Blushing, somehow making her horny flushed face even redder than it already was, Sylvia forced her mouth shut and eyes back down from dinner plate size. “You’re the one who started stripping!” Sylvia countered. “Remind me, which one of us is supposed to be the orgasm starved crazy horny bitch?”
She’d meant the question to be a rhetorical joke, but it made Sylvia wonder. What if Violet’s goal was to make this easier for her? If she’d guessed how nervous Sylvia would be, and decided to do this as an icebreaker? To take the plunge into sex for both of them, so Sylvia didn’t have to stress so much?
“Um — why does it have to be only one of us?” Violet chuckled. “But if you’d like, I can go back to respectable lady behavior now.”
If that’s what Violet’s plan was, it had worked. Sylvia felt herself shifting gears, her long dormant inner dominant peeking out to play. Nothing had gone how she’d expected, but fuck it. They both wanted this, why fight it? Go with the flow!
Violet made to take the clamps off, but Sylvia raised her hand. “No.” Violet stopped dead, then let her arms fall to rest on her thighs as she knelt. Was that a little shiver? As if Violet sensed she’d finally provoked Sylvia’s domme side out? “Be honest, this is what you wanted, right? You wanted to make me feel comfortable my first time by breaking the ice for us?”
It had been a guess, but it fit Violet so well, Sylvia wasn’t surprised at all by Violet’s nod. “Yes, Domina,” she confirmed, a little sheepishly. “Sorry if I’m out of line.”
Sylvia felt a different kind of warmth spread through her chest. “You really are awesome. Honestly, I’ve been kind of freaking out for days. I really appreciate it, but,” Sylvia changed tones, from warm and friendly into the Domme voice that seemed natural to her in her fantasies. “You did undermine my plan, and even though it’s exactly what I needed, we still can’t be encouraging that, can we?”
That was definitely a shiver! “No, Domina.”
“I think we’ll leave those clamps where they are while we finish figuring your test out. There’s still so much I want to learn about you!”
“Yes, Domina!” Violet’s enthusiasm was so genuine, Sylvia’s Domme tone slipped for a second for a burst of laughter to slip through. “What?” Violet asked.
“You’re just so excited to keep getting your nipples crushed, it’s cute! Are you absolutely sure you’re not a masochist?”
“God, my life would be so much easier if I was.”
Since Violet already seemed to have a handle on what Sylvia liked, they focused on Violet’s kinks, and Sylvia quickly got better at predicting her responses. When they got to the question about whether Violet liked having people watch her being naked or having sex, Sylvia would initially have just said Violet’s videos made her a clear exhibitionist. But, understanding her drive to be pleasing to others added a bit of depth to it, especially when she was single and had to look elsewhere for the emotions she needed.
Sylvia was just feeling proud of herself when Violet added, “But yeah, doing stuff that feels risky excites me. Like, a lot.”
“So you are just an exhibitionist perv!”
Violet grinned and shrugged, “Sometimes, the simplest answer is the right one.”
Light reflected off the clamps surface whenever Violet moved, irresistibly drawing Sylvia’s eyes. She felt like a cat watching a laser pointer, especially the way her hands itched to reach out and play with them, despite being on a screen. She leaned in, pretending to be thinking about the next batch of questions while enjoying the view.
“They hurt more when you take them off, right?” Sylvia asked, remembering her own experiments with clothespins and the intensity of blood rushing back all at once, and that it wasn’t safe to keep them in one spot for too long.
“Yeah,” Violet replied, not needing an explanation for the non sequitur.
“Do it, then put them back on a bit lower down.”
Watching Violet shudder, hearing her breath hiss out and seeing the mean imprints left dented into her flesh was hot. What really got Sylvia’s blood pumping, though, was the way Violet immediately jumped to obey her. The feeling of power and control coursed through her, making her feel giddy with excitement.
“Good girl,” Sylvia praised. “Now rub yourself.” Violet did, making comforting motions over her abused buds, but stopping at Sylvia’s laugh. “I should have been more specific. Get your hand in your pants, I want you good and ready for when I start playing with you.”
It was nice to finally see Violet having her turn being taken aback! Just for a second, her eyes went a little wider, then the delighted smile returned. “Yes Domina!”
“And Violet, I know you probably know this already, but to be clear. No cumming without my permission.”
“I won’t, Domina. Um–do you want these off, or?” She asked, toying with the waistband of her pants.
Sylvia grinned wickedly. Of course she wanted Violet naked! But she wanted to tease Violet even more. “Patience! All in good time. Now, this question here, I’m gonna guess pet play isn’t your thing.”
Violet had reached down under her pants and must have reached her clit, because she purred loudly at the end of Sylvia’s sentence. Her eyes unfocused for a second, her head tilted back and she made an adorable little O-shape with her mouth that made Sylvia’s lips tingle, longing to kiss her. “Sorry, what was that?” Violet finally asked, her voice a little shaky, and Sylvia grinned even wider. Distracting Violet was going to be much easier and more fun than she’d imagined.
“Pet play, not your thing.”
“Not really,” Violet confirmed, a bit breathily as her hand continued working under her clothes.
“Just like you hate mommy slash little girl role-play.”
“Fuck, don’t even get me started on that.”
“I’ve seen your rants on the server! They’re hilarious.”
“I wouldn’t have to rant if Psychotica would stop calling me little girl and claiming I have mommy issues,” Violet said, as grimly as she could manage under the circumstances.
Sylvia chuckled. “I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t believe you’re gay. Like, he thinks you’re just holding out on him.”
“Remember what I said about doms who treat subs like sheep? Yep, he’s the poster child of that camp.”
Sylvia hummed softly to herself, enjoying watching the erotic rising and falling fabric between Violet’s legs. Strangely, as much as she felt herself getting more and more turned on, the urge to do something about it seemed easier to control now. Like feeling this sense of control over Violet made it easier. Or, maybe not easier, but more natural? “You’re just not really into roleplaying anything other than yourself,” Sylvia guessed. “You always seem really proud of yourself in all your videos. I’ve always liked that.”
Violet’s face lit up just a little bit more at the compliment. “What can I say? I’ve worked really hard to get where I am. Like, my pain tolerance used to be awful, and I used to be terrified of needles.” She paused, just long enough to give Sylvia time to imagine how she might have overcome that fear, before bringing her free hand up to her breast and tapping around her areola, pink flushing to red from the pressure of the clamps. “All around here, Domina.”