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Mistress was mesmerized by the delicious sight of Cassidy’s glistening sex. If she were ever ambivalent about being a lesbian, this sight cured her of that rather quickly. More!

“More, Cassidy!” she echoed her needy thought. There was hesitation this time. One that Mistress could understand. It wasn’t easy opening yourself up—literally—to someone. Particularly someone you didn’t know. She waited semi-patiently—despite the tapping of her nail on the bedpost—to see if Cassidy could do it. Finally, Cassidy chose to trust Mistress and spread her legs. “Good girl.”

She tied Cassidy’s ankles in the same fashion as her wrists, patted her on the calf and made her way to the armoire. She swung the doors open and pondered her options. This was Cassidy’s first experience. Mistress wanted to make it memorable, yet adventurous. She didn’t want to go overboard on the pain. But she also knew that the combination of powerful pleasure with the sharp sting of a whip was intoxicating. Ah, a whip. Perfect.

Mistress chose a fringed whip for maximum pleasure. She slapped her palm a couple of times. Partly out of the need to feel the leather on her skin. Partly to get a reaction out of her Sub. It worked as each sound of the snap caused Cassidy to jump. Mistress used the fringe to tickle Cassidy’s ribcage, knowing the sensation would amplify her next move. With a flick of her wrist, she slapped the whip against Cassidy’s side, who immediately hissed through clenched teeth.

“Do you always wear that?” Mistress asked, nodding towards the dildo. When Cassidy failed to respond audibly, Mistress slapped the whip across her nipple. “Answer me!”

“Yes.”

Another slap, another hiss. Mistress noticed the small movement away from her, but she had other things to deal with at the moment.

“Yes, what?”

More hesitation. She knew Cassidy would have a problem with this. Hell, it was something Rebecca herself had issues with. All Cassidy needed to do was say her safe word and this would be over. She almost expected it.

“Yes, Mistress.”

More progress. “And do you use that often?” Cassidy shrugged and received two stinging snaps from Mistress. “Tell me the truth, Cassidy.” Even if I don’t want to hear how others have enjoyed you. The unbidden thought shook her.

“I used to, Mistress. Not so much these days.”

Mistress wondered if Cassidy revealed so much because she was scared of getting punished again, or she was just that open. Let’s see how much she will tell me.

“Why?”

“I haven’t found anyone that holds my attention lately, Mistress.”

A young, handsome, obviously passionate woman such as Cassidy didn’t seem like she’d have a challenging time finding anyone that would fight to hold her attention.

“Do I hold your attention, Cassidy?”

“Yes, Mistress. Very much so.”

The vulnerability and honesty in Cassidy’s gaze took Mistress’s breath away. As a reward for her candor, Mistress fanned the fringe of the whip softly over Cassidy’s breasts. She could practically see the tension flowing out of Cassidy’s body, though her hands still held tightly to the headboard.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Cassidy. That’s not what this is about.” She ran her fingers up her captive’s arm and tapped the firm grip. “Relax. Loosen your grip. Your brain is anticipating the pain, your body bracing for it. So much so that you can’t feel the pleasure that being like this can give you.”

“Easy for you to say. Why don’t you lay here all tied up, and let me hit you. See if you like it.”

Pain of a different kind rushed through Mistress causing her to frown. She forced herself to erase the images of her past before they took over.

“Say your safe word, Cassidy.” The woman’s mouth clamped shut, and Mistress could see the contrition in that handsome face. “I know what it’s like to be hit. The kind of hitting that doesn’t come with pleasure at the end of it.” Stop talking! You’re getting too personal, Rebecca.

“I’ll kill them!”

As though surprised by her outburst, Cassidy quickly looked away. Mistress, on the other hand, was touched by the ferocity and protectiveness she heard. With her fingertips, she brought Cassidy’s gaze to hers.

“You’re sweet.” Mistress smiled at the cute little blush that graced Cassidy’s face. It tugged at her heartstrings. Time to get back to business, she thought with conviction. She’s not your lover or your girlfriend. She’s a client. A Sub. Not thoroughly convinced, Mistress called on all of the disciplines she had built up over the years.

“You’re associating the feel of this,” she whipped Cassidy on the side, “with pain and humility. It doesn’t have to be like that.” Mistress took Cassidy’s “cock” in her hand. She realized then that it was double-sided, and one side was snugly inside her Sub. Perfect. “I want you to associate this, with this.” With deliberate movements, Mistress jerked Cassidy’s cock while flicking her nipples smartly with the whip.

“Fuck!”

Mistress leaned in close. “Did your pussy contract when I did that?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Cassidy panted.