1. Kink Spring: Flash Fiction


    Date: 10/22/2023, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: byninafw 

    ... was recently trimmed, wore no under-things, and she turned away?

"We might still make the opera on time if you stop questioning me." She opened the box and withdrew a set of silk straps and a small, smooth, metal device. It looked like a turtle. "And you are still upright. Must I repeat myself all night?"

I felt my eyes widen. "Apologies Maitresse." I lie back on the bed and felt her touch at my ankles. The slithering softness of silk traced up my legs until she reached the top of my thighs.

"Lift your backside, petite."

My face warmed, but I did as she asked. I felt the silk straps tighten between my thighs and waist. Then I took a sharp breath as I felt a chill at the apex of my sex. "What is that?"

She dug a small key from a waistcoat pocket. "A failed experiment from our workshop that I chose to give new life. We originally thought it might steady an irregular heartbeat, but it could not generate enough power. But it's a lovely housing. It warms when touched. So I repurposed it. It no longer delivers a shock. Instead...​"

I gasped as she inserted the key and began to twist. Then I gently lifted my chin toward the ceiling and sighed as it began to move quickly, ...
    ... almost violently, yet it stayed in the same place. Were the silk straps magical? They had to be in order keep this incredible vibrating thing in one spot.

She wound the turtle several more times, chuckled once, and put one finger over my mouth. "Quiet, petite, you are moaning." She looked toward the door of my chambers.

"How can I not?" I spread my thighs, hoping she might accept an obvious invitation.

Instead, she tapped my mouth with a fingertip. "This is your punishment. Wear this all night, and I will consider your dept from last week."

"But I did not mean to call you...​"

She stared into my eyes.

"But this?" I nodded toward the juncture of my thighs. The turtle danced and played nimble thief of my concentration. "Everyone will know." My sex felt tighter and tighter as my clit swelled. I was not sure I could keep even my breath under control, to say nothing of my voice or the rest of my body. She wanted me to wear this in public?

She shook her head. "No petite. It is quiet enough. And you," She reached forward and stroked one finger along the lips of my sex before pulling my thighs together. "If you want to earn forgiveness, then you only need to control yourself."
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