Three Day Weekend
"Who owns this?" Alex paused for the answer, resisting the urge to smirk just yet. There would be plenty of time for that later. She trailed her fingers down to scratch gently at Olivia's throat. "And this?" Again she waited for a satisfactory answer and was soon gratified. She nipped playfully at her pet's collar with her fingernails and, leaning down to reach, cupped one of Olivia's breasts in her palm. Now she would smirk, staring down at the kneeling woman with haughty intensity that contrasted with her affectionate caress. "What about this? Who does this belong to?"
"You, ma'am. It belongs to you." Olivia's voice was hardly more than a whisper and Alex could hear her trembling and feel it in her hand. This was just as Alex wanted her; they had hardly begun and already Olivia was shivering in anticipation. This promised to be great fun. They had three full days together – Good Friday and Easter weekend – and Alex had great plans for that time. She could hardly wait for Olivia to experience all the surprises she had in store but Alex wanted to pace herself. The waiting would make it all the sweeter.
"Right again, darling," she cooed, stroking Olivia's soft hair possessively, as one might do for a beloved dog. "How did I ever get so lucky to own such a smart pet?" She paused for effect and to give Olivia an extra moment to enjoy the touch. Who could know? If Olivia misbehaved, this might be the only pleasure she felt all weekend. She bowed low and kissed Olivia's lips with a light and lingering touch. Abruptly, she pulled back and rose from her seat, hardly giving Olivia a chance to stand before purring, "Come along, dear."
Alex chuckled as Olivia hurriedly obeyed. There really had been no need for her command. A short lead clipped to the belt loop of Alex's jeans kept Olivia constantly at her side, standing when she stood and kneeling when Alex sat. But, still, barking commands that Olivia was helpless to disobey was too humorous to resist and Alex persisted. She walked quickly, leading her submissively stooping pet into the bedroom. Part of her really was in a hurry to get their fun started, but another part was already enjoying herself. Olivia's chains rattled and tinkled noisily as she struggled to keep up with hobbled steps and it was a very pretty sound. That it, Alex liked it almost as much as the posture forced on her beautiful girlfriend by her leash. She liked it so much, she decided that, next time, she'd just have to make it even shorter.
Schooling her expression into one of innocent excitement and love, Alex sank into the plush armchair in the corner of her bedroom and stopped Olivia from kneeling. Instead, she beckoned for the brunette to sit on her lap, a task made deliciously awkward by the leash and by her bound hands and feet. But, earnest as she was and eager to please, Olivia managed it with only a little help. Good, good, Alex thought happily, it's time for a little taste of reward. Olivia looked so sweet curled in her lap, her eyes demurely downcast and her head held uncomfortably low. She was as obedient and helpless as a baby. Alex stroked her shoulders and hair with one hand while she slipped the other between Olivia's legs.
"Already wet, Liv? I hardly even touched you. Keep this up and I'm going to think that you're easy." She grinned and pressed her lips to Olivia's temple, relishing how her girlfriend trembled against her as she was aroused. She could feel the hot flush rising in Olivia's cheeks and sensed the very beginnings of hastily stifled sounds from Olivia's throat. That would be enough, she decided.
Without warning, she withdrew her hand from giving her pet pleasure and almost laughed out loud at Olivia's instant and carefully silent disappointment. "Oh, don't be so sad," Alex teased. "You'll get more later. Well, if you're a good girl that is." As she spoke, she pressed her fingers to Olivia's lips and coaxed her to open her mouth. Tightening her grip on Olivia's hair until the submissive woman took Alex's fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucked and lapped her own taste from her mistress's hand. As she watched Olivia's cheeks hollow and felt the sensuous warmth of Olivia's tongue, Alex couldn't help licking her own lips and forgetting all about her plans for a moment. Really, Olivia was too much. A flush of warmth spread to her own core and she felt the familiar tingle of desire before she forcibly returned her thoughts to her task at hand. Sure, throwing Olivia onto the bed and taking her now would be fun but Alex reminded herself of how much better it would be with a little extra effort. Good things come to those who wait, she mused, yanking her hand away and shoving Olivia from her lap.
With quick reflexes, Olivia caught herself on her knees despite her chains. Instantly, Alex was on her feet, pulling Olivia's back perfectly straight by the tension of the lead on her collar. Alex kicked her knees apart, though the kicks weren't particularly forceful. Olivia complied out of trust and obedient love, not because Alex hurt her. On the contrary, the discomfort of her posture and her secure and willing endurance of it enhanced her own pleasure and her mistress's as well. That was why she obeyed, keeping still and silent even as Alex knelt beside her, pushing her face to the floor and dropping a handful of items.
That was why she didn't flinch away when she felt Alex's fingers, slick with something cold, touching and probing her most private flesh. This wasn't a type of play Alex requested very often nor was it something Olivia always allowed. That said, it could be exceptionably pleasurable, thrusting Olivia deep into her role as a perfect pet and submissive and making Alex gloat with possession. As Alex inserted one finger into her anus, all unconscious resistance washed out of her body and she was instantly relaxed. Through so many months of Alex's training, Olivia's couldn't help it. Her trust had become so complete that, the moment she gave Alex her permission, this touch made her feel completely owned and dissolved her will. She belonged to Alex, body and soul.
It took only a few moments for Alex to achieve her goal from the first touch to complete insertion of the plug into Olivia's ass. This toy was new to their play; it had only come in the mail a few days before. It was larger than anything Alex had tried before but it was soft, made of smooth, black silicone. All the same, Alex worked slowly, paying careful attention to her pet's breathing and the small mewls she made as each progressively larger knob slid into her. Normally, Alex expected complete silence and enforced this expectation ruthlessly. There were, however, exceptions. These tiny, barely audible sounds were one of those exceptions. They were just too arousing to be denied. Alex bent and nuzzled her lips against the back of Olivia's neck. "How does that feel, sweetie?" She wiggled the base of the plug gently.
Olivia hummed and shuddered. "Ma'am," she moaned as Alex moved her touch from the plug to caress her lower, dipping to touch her warm, wet core. Alex chuckled and kissed her again. This was going even better than she had hoped. She had Olivia exactly where she wanted her.
With the same gentleness, Alex pressed the tip of a large, lubed dildo between Olivia's folds, making her pet shiver with anticipation of being completely filled. Touching and teasing Olivia's clit, Alex eased the silicone dildo into her, thoroughly enjoying every subtle shift in her expression. Her lips parted as she signed and her eyebrows creased as her cheeks flushed with debauched color. Alex felt similar color and heat rise in her own pale complexion but kept her composure. Olivia looked about as sexy as she ever had but she still belonged to Alex and there was no hurry. Besides, there was work to be done before pleasure and Alex had no intention of doing the chores herself.
She stood and coaxed Olivia to straighten her back and kneel upright though she kept her knees widely spread. Alex uncoiled a bundle of rope with a flick of her wrist. Deftly, she wound the rope around Olivia's slender waist, pulling it tight and threading the doubled strands between her legs. This would keep the toys firmly in place and, as an added bonus, the knots Alex had tied into the rope earlier were pressed into Olivia's sensitive flesh on either side of her already aroused clit. With every movement, the silicone toys would shift inside of the submissive woman and the bumpy knots would rub against her tender flesh. The combination would be absolute torture, for Olivia at least. Alex, for her part, intended to enjoy it.
Alex took a moment to survey her accomplishments. Olivia was deeply flushed and equally deeply in her submissive state. Her chest was already heaving and, though she tried to be still, she couldn't control her delicious shivering. But, though she looked delectable, there was still something missing. Alex smirked. She had just the finishing touch. She unhooked the lead from her belt loop, pulling it slowly to force Olivia to lean back until Alex could clip it to the chain linking her ankles. This left Olivia far off balance, tightening the rope between her legs uncomfortably and exposing her long throat and trembling breasts. Alex sat on the edge of her chair and, picking up the riding crop laying on the rug, caressed Olivia's cheeks and breasts with the leather tip.
Biting her lip in concentration, she drew the crop back and whipped it forward, stopping just short of Olivia's skin. Olivia gasped and flinched at the breath of air and the subtle sound, anticipating the sting. Alex laughed out as Olivia tensed and then relaxed. She loved toying with her like this. Her laughter served two carefully calculated purposes. First, being laughed at made Olivia squirm in uncertainty and embarrassment. Secondly, it covered the sound of the crop cutting through the air again so that, when it connected sharply with Olivia's breast, the brunette jerked in surprise and unexpected pain. Alex used her free hand to soothe the fresh, red mark.
"Mmm, that looks so pretty, Olivia. What do you say when I give you a gift to make you look so beautiful?" Before she finished her statement, she landed an equally sharp blow on Olivia's other breast.
"Th… thank you, ma'am," Olivia gasped, struggling to spit out the words between Alex's rapid-fire blows. She didn't hit hard; breasts were delicate. It was just enough to make a pretty pattern on her delicate skin and, with sufficient repetition, to make her full breasts tender and irritatingly sore. It would drive Olivia mad. Alex stooped and took one of her girlfriend's nipples between her lips, laving it with her tongue and enjoying its unusual heat and tautness. Perfect, she mused.
She unclipped the short leash, changing Olivia's posture as she affixed the end to the chain on her handcuffs. This would be much more comfortable for her. At least for now, Alex laughed to herself. She buried her hand in Olivia's short hair, grasping a handful and pulling her forward, forcing her to follow awkwardly on her hands and knees. In this fashion, Alex practically dragged her pet into their kitchen, relishing each moment of Olivia's slow and tortured progress. With each shuffling movement, Olivia bit her tongue against gasps of strange and insistent pleasure. The toys shifted inside of her and her clit seemed to be rubbing raw against the knotted rope. The friction of her arms against her sore breasts constantly reminded her of her discomfort. Alex shoved her towards a plastic bucket waiting on the tiled floor, growling as Olivia yelped audibly.
"Oho, Liv," Alex jeered playfully. "You're being awfully noisy today. You might want to knock it off or I'll have to get out the gag." Alex chuckled gleefully, smoothing her palm over Olivia's hair as the brunette instantly pressed her lips together and ducked her head. She knew exactly how effective this threat would be; Olivia hated being gagged more than just about anything else Alex could dish out. Just the suggestion of it was enough to put Olivia quickly on her best behavior. Alex took advantage of this moment of unsettlement to kick the plastic bucket at her pet, thrusting it across the smooth floor and slopping a generous amount of cold, soapy water over Olivia's hands. Olivia recoiled and snuck a quick glance up at her mistress. She finally had an inkling of exactly what Alex had planned and, she had to admit, she was disappointed.
"Boy, you really are getting squirrelly. Well, you know that you're completely in control here; if you don't want to do your chores, you can just say the word." Alex fixed a wistful expression on her face, almost pouting at the idea of their play being cut short. She was not making light of their practice of using a safe word. On the contrary, she was certain that Olivia was well aware of her rights; she had exercised them occasionally in the past when Alex pushed her beyond her limits. No, this was just a case of teasing. Alex just wanted to butter her up with a little shame to convince her to get working on the floor. Alex leaned down and balled her fist around the rope at Olivia's waist. She jerked her forward by the pressure of the rope between her legs, practically shoving her face-first into the bucket.
Olivia yelped but bit off the sound as Alex's threat of the gag popped into her thoughts. Steadying herself on her knees after her mistress's sudden movement, Olivia lifted the stiff-bristled brush from the bucket and began to scrub at the floor. She carefully kept her eyes down turned and made no sound; she could already feel Alex becoming irritable because of her hesitation and disobedience. She focused on the constant reminder of her position – the thick plug and dildo filling her – and decided to cut her losses and obey. Each choice she made to submit made the subsequent choice easier and more rewarding until she felt she was sinking into her role as Alex's treasured possession. She slopped more water onto the tile and began scrubbing away, instantly certain that she had made the right choice. Alex hummed her approval and caressed the length of her back. Despite her intention to remain obedient, Olivia couldn't help arching her spine a little to encourage the contact.
Alex grinned in proud satisfaction. Now that it was being implemented, Alex was wildly pleased with her plan. Olivia's position granted Alex a very pleasant view of her body. With every stroke of the brush, the lead connection her wrists to her collar forced her to bend low, inadvertently presenting her ass in a most delightful manner. All in all, as she labored to please her mistress, Olivia made a very pretty and sexy picture. All the same, Alex had no intention of spoiling her pet with too much attention. Chores were stores and not intended to be fun. With a pinch to her girlfriend's ass, Alex chuckled and left. If she hurried, she would be just in time to catch the beginning of The View. It would be a plausible distraction and it would annoy the hell out of Olivia while she labored. Besides, an hour was just the right amount of time, in Alex's estimation, for the toys to make her pet crazy and to teach her a memorable lesson about appreciating Alex's too frequent indulgences.