Such a fucking tease! Well, two could play at that game. “Stop fingering yourself,” Sylvia ordered. “But leave your hand where it is, just feel your horny wet pussy and leave it wanting.”
Somehow, Sylvia seriously doubted she’d ever get tired of hearing “yes, Domina” in Violet’s voice.
They continued on like that, a page of questions at a time, Sylvia slowly unraveling the mysteries of the submissive mind. She still thought they were insane, and subs looking for relationships with sadists to help them feel safe was a contradiction, but at least she was making progress. At least for Violet, it wasn’t a physical sense of safety she was after. She wanted somebody to safeguard her emotions. Someone who would always make her feel wanted, and appreciate what she did for them.
It made some amount of sense, even if Sylvia quietly believed Violet was at least a little masochistic. After all, she could probably satisfy her submissive urges without going to the painful extremes she seemed eager to.
By the time they finished the quiz, Sylvia had instructed Violet to shift the clamps all around the edges of her nipples, and the results were beautiful. They’d flushed fully red, each new set of bite marks adding to the puffy, engorged tapestry of pain. Gradually, Violet’s stamina wore down as her breasts got more sensitive, the hurt and strain showing more clearly on her face with each release of the clamps and new bite.
And Sylvia hadn’t let her go back to pleasuring herself properly. Only teasingly, limiting Violet to rubbing her thighs, pressing against her pussy through her pants, or giving her no stimulation at all. The way her hips started unconsciously rocking and she let out the occasional frustrated moan was music to Sylvia’s ears.
But as much as Violet was showing it, Sylvia was definitely the more excited of them to get to the end of the quiz. Far more.
“Thanks for indulging me, it was really informative,” she said. “Now, are you ready to play?”
“Fuck,” Violet groaned, then chuckled at the eagerness Sylvia was feeling. “Is it too late to worry I’ve created a monster?”
“Far too late!” Sylvia exclaimed, then bit her lip. “But if you do want to stop, please feel free to tell me. I know we didn’t set up any safewords or anything.”
“I know. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m really enjoying this.”
She’d known it, could see it clearly enough, but hearing the confirmation unambiguously was still relieving. Sylvia took a deep breath, leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, preparing herself. So, Violet wanted somebody who appreciated her? Well, that’s exactly what she’d get!
One of the benefits of never clearing off her desk was having tons of stuff available in easy reach, even stuff she didn’t foresee needing. Opening her eyes, Sylvia reached behind the array of sex toys charging on the power strip by her second monitor for the clothespins she hadn’t touched since trying them out months ago.
How many times had she fantasized about making a speech like this? Hopefully enough to do a good job improvising it from the top of her head.
“You said you were proud of your pain tolerance.” Sylvia held the pins up, showing them to the camera. “You should be. I know firsthand how much they hurt, especially when you keep releasing them and replacing them, and you’re taking it like a goddamn champ.” Sylvia smiled her widest, gazing hungrily down at Violet kneeling on her screen and letting all the want she felt show. “But that only makes me want to push you harder. I want to see how much you can take, and I want to push you there and beyond. Take the clamps off, then put them back directly on your nipples. Right on the tips, like you had them the first time.”
“Yes, Domina,” Violet breathed. She’d said it softly, almost unconsciously, like it had been automatic as she obeyed. Like acknowledging Sylvia as her Domina was the most natural thing in the world to her, and it sent a new shiver of dominant power through Sylvia’s core.
Violet held her breast, breathing quickly, her face focused for a second before letting the clamp sink back into her. The effect was much more intense than any of the previous rounds, the added sensitivity and Violet’s waning stamina making her jump slightly and ball her hands into fists as she fought to master the intensity of the sensations flooding her.
“That’s so hot,” Sylvia said, wishing she had a more elegant way of expressing what she felt. She didn’t, but Violet didn’t mind.
“Thanks,” she said, then repeated the process on the other side.
Descriptive words were failing her, but inspiration struck Sylvia. She stood, lightly pat her dress to straighten it out, then reached down on either side around the hem. Deliberately, making it clear what she was doing without lifting the front of the dress and showing her intimate parts, she worked her panties down.
“You see what you do to me?” Sylvia asked, holding them up to the camera, her wetness obvious in the shiny discoloration at the front.
Violet’s reaction had to be the most satisfying thing Sylvia had ever felt in her life. Violet looked like Sylvia had lit a fire underneath her, squirming where she knelt like she suddenly had more pressure inside than she could contain, her eyes shining with naked desire and lust.
She’d done that. More than instructing Violet and being obeyed, the thrill that surged inside Sylvia was the intense satisfaction of connecting with something unconscious inside her sub. She’d found one of Violet’s buttons, she’d learned and understood a piece of how Violet’s mind worked, and now she could use that to play with Violet like a puppet.
“You like that, don’t you,” Sylvia purred. “You like seeing your Domina is just as much of a horny mess as you are?” Violet nodded, apparently at a momentary loss for words, so Sylvia pressed on. “You want more of this, don’t you?” Another nod. “You wanna make your Domina cum?”
“Yes!”
Sylvia cocked her head to the side, pretending to think and pointedly ignoring the fact that she was so worked up, a strong breeze across her clit would probably be enough stimulation to set her off. “Well then, if you want to make me cum for you, you’ll have to earn it. Those clamps came with a chain, right?”
“Oh, I’ve definitely created a monster,” Violet said, smiling eagerly as she rose to get it despite hissing through her teeth as the motion caused her breasts to move. Yeah, definitely at least a little masochistic.