“I see what porn posts you react to in the server, and what conversations you get involved in,” she said, laughing and waving a dismissive hand when Sylvia sarcastically accused her of being a stalker. “You’re trying to tell me you haven’t noticed the same for me?”
“Fine, we’re both stalkers,” Sylvia rolled her eyes. “I was pretty sure you’d get the second one wrong anyway.”
“About preferring a willing submissive over roleplaying forcing somebody? Domina, that was the easiest one! Literally right now, you’ve got the chance to order me to do whatever you want, but instead you’re choosing to learn all you can about me.” That strange look again, the one that looked a whole lot like approval, but that Sylvia still didn’t quite dare to believe. Whatever it was, it sent happy little shivers through Sylvia’s body.
“Totally worth it to learn you’re a fucking stalker,” Sylvia muttered, trying and failing to sound disapproving. Violet cared enough to spend time researching her! “My turn.” She quickly swapped tabs to the submissive’s version of the quiz. “First one easy, you definitely like being dominated.”
“What gave it away?” Violet teased.
“Second one also easy, pain turns you on.”
Violet’s smile took on a mischievous edge. “Actually, not quite.”
“What?”
“It’s a complicated question! I love the way it puts me in a submissive headspace, but there’s–”
“Wait just a fucking second! All your videos! I’ve literally seen you pull a rubber band back as far as you could and snap it into your clit!”
“Alright, I can see why you’d think–”
“And you’ve used stinging nettles on your boobs!”
She laughed again. “Heh! Oh yeah, I almost forgot that one,” Violet’s grin turned wicked, clearly knowing how much seeing it had turned Sylvia on. “That one hurt like a bitch.”
“And you’re trying to tell me you don’t like pain?”
“I didn’t say that! It’s just complicated–” she stopped, looking off somewhere, thinking. “I think it’ll be easier to explain if I show you, but you’ll have to let me break the respectable young lady rule just a little bit, Domina.”
Sylvia rolled her eyes. “Why am I suspicious? Alright, show me.”
Violet jumped up and grabbed a wireless headset before wandering offscreen, mumbling about trying to remember where she’d put something, before speaking clearly again. “You know that thing you say all the time? How it’s no fun beating a game on easy mode?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s part of my thing, I guess. Anybody can be pleasing to some easy vanilla girl who just wants her pussy eaten. It’s fun, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t do it for me. Managing to please somebody who wants to tie me up and torture me, on the other hand — Oh! There they are.” She reappeared in frame, settling into the rug with her legs tucked underneath her.
“And pleasing your partner is important to you?” Sylvia asked, trying to sound casual as Violet whisked her top off over her head and undid her bra.
“I NEED it.” Violet emphasized the word need, saying it hard enough to distract Sylvia from her beautiful breasts. “I need to feel like I’m wanted, desired, useful, whatever. I need to feel like I’m special. That I’m able to give my partner an experience unlike anything else anybody can give them. For dominant people like you, if that experience is letting you live out your fantasies of inflicting pain on a willing victim, so be it.” Sylvia watched, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open, while Violet casually spilled her guts and fiddled with a pair of nipple clamps. Not just clothespins, actual clamps. Wicked looking ones with springs to make them bite.
Deliberately, she rose on her knees, bringing her chest close to the camera. “You don’t just want somebody’s tongue on your clit, Domina. No, pleasing you is like gaming on the hardest difficulty.” The jaws of the clamp opened, Violet feeding the tip of her nipple between them. “The pain doesn’t get me wet, but–” she let go, let the steel bite into her, right on the tip. Not even behind her nipple where it’d hurt less, right on her most sensitive point! “Fuck!” She groaned momentarily, her face scrunching up before she forced herself to relax and continued. “But that way you’re looking at me right now — that’s what drives me crazy!” She repeated the action with her other breast, then leaned back a bit to give Sylvia a good view. “The way your face is all flushed and your breathing is barely under control, your entire body is tight and you look like you’re absolutely dying to jump through the screen and ravage me. That’s–” she quickly dove a hand under the waistband of her scrubs, then held it up to the camera. It was soaked! “–what gets me going. Being able to turn you on as much as you are right now. Especially knowing how tough you sadists are to please, it makes it so much more rewarding for me.”
Sylvia’s mind raced. A million things clamored for her attention at once. Violet’s body, the steel shining as it rocked up and down with her breathing. Her own body, about which Violet had been exactly right. If she’d ever had more intense tingles rippling through her body without touching herself, she couldn’t remember it. But loudest of all was the excitement in her head as her eyes traced the webs of pussy juice between Violet’s fingers and realization clicked into place. Violet wanted this just as badly as she did! Maybe even more. How many times had Violet complained about being single? If being pleasing really was her thing, not having a partner must really suck.
A voice in the back of her head that sounded a lot like her sister’s yelled at her for never reading anything into that. Violet confiding in her how being single and trying to find compatible dates sucked and all that. She’d always written it off as Violet wanting a friend like her in the same lonely place to commiserate with. Somebody like her who understood. In retrospect, Sylvia couldn’t help feeling like a bit of an idiot.
“You’re amazing,” Sylvia breathed.
“Thank you, Domina.”
“You’re also insane.”
Violet laughed, then just to prove the point, she twisted back and forth hard enough to make her breasts bounce and the clamps swing. “I know!” It must have hurt — there’s no way it didn’t — but Violet still beamed far more satisfaction than pain. “You should see your face!”
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