Each heartbeat from Molly's chest reverberated in her head and pulsed behind her eyes. She was close to hyperventilating and tried to concentrate on breathing rhythmically out through her mouth to calm herself. Highly aroused and hyper aware of each movement of the air around her, she shifted on her feet, feeling an aching need for release between her legs.
Molly flinched as a cold hand came into contact with her left shoulder blade, cupping the prominent part lightly. Irene moved so she was stood in front of Molly, close enough for her submissive to make another attempt at a kiss but, if she made such an attempt Irene stayed back, Molly's shackles would be drawn taught.
The Woman had then decided on her next course of action; to 'test' the pathologist's willpower.
"I will now move around you, touch, kiss, caress or stimulate you any way that I wish. You, Miss Hooper, will keep these lips," Irene placed her finger over them, "to yourself. Only use them if I say so. Understood?"
Molly nodded.
The Woman's finger remained vertically pressed against Molly's closed lips with the side slotted firmly into the groove below her nose. She made no effort to remove it and Molly's brow furrowed a little under the blindfold. The lingering of the finger confused her. What was The Woman going to do now?
Soon, the finger's pressure eased a little but did not lose contact completely. The angle changed and Molly felt the firm smoothness of the nail under the edge of her upper lip with the tip against her lower lip. Irene wiggled it a little and pushed it a little inside.
"Part your lips, Miss Hooper." Molly obeyed. "There's a good girl."
The finger slowly and gently moved further in and touched her submissive's soft, wet tongue, prompting a moan from Molly. She withdrew the finger to draw some of the liquid over Molly's bottom lip.
The pathologist felt the cold air rush over the moist area as she breathed out, causing the sensation to shudder through her body. She did not need to see to know that Irene was smiling.
Her superior had still not finished using her finger to tease Molly. She inserted it again and, this time, stroked Molly's tongue, which had stiffened involuntarily, trying hard to fight the urge to slide her tongue over the intrusive finger.
It occurred to her then just now erotic Irene's fingers were. They could do anything to her. They already had done. Irene had fucked her to orgasm using them. The sensation of having the finger in her mouth had her head running into overdrive.
Irene then removed the tip from Molly's tongue and held it between the muscle and her soft palette.
"Now, touch my finger with your tongue."
Molly raised her tongue to make contact with the digit before Irene had even spoken. She pushed the tip into the grooves of each knuckle, over the soft part and up and down the length, tasting the remnants of the leather that Irene had handled and passing traces of soap.
"Suck it." Irene instructed. "Hard."
She closed her lips around the top and sucked so hard that the entire finger entered her mouth, the tip very close to her gag reflex. Irene pulled it halfway out as Molly relaxed and allowed it to enter her subject's mouth each time Molly hollowed her cheeks. The young woman moaned each time, enjoying the taste and feel of the foreign body inside her.
A sound came from Irene's mouth that clearly showed that this act had aroused her to a high level, especially as the finger began to shake in Molly's mouth. This provoked a reaction from Molly to take advantage of this weakness and suck harder and faster, steadying it and causing the blood to rush to the surface.
The warm flesh was then abruptly extracted from Molly's now sore and dry mouth. She frowned a little, missing the feel of a part of Irene in her mouth but stopped once she felt the same finger dancing lightly over her left nipple.
"Oh…" She cried, pulling a little at the chain that suspended her arms, which had dropped in temperature a little.
"Do you like that, Miss Hooper?" Irene asked mockingly, circling the small bud and flickering over the tip, deliberately teasing. Molly curled her toes and shifted at the tickling.
She nodded, not wishing to speak at that point. Molly began to feel fearful that she'd moan embarrassingly loudly or break protocol and beg Irene to release her from both her bonds and the tension between her legs. The dampness was seeping from her body had coated the soft flesh at the tops of her inner thighs.
Irene grinned at the slight parting of Molly's mouth, noticing the silent moans her submissive was struggling to suppress. However much she longed to taste Molly's beautiful lips and have their tongues intertwine as they had done earlier, Molly needed to be taught to control herself and know that begging and longing would not earn her any rewards. The blindfold was therefore not just a way of heightening the sense of the object of Irene's discipline. It was also a way for Irene to mask herself without wearing a one.
The finger continued to dance and flick roughly over Molly's hard nipple, which was now aching from the sharp action. Molly felt the digit leave the area momentarily and faintly heard the sound of a tongue licking at it. Irene replaced the tip against the nipple and made delicate circling motions.
"Oh…hmm…wha…?" Molly stuttered.
"What's that, Miss Hooper? I hope you are not questioning my actions."
"No! No, Miss Adler, I'm sorry!"
The apology was so sincere that Irene would find it hard to believe her candour. It couldn't have been more sincere.
"Okay, I believe you. You have been well behaved since you were bent over the chair, haven't you? You were a very, very bad girl to begin with but now I believe you have completed your penance. Don't you agree, Miss Hooper?"
"Yes, Miss! I do hope that I have been good."
"You have made up for your naughtiness earlier but you are going to have to be extra good for me now in order to receive pleasure." Irene finger ceased to circle and just lightly tapped the tip, causing Molly to jump slightly. Each touch sent an electric current straight to her clitoris, torturing it more with varied and intermittent stimulation. It protested after each jolt, screaming for more and tempting Molly to beg for Irene to deliver it. Yet, she held back, knowing that the best pleasure would be given if she obeyed her superior.
Molly trembled in the suspension cuffs, flexing her fingers so that they did not lose feeling. It was majorly distracting for her arms to be so high up and uncomfortable but the knowledge that she was helpless and Irene was fully in control just served to make each move The Woman made to be even more erotic.
Irene's left palm moved down Molly's back, frustratingly slowly. It swept over her shoulder blade and circled round to the front. She lifted the heel of the palm so that her manicured fingernails and soft fingertips were pressed at the side of Molly's left breast. For a few seconds, they lingered, as if The Woman was thinking about her next more. Or, she knew exactly what to do and was once again playing cruelly with her submissive.
Molly felt Irene's body move and the warmth emanating from her face moved towards her clavicle. She shuddered as cold lips made contact with the protruding bone, lightly, softly and teasing.
"Your skin is immaculate. So smooth and soft." Irene complimented between kisses. Molly sucked in a breath harshly through gritted teeth when she felt the wetness of Irene's tongue circling her breast. The fingers nearby cupped the soft flesh and Molly's clitoris quivered more once she knew that Irene's mouth was merely millimetres from her nipple.
"Now," Irene instructed, grabbing Molly's attention immediately. "You will not make a sound. You will not beg me, move against me or question my actions as I enjoy your body, Miss Hooper. Is that understood?"
Enjoy your body.
Those words were undeniably the sexiest that Molly had ever heard and she wanted to smile and squeal just with the knowledge that her body was about to be worshipped in every way possible. But she daren't. Holding in her feelings during such a ritual would be the ultimate challenge. She accepted with a nod, obeying the demand for silence.
"I remember when I had you pinned against the wall. I wanted to make you come so hard and so, rather impatiently, I didn't explore you or take in each contour of your body, except from your very well chastised bottom, of course. Fucking you against the wall was satisfying, Miss Hooper, but not wholly gratifying. Now, I get to do what I want with you. This is my pleasure. If you are good, you will receive yours."
Each syllable was spoken with the owner's lips poised just above Molly's right nipple. The wait was painful now and Molly shifted her feet a little. She wanted Irene to love and adore every inch of her until they were both satiated.
Oh, please do it, do it now! Molly thought over and over again. Five times these words circumvented her head before they were abruptly cut short when puckered lips engulfed the small, pink nib. Irene smacked her lips as she finished the initial kiss and followed it up with another, this time taking into her warm mouth nearly all of Molly's areola.
The young pathologist bit her lip and interlocked her fingers and gripped the chain as the tongue of the dominatrix lapped at the tip, quickly and deliberately, mimicking the journey of her finger earlier on.
Molly couldn't help but breath in with a slight hiss. It was clear that Irene knew she was pushing the boundary, for a devious laugh came rattling from her throat and vibrated the sheathed nipple, causing it to grow in hardness.
Irene sucked in as much as she could, applying her teeth to the outside of the nipple. She used the right balance of hardness and softness to press Molly further but to allow her some leniency.
The chain was drawn taught with Molly's arms pulling on them as hard as possible. The tension on her wrists was exacerbated by the swirling and flicking of the tongue on her nipple. The Woman then ceased licking, now that the nipple was fully stimulated, and pressed her lips harder around the areola, sucking hard. She couldn't get enough of the tender flesh in her mouth and Molly longed for nothing more than to have Irene do this to her until she came.
Biting her lip harder, she felt her nipple reach the back of Irene's tongue. She knew that Irene had her breast as deep into her mouth as possible and was seeming to want to devour her. Before the pleasure was just about to be replaced by pain, Irene stopped at just the right moment to repeat her actions to the left breast.
The liquid between her legs was now running down the inside of her thigh, distracting her from the assault Irene was making on her left nipple. She inched her legs together and returned to relishing the feeling of The Woman enjoying her body. Irene's hands remained placed on her torso and seemed to not even prepare to move. Irene wanted to taste Molly, lick each part of her body and know that Molly would enjoy every moment whilst trying to exercise willpower that would be tested to the limit. Irene sucked her way to the tip and withdrew her lips before this nipple had even begun to experience the intensity of the other one. Molly almost protested before Irene spoke.
"I should have done this last time. If I'd known how beautiful it would taste and how much you would enjoy it, I would have done this until you came. Oh no, don't think I'm finished with this one yet! It has to just hurt a little and I haven't had enough yet. It isn't over, Miss Hooper, oh no!"
Irene licked a long line diagonally across the breast, pushing hard when she passed the nipple. She enclosed her swollen lips over it again and opened her mouth wide to let in as much as possible whilst massaging the area with the flat of her tongue.
Once again, Molly fought back a moan by clenching her jaw and almost had to swallow the sound of her pleasure. It was harder than anything she had ever had to do and holding off an orgasm was becoming difficult. Her legs trembled and threatened to buckle. She wasn't sure if this was due to her standing position or the fact that she was hurtling towards her climax at increasing speed.
Just as she had done before, Irene stopped licking and purely sucked hard, quickly and hungrily. Was this for Molly's benefit or The Woman's? She wasn't sure but at that moment, she didn't dwell on the question.
"Are you close, Miss Hooper? Nod, don't speak." Irene said with her lips still in close contact with Molly's nipple.
Molly obeyed and shook further. She wanted to come, she really did but, at the same time, she didn't want Irene to stop there. She wanted her orgasm to occur at the end of the session and be so mind-blowing that it epitomised and offered the greatest reward for the entire happenings of the day.
Almost at the precipice, Irene stopped, pulling Molly away from the edge. Frustrated, but grateful for the cessation, Molly sighed and breathed hard and in rhythm with her now rapid heartbeat. Irene straightened up to stand face to blindfolded face with Molly again.
"Enjoyed that, didn't you?" Irene teased. She made her point further by stroking Molly's sweat laced face with one finger.
"Mmm, I think you're arms are starting to lose their sensation, aren't they?" Molly nodded, "Well, I believe I have just the solution. Step back, Miss Hooper."
Molly squinted from behind the blindfold, questioning her instruction.
"Step back!" Irene demanded sharply. This time, Molly did as she was told, albeit tentatively, not understanding why she was being asked to strain her arms further.
To her surprise, whilst there was some tension on the chains, the chains moved with her, scraping their way along what Molly deduced was a large metal bar that was probably attached to the ceiling.
Two, three, four and finally five paces back, Irene stopped her. Her hands that were placed on the waist of her submissive removed themselves and Molly heard The Woman move behind her. She paused and touched Molly's hip lightly.
"Still nice and red, I see. I am pleased!" She mocked, causing Molly to cringe want to stamp her feet harshly. What is she doing? Molly wondered.
A familiar noise of the object that Irene had Molly bend over to receive a spanking earlier could be heard from across the room. The item was being dragged to where Molly was standing and just as she realised what the item was, Molly panicked.
"But… but you've already spanked me, Miss A-Adler!"
"I told you not to speak! I wasn't planning to spank you again but I will if you say one more word. The chair serves many a purpose and not just for punishment. It can also be for pleasure. You have had a warning and one more transgression will earn you either a spanking or I will not let you come. Do I make myself clear?" Irene warned, calmly yet with a slight aggression that put Molly's nerves on edge.
"Now, I will release your hands from the chain but your wrists will still be bound. Bring them down slowly. I will guide you."
The Woman unlocked the chain and Molly almost sobbed with relief at being able to lower her arms.
"Slowly, I said." Irene guided Molly's arms down bit by bit over the course of about a minute until the bound wrists were settled just at her pubic bone. The Woman's arms continued to hold onto Molly's upper arms and, gently, she massaged the aching muscles, being life back into them. Molly wanted to thank her, wanted to make a soft and tender contact with her. The want was so desperate and more undeniable than any crush or infatuation she had felt before. It wasn't just a desire to be dominated in some kinky sex game. It was a longing to be wanted and… loved.
Her heart beat faster as she felt Irene's breath against her skin. Was she really falling or was this a passing feeling that she would be released from as soon as the appointment ended?
The longer they stayed facing one another without word or action, the more Molly's mind wandered. She thought back to when she was being spanked by Irene over her knee and the chair and it surprised her that such a taboo method to achieve sexual satiation would turn her on so much.
Molly understood after the first meeting that as humiliating as it was, it was her ultimate fantasy. She planned for it to happen again once she had recovered and would keep coming back for more. Irene had been right about what to do with Molly from the start. How had she known? Was she a mind reader? Had she somehow known about the erotic story Molly had read when she was at University that she got off to everyday for a month? Or, was she just damn clever? As clever as one other person that Molly knew.
"Sit down, Miss Hooper." Irene told her.
The rebel in Molly wanted to question what she should sit on but she had a feeling that the chair was behind her. She lowered her body and noticed the cold leather come into contact with her thighs. She hissed as her still slightly sore bottom was cushioned against it, holding her weight.
"Lie back." Molly did so. Irene had adjusted it so that it was now at an almost flat level, but was hoisted up a little so that Molly wouldn't be able to see out of the bottom of the blindfold. The knee pads were also adjustable and Molly was aware at that point that Irene had clicked them into different positions to what they were in before.
Molly was stretched, with her feet flat on the floor and her body at about one hundred degrees. What was the point of this? Irene was standing right in front of her, she could sense it. Then, proving her senses, Irene placed both hands on the outside of Molly's thighs.
"Bring your knees up and your feet off the floor." Molly did so. "That's good. Part your legs for me."
Nerves kicked in. Irene had never seen this part of Molly before and the young woman was beginning to feel self-conscious, more so than she did three weeks before when Irene bared her backside over her knee before smacking it repeatedly. She hesitated, knowing she had to obey but also rather scared.
"You've had the pleasure of seeing me, young lady. That pleasure should be returned, surely? Open your legs."
She obliged, holding her breath. Irene suddenly took hold of Molly's ankles once her thighs were parted enough to feel the coolness of the air against her damp skin.
The sold of each foot was strategically placed on the cushion of each pad, holding Molly in a compromised, yet rather comfortably position.
Irene didn't move or speak for about a minute. Molly pressed her mouth into a thin line knowing that Irene was taking in the sight of her femininity.
"I've wanted to do this for so long."
Oh, sorry! Had to leave it there. It's been a while, it's good to be back. A few words would be much appreciated. Thank you.