“Let me taste your mouth.” She whispered. “But do not let go of the bar or the cuffs might hurt.”
I leaned back against the mattress, feeling dizzy as her soft lips met mine, our tongues touching as I gripped the bar as hard as I could, feeling my body respond with a primal need for relief.
I felt the heat of her breasts against mine, and I rolled my hips against the pillow under them and groaned in agonizing anticipation.
“You may let your body respond to my love.” She whispered. “I like when you move uncontrollably.”
“Yes Mistress.” I gasped.
Her hands cupped my breasts, and I felt heat spread through my belly as her fingers began to knead my sensitive nipples.
“How needful are you slut?” she whispered.
“So needful Mistress.” I panted. “So needful that I can’t control it.”
“Does that mean you want me to find something to resolve your neediness slut?” she whispered.
“Yes Mistress.” I answered. “I do.”
“You do what?” she hissed, pinching my nipples.
I fought the urge to squirm.
“I want you to resolve my neediness Mistress.” I said.
“Slut, stop being so fucking unclear.” She said. “You want? Or you need?”
“Mistress, it’s need.” I panted. “I need it so bad.”
“How bad slut?” she asked in a sweet and kind voice, her fingers tracing over my stiff nipples.
“My whole body needs it Mistress.” I groaned. “My whole body feels so desperate for it. I’m aching for it Mistress. Please help me with my dirty fucking needs Mistress.”
“And then?” she asked me, her fingers strumming over my nipples.
My eyes were clenched tightly closed behind the blindfold, and I could see colors swimming around as my body experienced tingles and throbs that I had never felt before.
“Then?” I asked, confused. “Then Mistress?”
“Then what happens slut?” she whispered, one of her hands fluttering down over my belly. “What comes after I resolve your dirty fucking needs?”
“Whatever….whatever you want Mistress.” I panted. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do Mistress.”
She grabbed my hair and pulled, causing me to lay my head back on the pillow as her hot breath danced against my throat.
One of her fingers was just barely brushing against my clit, and it felt like a flame dancing against my engorged bit of flesh.
“You are fucking right slut.” She said. “Whatever I fucking want is what you will fucking do for me. Or with me. Or in front of me. Or to me.”
“Yes Mistress.” I moaned. “Whatever you want Mistress. For you. Or with you. Or while you watch. Or to you. I’ll do it all Mistress Isabella. All of it.”
“Are you ready for something to help you?” she asked, her finger pressing against my clit.
“Yes Mistress.” I sobbed. “Please Mistress.”
“You have never felt an orgasm before?” she asked. “Were you telling your Mistress the truth earlier?”
“I don’t think I have Mistress.” I moaned.
“Very well.” Mistress Isabella told me. “I think my filthy slut deserves to feel the sexual power of her body.”
I felt her bite my shoulder, and I gasped at the sharp pain.
Then I felt her mouth move against my throat, and she licked and kissed her way down my chest, between my breasts, down my belly, with her tongue flicking in and out of my belly button as I struggled to control my breathing.