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“Come,” Mistress ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Cass walked to Mistress. She was trained well enough not to touch Mistress without permission. Oh, she wanted to touch her. Cass wanted to do so many things to Mistress, especially in that outfit. But this was Mistress’s show. Cass would wait for any demand and eagerly obey. Her muscles twitched when Mistress ran her fingertips down her stomach.

“Go to the foot of the bed, Cassidy. Face away from me.”

Damn. All Cass wanted to do was drink in Mistress. Visually and literally. God, she hoped Mistress wanted Cass’s mouth on her today. For now, she followed orders and stood at the foot of the bed. She grinned when Mistress smacked her ass with the flog.

“Take the jeans off. Leave the shirt.” Mistress stood back to watch the show as Cassidy — her back still to Mistress — unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down past her hips. Mistress’s eyes focused on Cassidy’s tight ass when she bent over to discard the jeans completely. They stayed there until Cassidy stood back up, and her shirt fell to cover it. Mistress blinked a couple of times to get her mind back in the game. At least it’s in the gutter where it should be.

“Get on the bed, on your knees.” Mistress waited until Cassidy was situated. “Arm,” Mistress said simply. Cassidy raised her arm, and Mistress wrapped the cuff of the chain that dangled from the bedpost around Cassidy’s wrist, tightening it securely. Then she repeated the action on the other side. Once Cassidy was strapped in, Mistress walked to her arsenal. This armoire resembled the one in her Pink Room and was similarly stocked. She chose what she wanted for this session and went back to Cassidy.

“You encouraged me to… slow down, Cassidy. I’m not used to having nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to see. Do you know what happens when I don’t have set plans?”

Cass shook her head. She hoped it meant that Mistress devised various ways to punish Cass. Masochist, Cass thought. No, wait. I don’t want anyone else to do this to me. I’m a… Mistresschist. Cass nearly laughed out loud, then yelped when she felt the sharp sting of Mistress’s whip on her thigh, one of the strands barely grazing her pussy.

“Answer me, Cassidy.”

“N-no, Mistress.”

“It means I get bored and wonder what I should do with myself when you’re away from the house all day. So…” Mistress peeled off her jacket and then unhooked her bra. She let both fall to the floor, smiling when Cassidy’s eyes were glued to her tits. It’ll get better, baby. Believe me. She shimmied out of her bikini bottoms, exaggerating the shake of her tits for Cassidy’s enjoyment.

Naked, Mistress climbed on the bed and faced her sub. Her lover. Her wife.

“Since you thought it was a good idea for me not to be busy all the time, you’re going to watch what I wanted to do to myself. Idle hands and all that,” Mistress muttered as she picked up a good-sized dildo.

Cass nearly moaned at the thought. Her pussy contracted just imagining watching Mistress pleasure herself. She squeezed her thighs together for a tiny bit of relief, but it didn’t work. Cass hissed with pleasurable pain when Mistress’s whip slashed across her covered tits.

Mistress reached over and opened Cassidy’s shirt to see those beautiful, small breasts. She wanted to know how the bite of her flog affected Cassidy. Mistress wasn’t disappointed when she was greeted with taut nipples.

“Do you know why I whipped you, Cassidy?”

“No, Mistress,” Cass breathed. Had Mistress said something Cass missed because she was staring at her tits?

“Because you were squeezing your thighs together. Did I tell you you could have pleasure yet?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Spread your legs further apart, Cassidy.”

Cass obeyed, trying so hard to keep her hips from moving. She was so fucking wet she could feel it dripping down her legs, and Mistress hadn’t even started. Cass all but gasped when Mistress laid down. It wasn’t the view Cass expected. Instead of the sight of Mistress’s legs wide open in front of her, Mistress lay with her head near Cass. No, not just ‘near.’ Mistress had positioned herself in a way Cass wasn’t used to.

Mistress and Cass — and Rebecca and Cass — have made love, had sex, fucked in many different places and many different positions. The one position Cass had never had the pleasure of was the one happening right now. Cass almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Mistress’s tongue on her clit. Holy fuck! Is this really happening?

Mistress glided the dildo across her clit and through her wetness as she tasted Cassidy. “Mmm,” she hummed as she sampled Cassidy’s soaking sex, sucking Cassidy’s clit into her mouth. She tastes so good. When Cassidy’s hips bucked, Mistress flattened her tongue, allowing Cassidy to ride it.

Cass wanted to come. She needed to come. Feeling Mistress suck her, her hot tongue tasting her, was so fucking erotic that Cass struggled to last for more than two minutes. She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted this to last forever. And she wanted to watch Mistress fucking herself as she came.

As though Mistress was listening to Cassidy’s thoughts, she slipped the dildo inside her, her hips lifting off the bed to take it all inside. Cassidy’s moaning filled her ears, her taste filled her mouth, and the dildo filled her pussy. Every sensation was rapidly bringing Mistress to climax. Then Cassidy bent slightly, granting Mistress better access to what she wanted most. She thrust her tongue inside Cassidy’s dripping sex, fucking her as she fucked herself.

“Jesus fuck!” Cass gasped. Her arms strained against the cuffs, and her hips bucked as Mistress’s tongue fucked her. Mistress’s chin rubbed against her clit, and Cass knew she wouldn’t last much longer. She watched the dildo plunging in and out of Mistress’s pussy. Mistress’s legs were bent, heels digging into the mattress as her movements became more frantic. Cass knew Mistress was close, too.

“May I come?” Cass panted. “Please, Mistress!”

Mistress reached her free hand back and squeezed Cassidy’s ass cheek, her nails digging in as she latched on to Cassidy’s clit again. She heard Cassidy’s plea and the raggedness of her breath. On the verge of orgasm herself, Mistress patted Cassidy’s ass, giving her permission as she moaned against her clit.

The vibration of that moan set Cass off. “Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!” Fucking hell! Cass’s entire body shuddered against Mistress’s face, yet Mistress didn’t let up. Cass was about to beg her to stop when Mistress suddenly cried out.

Mistress pulled the dildo out, allowing her orgasm to erupt from deep within her. “Cassidy!”