hooked a finger through the chain connecting them, giving it a tug.
Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath. She quivered and quaked, her body shivering against Teresa’s own.
“God, you’re shaking,” Teresa teased.
Elizabeth bit her lip. “My…”
“My?” Teresa asked, giving the chain a firmer tug.
Elizabeth gasped, words eluding her. Though Teresa had little trouble piecing together what her plight must’ve been.
“Oh!” Teresa beamed. “Are you trying to tell me that your tits are a little on the sensitive side?”
Elizabeth nodded quickly. “Yes!”
“Oh, how could I possibly forget?” Teresa slackened her grip, giving Elizabeth a moment to recuperate before tugging upon them again. There was now a much darker tone to her voice. “I only play with these things every single day.”
She let go and Elizabeth drew in a breath, a sigh of relief.
Teresa smirked and lashed out, smacking her roughly across the ass. This of course resulted in such a delightful little noise as Elizabeth gasped at the top of her lungs.
The blow wasn’t even that rough, barely leaving so much as a red mark behind. Still, Teresa knew her plaything well, knowing exactly what she loved.
“I hope our audience doesn’t mind if I get a little rough with you,” she said.
Elizabeth shivered. “They’d probably like it.”
“Oh, I’m sure they will,” Teresa teased. “After all, I’m fucking loving it myself.”
She moved around to Elizabeth’s front and looked down. As predicted, all it took was a little extra treatment for her beloved’s cock to spring forth. It stood partially erect and Teresa cupped it, giving it a single gentle stroke.
Though she didn’t linger for long. After all, they still had plenty of toys to play with.
She moved over to the bed and selected the butt plug, pairing it with a bottle of lube.
“Big enough?” she asked.
Elizabeth glanced over and her breath hitched.
Teresa may have failed to mention that she had selected one of their larger plugs. No thicker than a trio of fingers but still sizable enough for someone like Elizabeth.
“Yeah, that’s probably big enough,” Elizabeth whispered.
Teresa grinned. “I can go bigger if you’d like.”
“No, no, that’s fine,” Elizabeth said, grinning nervously. “Plenty of silicon there. Just uh…” She chuckled nervously. “Please be gentle.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of being anything but,” Teresa teased.
She knelt behind Elizabeth and rested a hand upon her flank, caressing it and giving it a squeeze. It blew her away how fantastic her girlfriend’s ass was. Truly, this was one of the best parts of the hormone regime that she was under.
Teresa drew her hand back and fumbled with the lube, coating two of her fingers in it. She then grinned and pressed one of them against Elizabeth’s pucker. This appeared to be easy enough as she pushed inside effortlessly.
Elizabeth, of course, started to moan as Teresa pumped away. It was such an adorable drone, punctuated by the occasional excited squeak or shuddered breath.
Though her brow furrowed slightly as Teresa pushed two fingers against her back door. This took a little more effort but soon they were also pumping away.
Teresa pistoned at a slow but steady pace, spreading the slickness around inside of Elizabeth.
“God your pussy feels fantastic, babe,” Teresa whispered.
Elizabeth bit her lip. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“The way you’re clenching around my fingers,” Teresa teased. “I think you want me.”
Elizabeth was about to retort but Teresa was a bit of a bastard. She knew her girlfriend well and brushed her fingers against that excitable little bundle of nerves in her rump. The merest touch was enough to get Elizabeth to gasp, her breath coming out in ragged bursts. More importantly, however, it seemed to derail any hope of coherent thoughts.
“Adorable,” Teresa whispered.
She rubbed her fingers against this little bundle, caressing it gently. There was a smile upon her face as she did so.
Elizabeth had essentially become her instrument, like a harp or a flute. She was something designed to be played and manipulated into making beautiful music.
Teresa reached around and groped Elizabeth’s cock. As she thought, it was still hard. So, she started to stroke it in tandem with prodding at her prostate, milking her.
Elizabeth leaked like a fucking whore and Teresa covered her digits in her girlfriend’s abundant slickness.
“God you’re leaking all over the place,” Teresa teased. “Someone is a needy little slut today.”
“Fuck,” Elizabeth whispered.
That was likely the only word she could manage at this point. Though Teresa was very familiar with this point, adoring when she brought Elizabeth to it.
Sadly, she forced her hand away from Elizabeth’s hen and pulled her digits out of her backside. Instead, she grabbed the plug and drenched it in a generous ration of lube.
When it was positively glistening, Teresa held it up for the camera to see. She wanted their future audience to really appreciate what was about to go inside of her girlfriend.
Teresa then reached up and spread Elizabeth’s cheek to the side. She pressed the tip of the plug against her pucker, applying just a little bit of force. She wanted to provide her with a moment, allowing her to tense up and draw in a deep breath.
Only then did Teresa apply some legitimate force, pushing the toy in nice and slow. Progress was purposefully halting, drawing out all those adorable little squeaks and moans that Elizabeth was so generous with providing.
“Nearly there,” Teresa whispered.
When the plug was at its thickest, she paused, wanting to really hear every little noise and milk this moment for all it was worth.
Elizabeth was gasping and groaning, her voice hitching ever so slightly.
“Please,” she whispered, begging softly.
Teresa smirked and gave her what she wanted, pressing the plug in that last inch or so. It slipped in with a generous slurp and the base settled tight against her pucker.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
Elizabeth lifted one of her legs, kicking it out lazily.
“Full,” is what she eventually went with.
Teresa nodded and patted her gently on the rump. “You’ll get used to it.” She flashed a coy smile. “I promise.”
Though she really didn’t need to tell Elizabeth that. If there was a girl who knew a thing or two about being stuffed with a butt plug, it was her.
Teresa gripped the plug and turned it back and forth, like the dial on a safe. Each degree was marked by a content little cooing sound from Elizabeth as she tensed, shuddered, and continued to sing her generous praise.
“Are you ready for the next accessory?” Teresa asked.
Elizabeth nodded. “Uh huh.”
Teresa smiled and grabbed the little egg vibrator.
The egg was connected to a thin black cord that led to a remote control that was affixed to some kind of Velcro strap. The egg itself was also connected to a rubbery black cock ring.
Teresa slid this ring over Elizabeth’s anatomy, her arousal making it glide smoothly into place. It settled at the base and Teresa made sure to boop the tip of her erection, collecting a tiny sample of her arousal upon her fingertip.
“Gods you taste fantastic, babe,” Teresa whispered.
She made a show of inspecting her finger before suckling the little dollop of moisture clean. It didn’t honestly taste like much. Still, she moaned as if it were the finest liquid she had ever had the privilege of consuming.
Elizabeth continued to quiver, squirming due to the size of the plug that currently filled her. That toy was doing its job well, keeping her rock fucking hard. Teresa would be incredibly surprised if anything could possibly kill her boner at this point.
Teresa opened the Velcro strap and wound it around Elizabeth’s thigh before clasping it closed. She then reached for the controller and flicked the little device on to one of its lower settings.
Almost immediately, the little toy started to vibrate, puttering along softly.
Elizabeth opened her mouth and began to sing, her melody absolutely divine.
Teresa honestly couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at the sound. There was something about hearing her beloved moan that was finer than any song in the world.
She decided to have a little more fun. After all, what was the point of stringing Elizabeth up like this if she couldn’t torture the living fuck out of her.
“You know,” Teresa commented. “I should’ve made you wear some programming socks for this. I bet our benefactor would’ve loved that.”
Elizabeth snorted, though the sound was strained. “Little late for that.”
“Could always film this whole thing over again,” Teresa teased. “It isn’t like I honestly need a reason to torment the fuck out of you.”
And torment her, she did.
Teresa drew forth and took the tip of Elizabeth’s cock between her lips. She circled her tongue around it, savouring the flavour of her partner’s pre. Sure, it didn’t have much of a flavour but it did have a certain appeal when it came directly from the source. She didn’t linger at the tip for too long, however, as she bobbed forwards and drew back swiftly, repeating the process a few times.
Elizabeth gasped with such unrestrained glee that her voice even cracked.
Teresa smirked and looked up at her, watching the way red flooded into her cheeks.
She didn’t keep this up for too long, however.
After all, she still had a flogger that desperately needed using. And on top of that, it really would be a shame to waste Elizabeth’s one potent orgasm this early into things.
Instead, she got back up and placed a hand upon Elizabeth’s cheek. She looked her in the eye and smiled, with Elizabeth smiling back. Her expression was ever so slightly fatigued, tired, worn out by the position and the toys that occupied her attention.
Teresa dipped forwards and kissed her upon the lips. They shared in this tender gesture though it did not remain tender for long.
Soon Teresa cupped Elizabeth’s breast and squeezed it.
Her submissive’s mouth opened as she gasped and Teresa’s tongue drove forth to take advantage, bridging the gap.
Their tongues met somewhere in the middle and started to dance around one another. They knew their roles in this little performance by heart.
Teresa, the Dom, led this little tango with Elizabeth more than obediently following her lead.
She continued to squeeze and pressed her body tight against Elizabeth’s own.
Elizabeth was warm and so incredibly flustered. Her presence was just absolutely divine.
Teresa drew in a breath through her nose. The scent of hemp rope and the lingering essence of perfume clung to her lover’s skin.
It was rare that she wore it but it was honestly such a delectable little treat when discovered in the heat of things.
Reluctantly, Teresa drew away, forcing herself to take a calming breath. She let go of Elizabeth and circled behind her, making her way towards the bed.
Teresa picked up the flogger from upon their sheets and did the first thing that anyone did with a flogger. She grabbed the various cords in one hand and the handle in the other. She then tugged firmly on both, making the toy loudly snap.
Elizabeth tensed and sucked in a breath. “Holy fuck.”
“What’s the matter, dear?” Teresa asked, a bit of darkness returning to her tone. “I thought you wanted to play with my meaner side.”
“That was a good ‘holy fuck’,” Elizabeth whispered, chuckling to herself.
“Good to hear,” Teresa said.
She drew up behind Elizabeth and held the base of the handle against the small of her back.
Ever so carefully, she drew it upwards, tracing the coarse material along her lover’s spine. Every inch made her tense a little more, wondering when that handle would draw back and the cords rush forth to flay her skin.
“Do you remember your safewords?” Teresa asked.
Of course, Elizabeth did but a good Dom was a Dom who checked, double checked, and then proceeded to triple check because they were a nervous bitch.
“Yes,” Elizabeth whispered.
“Very good,” Teresa said. “Don’t be conservative if you need to use them. Alright?”
Elizabeth nodded and Teresa could pick up on the thin smile that she betrayed.
“Also…” Teresa began, nipping at her ear. “You look absolutely beautiful when strung up like this.”
“I can’t wait to edit the footage,” Elizabeth teased.
Before Teresa started with the flogging, she knelt down and groped at the controls. Low was a fun setting but a more productive one would be any of the middling options. After all, they needed at least one good money shot to make this production land.
The vibrations really picked up and so did Elizabeth’s moans. She closed her eyes and shivered.
As Teresa looked down, she saw that a fat droplet of pre had oozed forth and dripped upon the hardwood floors.
It was bizarre, in a way. Elizabeth could barely fill a thimble while nutting but she could probably fill a water bottle with pre.
Teresa moved away, taking a couple steps back.
From here, she appraised Elizabeth, watching the way her back muscles flexed and tensed. She really was so beautiful and it took a considerable portion of Teresa’s willpower not to succumb to her gay little heart.
She drew in a breath and pulled back the flogger.
Her first blow was light, more dragging the leather roughly across Elizabeth’s back than actually snapping it upon her flesh. It was an important warmup though, getting her used to the toy before she really went to town and decided to paint this pale canvas such beautiful shades of red.
Elizabeth cooed as Teresa smacked her back and forth.
“Feels kind of nice,” Elizabeth teased. “Tickles.”
“Want me to go harder?” Teresa asked.
Elizabeth smirked. “Yes please.”
“Yes please, who?” Teresa warned.
Elizabeth snorted. “Yes please, Miss Te… Miss Rose.”
“Good girl, Stacy,” Teresa replied. “Though you did almost say another woman’s name.” She batted her lashes. “Should I be jealous?”
“I don’t know,” Elizabeth teased. “There is this other woman. A beautiful butch who would absolutely demolish me if given the chance.”
“You’ll have to introduce us sometime,” Teresa said.
She drew back the flog and cracked it across Elizabeth’s back. The blow was more auditory than actually rough, though the leather cords did snap across her flesh. And because they snapped, they drew red lines upon her pale skin.
Elizabeth gasped at the impact, tugging upon the rope that bound her hands above her head. Though such motions were entirely futile, useless against the sturdiness of her bondage.
The anchor creaked under the strain and Teresa winced. Hopefully Elizabeth didn’t test that point too finely.
Teresa drew back the flog and lashed out a few more times. Again, and again the strands of leather landed at about the same intensity. Each blow was marked by an adorable little noise from Elizabeth.
After the first five real blows, Teresa drew the flog against her side. She approached Elizabeth and examined her work up close.
There was all manner of red marks upon her flesh, little bits of raised skin which just seemed to radiate heat.
Teresa touched one of those marks and traced her fingers along it. It was hot to the touch and Elizabeth instinctively drew in a breath. Though if that was because of Teresa’s caress or the vibrator that was currently pushing her towards the edge, Teresa couldn’t tell.
“You okay?” Teresa asked.
Elizabeth nodded quickly. “Mhm!”
“Good because I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” Teresa teased.
She drew away once more and stood behind Elizabeth. “Are you getting close?”
“A little,” Elizabeth whispered. “Would really help if you were blowing me though.”
“Well what kind of stone-cold bitch would I be if I gave you what you wanted,” Teresa teased.
She drew the flog away from her side and twirled it in the air. She didn’t crack it down upon Teresa’s flesh immediately. No, that would’ve been too easy. Instead, she allowed the wind generated from her display to whoosh outwards and lick at Elizabeth’s flesh.
Teresa ensured that the flog’s presence was known though she didn’t give a single hint as to when it would smack down upon her flesh.
Until finally, it did, clapping firmly against Elizabeth. The blow was potent, loud, meaty, like a proper thud.
Elizabeth drew in a deep breath and actually yelped. She jerked forwards, though her restraints didn’t allow her much freedom. When they tugged back upon her, she had barely moved more than a couple inches out of her previous position.
“Oww,” Elizabeth whined.
Teresa tensed. “Too much?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “That was a good ‘oww’.”
“How can an oww be good?” Teresa asked, tilting her head to the side. She then shook her head and sighed. “Never mind, I’ll never learn to speak bottom.”
Teresa drew back the flog and started to swing it in a crisscross pattern. She’d seen something like this in a video once and she really liked how the sub’s back looked after the fact. When she had a decent amount of momentum going, she moved forwards and started clapping the flog against Elizabeth’s flesh once again.
The blows were not too powerful but Teresa still snapped the leather cords against Elizabeth with every swing, leaving all sorts of fun little marks behind. And each impact was paired with a wonderful matching yelp.
Teresa also noticed that Elizabeth’s hips bucked forwards instinctively ever so often.
“You’re doing great, babe,” she whispered, flashing the camera a smile. “You’re looking so good right now.”
She kept this up for a few more moments before drawing her tool back and resting it at her side. By now, Elizabeth’s back was such a lovely shade of red. There was nothing too serious left behind and it’d likely clear up in a day but right now it was just a mosaic of raised skin and tortured marks.
“God these look so good,” Teresa whispered. “Can’t wait to show them off to the camera.”
Teresa drew away and started to swing again, this time moving back and forth on a horizontal axis. Her target was Elizabeth’s rump, thwapping it roughly with the course material of the flog over and over again. The blows, here, were far meatier than the others, though Teresa could get away with such things.
After all, the rump was one of the fattest places on the human body with a whole lot of cushion to protect Elizabeth.
Each of the blows was marked by a yelp and a little whimper that went along with it.
Teresa noticed that there was a familiar tension in Elizabeth, one she knew very well from their many evenings together.
Elizabeth was close, drawing near to that fateful little point where she’d give out and climax.
Teresa decided to help her along by kneeling down and turning up the vibrator to one of its higher settings. The piercing notes from this little trinket punctuated the air, ebbing loudly and filling the room with its buzz.
It also filled the room with the sound of Elizabeth constantly cursing under her breath.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she yelped, her voice refusing to wane in the slightest.
“Cum for me, baby,” Teresa said. “Cum for me like the masochistic little slut that you are.”
She stood back up and decided to help Elizabeth along. With great care she continued to mark her flesh, smacking it hard enough to leave marks behind but not so hard that those marks would linger for long.
When her rump was an equal shade of aggravated red to her back, Teresa then focused upon the meaty parts of her upper thighs.
Hitting these really sent things into overdrive. They were sensitive and each blow made Elizabeth bark out a note of legitimate pain.
Teresa eased back, when she heard these yelps. Though she only did so by the slimmest of margins.
The flog bit into Elizabeth again and again. Though her yelps had faded, blending in with the constant moaning that leaked forth from her parted lips.
She was close and Teresa knew it.
Teresa stopped with her flogging and just appreciated her fine work. Elizabeth’s entire back was covered in a mosaic of red marks, bits of inflamed skin that must’ve felt so warm in the coolness of their room.
Elizabeth’s moaning reached a peak and she gasped at the top of her lungs. She thrust forwards a couple times as if pounding into some invisible hole.
Teresa smirked. “Did you just cum?”
“Uh huh,” Elizabeth whispered. She sounded tired, worn out.
Though Teresa supposed that she couldn’t honestly blame her. She’d been through a lot over the last few minutes.
Teresa moved over to the camera and very carefully removed it from its tripod.
As she did so, she glanced at Elizabeth and saw that her cock was rapidly softening. There was a fat, though translucent, droplet of something leaking from the tip and onto the floor. And as her cock faded, the ring slipped free.
Once the camera was in hand, Teresa took it and came up behind Elizabeth. She kept the video going as she showed off her girlfriend’s back, making sure that everyone could see all of those beautiful marks she’d left behind.
“God these look fantastic, babe,” Teresa teased. “All of those cute little masochists watching us are probably losing their minds right now.”
Elizabeth snorted. “Glad I could deliver.”
Teresa filmed for a few more seconds before turning the camera off and placing it upon their dresser.
Once it was out of the way, Teresa came up behind Elizabeth. She reached up and started to fiddle with the ropes that bound her hands.
After loosening them a little, she dropped one arm down and wrapped it around Elizabeth’s waist. Just in case she was feeling a little weak-kneed when the rope was no longer supporting her.
The rope finally came loose and Elizabeth’s hands dropped to her sides. She slumped against Teresa though thankfully her girlfriend was more than capable of supporting her weight.
Teresa awkwardly led them towards their bed and ever so carefully laid Elizabeth upon it. She kept her girlfriend on her belly, knowing that laying on her back would not be the most comfortable position in her current state.
“How are you feeling?” Teresa asked.
Elizabeth frowned. “Honestly, just very… very exhausted.”
“Can’t say that I really blame you,” Teresa said. “Probably shouldn’t have kept you in that position for so long.”
She sat down upon the edge of the bed and traced her fingers along Elizabeth’s flesh. She was gentle with her motions, hoping they didn’t cause too much discomfort. Really, she just wanted to feel the way her skin rose with each of the little welts and marks that coloured her flesh.
It was interesting to feel them. Though she didn’t remain there for long.
Instead, she got up and looked down at Elizabeth.
“So, what do you want first?” Teresa asked. “Aloe or cuddles?”
Elizabeth frowned. “I’d say cuddles but I think that would be a pretty uncomfortable experience at this point.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Teresa agreed.
She moved towards the washroom and opened their medicine cabinet, grabbing a large bottle of aloe vera. It had been procured after a disastrous day at the beach, a few years prior, but would seem to have found itself a new purpose with their current lifestyle.
When Teresa returned, Elizabeth had her eyes closed.
“Do you think kimberly will like our video?” Elizabeth asked.
Teresa smirked. “There was bondage, impact play, and lots of salty language. I’d be very surprised if she didn’t love it.” She then started to run a hand through Elizabeth’s hair. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Of course,” Elizabeth said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know.” Teresa bit her lip. “I’m just instinctively nervous when it comes to treating you like this.” She hummed. “Not everyday that I have you strung up like that. And don’t even get me started on the flogging.”
“True,” Elizabeth teased. “But it felt nice.” She smirked. “Trust me.”
“I will,” Teresa said.
She finally popped open the bottle and held it over Elizabeth.
“Now, just to warn you,” Teresa said. “But this is going to be very very cold.”
Elizabeth snorted. “Oh no, whatever will I…”
Teresa started to pour it upon her back.
“COLD!” Elizabeth barked, her eyes snapping open.
Teresa snickered. “Baby.”
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