I Don't Want This!

Continued from: Pasteurized

[F/f] [CNC] [riding crop] [slave] [forced bi] [strap-on] [lezdom]

**Warning** The following is a consensual non-consent scene. 

It might be someone's darkest fantasy, to be able to cry out, "no" and "stop" during a BDSM scene, whether it be a sex act occurring, impact play or some other manner of physical or psychological discomfort. It could be this person's greatest source of arousal. That's why they have a safeword to use which would end everything, instantly. 

Mistress Andrea

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Written by Dr. Skylar St. Germaine

I could tell that Eesha was deep into her role at this point, wanting me to push her further, to break her, as she lay draped over the vaulting horse in the kitchen of the home. 

I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You know what's coming next don't you?" I taunted, my voice laced with malice. "You're going to get on your knees and lick my asshole, my pussy, maybe even my boots if you're lucky. And you're going to love every second of it." 

Eesha's eyes widened in fabricated horror, her mouth opening to protest. But before she could utter a single word, I brought my hand down on her exposed ass, eliciting a yelp of pain. "No!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please, Skylar, I don't want this! I can't do it!"

She still needed some softening up, evidently, and her words fell on deaf ears, as I continued to spank her quivering bottom. 

Eventually, I secured her wrists behind her back with handcuffs, rendering her helplessly draped over the pommel horse, her high heels now off the floor and dangling. I stood poised with the riding crop, and declared that she was getting a whipping for her insolence. 

"Please Sky, I don't want this. I'll do anything else, just not this," she sobbed, her voice breaking with desperation. But I remained unmoved, my focus singular and unwavering. I brought the crop down sharply across her exposed bum cheeks, again and again. Despite her vocal protests, I could see the telltale glisten of arousal between her legs - the flush that spread across her neck, the way her hips unconsciously arched upward in a silent invitation to the crop. 

"Okay!" she cried out, her voice raw and ragged. "Okay, I'll do it. Just please, don't whip me anymore..." I smiled in triumph, my own arousal building to a breaking point. Without hesitation, I braced myself on the kitchen counter as Eesha knelt in defeat, my pussy mere inches from her trembling lips. 

"Lick," I commanded. 

And to my delight, she complied, her eager little tongue emerging to lap at my swollen folds. "See, that wasn't so difficult, now was it?" I cooed to her, my voice reaching a degrading and taunting pitch. As the final tremors of my orgasm subsided, I looked down at Eesha, her face flushed and glistening with my juices. But I wasn't finished with her yet. Not by a long shot. 

With a sudden movement, I spun around, presenting my muscular ass to Eesha's startled gaze. "Lick my bum," I commanded, my voice low and menacing. "Put your tongue inside my ass and show me what a good little slave you can be." 

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes downcast in shame. But then, slowly, tentatively, she leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lap at the puckered flesh of my anus. I reached down between my legs, my fingers finding the swollen nub of my clit and I began to rub in slow, circular motions. 

It was a unique sensation, having my ass eaten while simultaneously pleasuring myself, and I found myself fascinated with how empowered I felt. With each probe of Eesha's tongue, I could feel my sphincter relaxing, allowing her greater access to the sensitive nerve endings within. And then, with a sudden explosion of sensation, I came again, my body convulsing violently as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My asshole clenched around Eesha's tongue, trapping her inside me as I rode out the aftershocks of my climax. 

I snapped my fingers and pointed downward as I spoke, "floor!" And with that command, I watched her curl into a little ball before me, her arms protectively attempting to cover her breasts and genitals, before I drew her hands back to handcuff her once more. 

Her eyes widened in simulated fear, as she watched me step into the large strap-on harness, securing it firmly around my hips. In her prone state, handcuffed and vulnerable, the taste of my pussy on her lips, the protests resumed. "No, not that, please no!" she whimpered, struggling and flailing against her handcuffs. 

"Skylar, please, you can't do this!" she cried, as I rolled her directly onto her stomach, her breasts smooshing against the cool tile floor. Reaching to my side, I snatched up my discarded panties, wadding them up into a makeshift gag. Before she could utter another word, I stuffed the damp fabric into her mouth, effectively silencing her please. 

My dildo entered her glistening pussy with ease, as I held the chain of her handcuffs as though it were reins. Despite the panty-gag muffling her cries, Eesha's protests persisted, a constant stream of garbled pleas that grated on my nerves. With a firm hand, I clamped my palm over her mouth, silencing her once and for all. 

The sudden silence was quite soothing, broken only by the harsh rhythm of our breathing and the wet slap of flesh against flesh as I resumed my relentless assault on her pussy. 

As Eesha's orgasm ripped through her, I could feel her entire body trembling beneath me, her muscles contracting and releasing in a symphony of involuntary spasms. Her muffled cries of ecstasy were barely audible, but the sheer intensity of her climax was impossible to miss. 

Then, as quickly as I could, I got her uncuffed and my panties out of her mouth, and we tangled around on the kitchen floor, giggling and tickling one another. 

"Just like old times, Doctor?" I giggled onto her lips as I spoke. 

"Ohhhh, Sky!” she panted out, her entire body still shaking in my warm embrace. "You have no idea how much I needed that! Thank you!" 

It was as if someone had flipped a switch, instantly transforming us from dominant and submissive, back into our everyday selves. This was what it was always like, back in the day for us. Whether it was a severe spanking over my knee, for issues relating to her actual grades, or when we began to escalate our dynamics into the world of D/s and BDSM, when the scene was over, it was over, and we were just Sky and E, once again. 

Wordlessly, I helped her to her feet and retrieved a soft satin robe from a nearby chair, draping it around her in a cocoon of warmth and modesty. Her high heels clicked against the tile on wobbly legs, but I was quick to intervene, guiding her onto a couch with a gentle touch. Kneeling before her, I carefully removed the heels from her delicate feet, taking a moment to massage away the tension in her soles.

I made Eesha a steaming cup of chamomile tea, the fragrant aroma filling the room and soothing her frazzled body. As we sipped and chatted, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of our connection, the unspoken bond that had formed between us, so many years ago, through our shared exploration of dominance and submission. 

It was a relationship unlike any other, and I was happy to have Doctor Eesha Patel back in my life. 

Sky