This is intended to be closer the slow burn end of the spectrum than quick get-you-off. If you want a fast dive into sex, you may want to look elsewhere.
This story originated as a treat for my online friends, as well as a chance to explore online play as different sort of setting than I’ve written about in the past. Now the story is finished, I’d like to share it here, and I really hope you enjoy!
I’ve uploaded all three parts together, so hopefully parts two and three make it through the approval process and are available soon.
Huge thanks to everybody who helped, including feedback, edits, and encouragement from 29wordsforsnow, Echo, Jane, Anze, and EGRI.
Tags: BDSM, female submissive, female dominant, lesbian, orgasm denial, masturbation, romance, consensual
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Prologue — Violet
Violet managed to keep her emotions down all the way to her car and around the corner, out of sight of Mistress’s — sorry, EX-Mistress’s — house. Honestly, she wasn’t even really that upset about breaking up. Not as such, anyway. They hadn’t really been together long enough for Violet to get hung up missing her. It’s just… five dommes in five years. Five failed relationships. At some point, didn’t that sort of mean it wasn’t them? Didn’t it mean she herself, as the only common variable, was the problem?
Sure, there were perfectly justifiable reasons why they’d all been bad matches. Five years ago, Jasmine had been such an insufferable princess, it had been like dating the actual Disney character. Then, Mei had been the opposite extreme. Shy in the bedroom to the point that Violet forgot who was meant to be topping who. Vanessa had been great, and they’d been together for two whole years, but unfortunately she’d desperately wanted kids, and Violet wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.
Breaking up with Vanessa had been heartbreaking, and Violet had thrown herself into the arms of the next dominant woman she could find just to make the hurt go away. Which, of course, it hadn’t. Rebounding with Kathy had been a mistake. Kathy was emotionally manipulative to the point of abusiveness, and even though she knew what was happening, Violet stayed in the relationship for months out of some fucked up desire to see how far Kathy would push her before breaking up.
And now, ex-Mistress Zoey…
Violet had come to her house today expecting a sexy scene where Mistress worked from home and she was a good toy under her desk, rubbing her feet and eating her pussy whenever Mistress asked. Instead, Violet found herself hating her front row seat to Mistress’s work life. As much as she tried to ignore it, to convince herself it was a mistake, one meeting after the next made it pretty inescapable.
Zoey was an idiot. An incompetent bullshitter and a complete bitch to everybody working under her.
Violet sighed, frustration and anger making it hard to concentrate on the road.
It was so obvious in retrospect. They’d only been dating for a few weeks, but really, Violet should have known better from the start. Was she really so desperate for somebody that she’d become like this? Putting so many sets of blinders on herself that she’d been drawn in by that dumbass?
Her fingers hurt, and it took a few seconds before Violet realized she’d been trying to squeeze the life from the steering wheel. Well, fuck the goddamn wheel! It felt good to hurt, and SOMETHING had to pay.
But just as soon as she thought it, she felt ashamed of herself and forced her body to relax. This wasn’t her, she hated feeling angry like this. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
Five failed relationships. Five data points, right in a row, drawing a trend line pointing right back at herself. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she–
Violet slammed on the brakes, only barely skidding to a halt short of running a red light. “DEEP FUCKING BREATHS!”
Somehow, completely inexplicably, yelling at herself did exactly nothing to calm her down.
So she gave up and just let herself go. At least in the car, nobody could hear her curse, and she did feel a little better when she finally pulled into the garage. Or at least, less tempted to break things.
Something needed to change. Otherwise, what was the point of dwelling on the past if it wasn’t to fix things going forward? From now on, Violet wouldn’t be the good, passive little submissive, sitting back and waiting for dominants to approach her. She’d go out and find herself a domme, even if it meant picking and choosing her way through hundreds of women to find the right one.
Somebody she could connect with, like Mistress Vanessa, except not baby crazy. Somebody with a big enough sadistic streak to keep up with Violet’s kinkiness, but who would genuinely want to care for her afterwards. Someone strong enough to keep control over Violet, but who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable with her. Somebody who was… well, enough of a full and complete human being to want to connect with her as more than just a living sex toy.
And, for the love of god, make her somebody who didn’t think she was too cool to laugh during sex.
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Part 1 — Sylvia, a few months later.
Do Juno with us! They said.
It’ll be fun! They said.
You’ll never want to go back to masturbating normally again! They said.
You want to find out what it’s like to feel submissive, there’s no better way! They said.
At least that last one was true. The other two? Flagrantly fucking false.
Sylvia was fully aware how bad an idea reading the NSFW Discord chat channels was at a time like this, but she couldn’t help herself. It was all she could do to hold herself back loading up more torture porn and rubbing her clit to the boiling point, yet again. Anything short of that had to be fair game.
Echo: 0.0 MISS!
Lady_Anze: Yes, Echo?
Lady_Anze: Be a good slut and use your words.
Echo: sdrwrasdfm MIIIISSSSS
Lady_Anze: Sorry, you’ll have to try again. I don’t speak bottom
Echo: canipleasetouchmypussytodayplease
Echo: *hides*
Lady_Anze: Oh, why didn’t you say so before!
Lady_Anze: Of course you may
Echo: Yes! Thank you Miss
Lady_Anze: As long as you report back to everybody here what you’ve done with that privilege afterwards, that is.
Echo: O.O MIIIIIISSSSSSS
There’s a lesson here. Leave the month-long orgasm denial marathon to the born submissives like Echo who are crazy enough to enjoy it. Seeing Echo’s desperation had the effect on Sylvia it always did, hitting her right in her sadistic heart and sending a surge directly to her pussy, making her desperately grip the arms of her desk chair and will herself not to lose control. Not now, with only three days left in June. So fucking close to the finish line, and yet oh so very far.
It gets easier when you get used to it! They said.
You’ll love how sexy it makes you feel! They said.
Bullshit. It was fucking torture, every day was more tortuous than the last, and Sylvia hated it. Hated the constant desperation, the way her pussy would never shut up and she couldn’t stop wanting to jump out of her own skin, but most of all, she hated the neediness. That feeling of always wanting support. Wanting to talk about her fucking feelings and have somebody sympathize with her.