Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11
Date: 8/10/2024,
Categories:
BDSM
Author: sprite, Source: LushStories
... Or bit. Or pinched. Or worse.
Violet looked amazing when she greeted me. She was wearing a bright red kimono, tied at the waist. Her hair fell loose over her shoulders as she scrutinized me, her eyes bright.
“On time. Good girl. I like the dress. It looks good on you. Come in.”
I blushed a little when she groped my ass as I passed, the door shutting behind me. I felt like I’d just entered the lion’s den.
“We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” She was practically beaming. I felt a shiver running through me.
“Is Amber here?”
“Just you and me. She might come over later. Depends.”
“On?”
“You,” she said, her voice sultry. She laughed, shaking her head.
“You really are cute, Jenny.”
She took my hand, her fingers curling in between mine, and led me to her bedroom. It was softly lit with several strings of colored lights giving it a festive feel. There was also… a cage. Sitting on the floor next to the bed. One of those cages you put your dog in, only… it wasn’t.
“Ambers. I borrowed it. What do you think?”
“I…” I swallowed, staring at it knowing that I was going to end up in it. And then? I looked carefully. It was equipped with leather straps. It wasn’t meant for dogs. It was meant for girls like me…
“It’s intimidating?”
She laughed at that, squeezing my fingers, then releasing them. She moved behind me and wrapped her arms loosely around me, resting her chin on my shoulder as I stood transfixed.
“Amber bought it on a whim. It’s ...
... just been sitting down in her basement. Thought we could break it in for her.”
“Oh.”
She laughed, kissing the nape of my neck and sending shivers through me.
“Thought we’d play a little first. No hurry, is there? Oh, and Jenny?”
“Yes?”
“I’m not going to let you come unless you’re in the cage.”
I groaned inwardly. I really needed to come. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
“Sit.”
I sat. On her bed. Nervous and excited and horny. She sat next to me. It felt intimate. Like a lover. Or even a girlfriend. Not that she was… I wasn’t sure what she was to me. The girl who drove me insane and made me come and pushed my limits. The girl who had some sort of hold over me. The girl who controlled my pussy.
She sat down next to me and kissed me. A soft kiss. I responded, kissing her back, a surge of longing burning deep within. My pussy wanted her. I wanted her. And I wanted all the things she did to me. The things she made me do. The… humiliation and… all of it.
We made out. I felt her hands on my breasts. Caressing. Groping. She pushed me down on my back and lay on top of me. I pulled her closer, spreading my legs enough for her to lie between them. I felt her hiking up the hem of my very short dress. Her hand on my wet panties, fingers teasing my pussy through them, making me tremble with anticipation and moan with need.
“You sound like a slut,” she teased.
“Your slut,” I panted softly.
“I know,” was all she said as she slipped her ...