Day Eight, Part Two...
"Why did you do that to me…?" Said Irelia.
A smile came to my face, forgetting all about what just happened outside with Zyra. "Did you obey my orders?"
Irelia opened her mouth, but stammered and nodded her head instead, her cheeks becoming pink as the anger in her face subsided slightly.
"Lift your skirt." I ordered with a chuckle.
It seems I barely regretted that I was caught, as doing this in the entrance of the mansion was like begging to be caught again.
Am I caring less that others might find out that I am a slut? Or is my intense lust just making me act reckless?
Her teeth sunk firm into her bottom lip as her hands fell to her skirt without hesitation, lifting it up to obey my command as her arousal began to show itself in her face. I dropped my eyes and shook my head, amazed with how wet she was. Her excitement coated her inner thighs with a glistening sheen, dripping down onto her stockings which were too tight for a woman so muscular, pressing into her flesh.
"Stop pretending to be mad," I said, looking up at her.
She groaned.
"Because you're not. You can't let a woman like me slip away. You need me to dominate you."
Her brow furrowed and her anger began to show itself more than her arousal.
"And that's because you're a disgusting, submissive slut who's been looking for someone to give you what you want," I said, ignoring the fact that I was pissing her off. "And now, she stands in front of you."
Irelia opened her mouth to say something but silenced herself with an intense bite of her lips once more. My words were stoking the fire between her thighs. A fire which I couldn't put out last night. A fire which was burning as hot as my collar.
A fire which I told her to keep alive, and judging from what I can see right now, it's still burning as hot as ever...
"You've been thinking about what I did, and could've done to you last night, all day. The evidence is right there, between your thighs." I stated, moving my eyes back down to her still-risen uniform. "Now drop your skirt, you slut."
She did so right away, just like I ordered.
"Now what brings you here?"
"…I need you to fuck me." She demanded, speaking as if she were famished.
I tilted my head and rose my hand forward, wrapping my fingers around her neck before pinning her to the wall to my right. "Who do you think you're speaking to like that?"
Her face contorted in pleasure as my grip tightened, her breasts heaving as she began to breathe more heavily.
"You're disgusting," I stated.
Her eyes lowered and spotted the vibrator's remote tucked within my stocking. "You too."
My grip harshened even further, but I still didn't feel entirely in control. I still felt intimidated by her. If she wanted to, she could easily overpower me. The only women she might not be able to would be Leona, and Sejuani. And I wasn't Leona, or Sejuani.
But with my powers, I could overpower anyone, anything.
...Ahri just caught me by surprise. I was being careless, that night. I won't ever let it happen again.
...But maybe, it won't ever happen again, because maybe my powers won't ever be returned...
"You don't get to speak to me like that," I said, closing in on her as I shoved my right thigh between her legs, applying pressure to her crotch.
"S-sorry, Mistress…" She nervously muttered.
Being called that lit me afire, but maybe the heat was coming from the collar, something which I still chose to ignore despite it being a stupid idea to do so.
And even though I was incapable of casting spells, being called that filled me with power. A different type...
I could her juices running down my thigh as I looked down to see her humping it slowly, shaking my head as I rose my eyes back up to see the impatience in her face. "Do you want me to fuck you? Right here, right now?"
She nodded her head. "But not here…"
Neither of us wished to be caught like I just was with Sona. We were both ashamed of our lust. We didn't want others to know how disgusting we truly were.
But I was beginning to worry that I didn't care anymore. Part of me just wanted to fuck her right here, right now, knowing how dangerous it would be. The possibility that we'd be caught, turned me on…
I let go of her neck. "Take me to your room, then."
"Yes, Mistress…" Irelia nodded, fixing her dress before obeying my command.
As I followed her, my eyes were locked on the swaying fabric of her skirt, mad that it was obscuring me from admiring her beautiful, sculpted ass. But what I could see, was her thighs which shook just slightly with each step. They were dense with muscle, and so, did not jiggle much. The sight made me think about how I was going to tear that ass apart, feeling myself becoming disgustingly aroused.
I lowered a hand beneath my skirt and turned my vibrator's dial up one setting more, cooling my collar, worried that maybe, it'll get in the way of what we're about to do again. Just like it did last night…
If it weren't for this curse… I'd be fucking endlessly…
We reached her room quickly. Time flew by, perhaps, because I spent the entire time drooling over her body.
"We can't be too loud." She said, turning to see me locking her door. "I don't want my neighbours to hear."
I nodded my head, too focused on ogling her that I barely registered her words.
"…I have one uniform too many, and wouldn't mind at all if you… my Mistress… were to tear this one apart…"
My eyes lit up and my smile grew wide, my feet taking me forward as I reached out to happily do just that.
My mind only heard what it wanted. Being discreet was not what I cared for anymore.
"Sorry." Said Irelia, raising a hand to stop me. "It's just that our uniform is kind of... submissive, so I need you to change."
She pointed at her dresser and I turned to see a bunch of sex toys, whips, ropes, bottles of lube, and an ensemble of black, latex garments which laid among them. I walked towards them to see that the garments were composed of a pair of thigh-high, high-heeled boots, an underbust corset, and a pair of elbow-length gloves.
"W-would my Mistress like for her pet to dress her…?" Irelia muttered behind me.
I turned around and chuckled. "She orders her to."
Irelia happily nodded and strutted towards me, raising her hands to lift our uniform's headpiece from my silver hair before putting it down on the dresser behind me. Next, she stretched for the collar around my neck, but I grabbed her wrist and stared her in her eyes, pushing her hand to my uniform's shoulder straps instead. "It'll match your new clothes," Said Irelia, sliding my shoulder straps down my arms before lifting my dress above my head, throwing it and its apron behind her onto her night table.
Irelia stared at my now-naked body, and I felt more conscious of the vibrator pleasing it, ashamed of it. "Continue, slut," I ordered, watching as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
"Sorry, M-Mistress…"
This power I had over her felt great. I understood why Ahri and Evelynn behave the way they do, although I'm not treating Irelia, or Sona to the extents that Ahri and Evelynn have treated Nidalee, Riven, and myself. Inflicting humiliation like that must be amazing though. Much more than how much I enjoyed humiliating Sona today…
When I get my powers back... just who will I humiliate first? Ahri? LeBlanc? Evelynn? Sona? The choices are overwhelming...
I was pulled out of my disgusting thoughts as I felt my gloves being pulled from my hands, looking to see them joining my uniform behind Irelia. Then, my slave fell to her knees and lifted each of my legs to pull my shoes off from my feet, placing them aside. Her fingers travelled up my legs and two of her fingers sunk into the one stocking which had no remote tucked into it, rolling it down my leg before tossing it away. As her hands returned to remove the other, I grabbed the remote and held it in my hand.
"Continue," I ordered.
Irelia nodded her head with a smile and then removed my final stocking, leaving my body dressed in nothing but sweat, excitement, steel, and eagerness to proceed. Her eyes roamed my flesh, but skepticism showed itself on her face more than arousal as she couldn't help but notice the black marks adorning my fair skin.
"Ignore them."
"What are they?" She asked.
"…You're quite the disobedient slut, aren't you?" I said, not wishing to reveal the details of my curse to her if Ahri hasn't already.
Her eyes rose to my own and their curiosity disappeared so that fear could replace it. "Sorry, M-Mistress…"
My eyes slightly widened. I had flashbacks of doing the same with Ahri.
"Dress me," I ordered.
"Yes, Mistress."
She walked behind me and grabbed the boots, falling back to her knees before slipping my feet into them. She tightened the zippers which ran up their sides, leaving the boots tight enough to that they left an indentation into my thighs, something which surprised me because I wasn't nearly as thick as Irelia, Morgana, or Sona. I struggled with tucking my remote back into the top of the right boot, making it feel tighter as I turned the dial up one setting more, leaving it in the middle with five more turns before it can't turn any further. But I don't think I'll be able to keep myself together if I increase the strength. Even right now, with just the vibrator alone, I was on the verge of climax, stuck there.
"I hope my Mistress doesn't cum too early." Said Irelia, noticing how the pleasure was beginning to affect me.
"Y-you won't need t-to worry about t-that…" I defeatedly chuckled...
She nodded her head and wrapped the underbust corset around my waist, struggling to make its ends meet against my back. Once she finally managed to do so, my face twisted in agony as she zipped it up.
"Is it too tight?" Irelia asked.
"N-no…" I muttered, nearly out of breath. It was too tight, but it felt, right. It instilled power.
Irelia then slipped my arms into the gloves, leaving me fully dressed in this dominatrix outfit that fit me perfectly. It was as if it were sculpted to fit my body. As if someone had taken my measurements down to the smallest decimal so that not a single bit of air would be between its latex fabric and my flesh. It was as if I was born to wear this.
As if I were born to dominate.
"Here," Irelia muttered, gathering my attention. In her hand, was a black, leather riding crop – something I took from her hand as I watched her anxiously squirm her thighs together.
"Turn around," I said, stroking my fingers against its leather tongue with a wide grin on my lips.
"Yes, Mistress…" Said Irelia, obeying my command.
"Bend over and raise your skirt."
"Y-yes, Mistress…" She muttered, her voice littered with arousal as she bent over the side of her bed and reached behind herself to lift that meagre piece of fabric.
My eyes widened and I froze in disbelief at what I saw sitting flushed against the entrance of her anus. It was what I saw yesterday, as expected… but the size – the size of this new silver buttplug was daunting. The jewel alone was almost double the size of the one I was wearing, and that must mean what it's attached to was just the same. For some reason, seeing that huge, pink, heart-shaped gem shining between her cheeks made me feel inadequate. Like I was a lesser slut. It made me feel like I could only be redeemed if mine were that big.
It needs to be that big.
And the slut who's wearing one bigger than my own needs to be punished.
I walked forward and brushed the tongue of the crop against her extremely wet, plump pussy. I watched as its black leather surface started to drip from her excitement, licking my lips as I rose the crop into the air, and swiftly brought it down against her right cheek.
"Oh!" Irelia groaned, her muscular back arching as she shuddered.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes…" She breathed. "Hit me again…"
I chuckled and fulfilled her request. I rose the crop high into the air, and smacked her left cheek this time, feeling alive as I watched her recoil and her ass shake from my strike. I didn't bother with asking my pet if she wanted me to hit her again because I already knew that's exactly what she wanted. I smacked her again and again with this riding crop, giving her barely a second between each strike so that she couldn't recover. I kept going until her ass was red, her inner thighs wet like the rocks behind a waterfall, her toes curled together as if she were going to cum from just being spanked alone.
"Pitiful." I chuckled, dropping the whip beside her on the bed.
I leaned into her and watched how her upper back flaunted itself above her dress, sinking my teeth into my lips as my eyes lowered to where her uniform started. I sunk my sharp nails deep into its soft fabric, spreading my hands apart as I watched inch by inch of her ivory flesh reveal itself beneath webbed fibres. The uniform was hard to remove despite the fact her thickness pushed its strength to its limit, a grin taking its place upon my drooling mouth as I pulled the ruined dress out from under her and dropped it on her floor.
I stared at her sweaty, anxiously fidgeting body, all that remained dressing it being her headpiece, her gloves, her stockings, and her shoes. I licked my lips as my hands crept forward, sinking the tips of my fingers into the supple, yet firm flesh of her thighs as my thumbs rested between them, wetted by her excitement. My hands moved forward until the right stopped at the source of her leak, the left continuing up her body so that I could follow it, smothering my breasts into her upper back as I rested my legs outside her own.
I pushed the tip of my middle finger between the swollen lips of Irelia's pussy, slowly gliding it up and down as I listened to how disgustingly wet she was. With a chuckle, I added another finger and then thrust them both inside, eliciting a pitiful cry from both her pairs of lips. My left hand took hold of the back of her head as I shoved her face into her sheets, eliciting muffled whimpers as my duet of digits sped up to roughly slip in and out of her soaked womanhood. Her moans quickly got loud despite being stifled into her mattress, her body struggling beneath my weight as I could tell, my pet was about to cum.
So, I stopped.
"Please, Mistress…" She muttered, impatiently fidgeting. "I want to cum…"
"How badly?" I asked, trailing my fingers around her craving southern lips to give her the idea that they could enter at any time.
"More than anything…"
"Need I remind you of your manners, slut?" I said, spreading my fingers so they moved further away from her dripping entrance.
Irelia turned her face towards me and I could see the pure desperation in it. It was if she needed to cum – needed it to live. "More than anything, Mistress..."
Being called that filled me with power, and I, too, felt like I needed to hear it to live.
A haughty, low chuckle left my throat as I pulled my hand out from between Irelia's thighs and moved it to grab her hair, pulling her off the bed and pushing her down onto her knees. I released her raven tresses from my hand's tight clasp and circled around her to sit on the edge of her bed, looking down at her pitiful, kneeling form with a domineering smirk on my lips. "Kiss my boots, slave."
Irelia's face only showed her arousal, and I was beginning to think that it was much more than my own. She looked disgusting, and perhaps, she was so aroused, that it was clouding her senses. It took her a few seconds to respond to my command, life coming to her lustful eyes before she quickly nodded her head as if she were suddenly pulled back to consciousness.
She bent lower, her ass high in the air behind her as she pressed her lips against the tip of my boots, where my toes were beneath. She began kissing her way up its black latex, going past my ankle, my knee, and stopped once her lips bordered the end of the boots, at the middle of my thigh. Her eyes lifted to look between my legs, the pink plastic of my vibrator's remote reflecting in the sweat on her face as I noticed that her tongue was hungrily running across her lips.
"Would you like to be served your dinner?" I asked.
My pet nodded her head eagerly.
"Stand." I chuckled.
A look of disappointment came to her face as she obeyed my command, her eyes glancing down at my thighs with an intense, visible desire to indulge in what they surrounded. But I captured her attention as I watched her eyes follow my raising hands, moving them beneath my breasts to lift them higher. "Start with these."
We both shared an eager look as Irelia nodded her head. I've never experienced another person's touch to my breasts, and so, I was anticipating it greatly as I watched her bend down a little and close in towards my bosom. Her warm lips surrounded one of my nipples and my eyes fell shut, feeling her tongue circling around it. And then, I felt her hand take hold of my other breast, squeezing into its flesh as two fingers tweaked its nipple.
"Oh…" I moaned, biting my bottom lip. My chest has never felt so good before...
My eyes opened as I felt my nipple being pulled into her mouth, hearing her suck on it as it brought me such great pleasure. I indulged in this for a while, letting a few minutes pass by with her playing with my breasts as my vibrator gently stirred my insides.
"That's e-enough…" I breathed, pushing her head down below my navel, forcing her back on her knees. I took her hands and placed them atop my own thighs, our eyes meeting once more so that I could instill my dominance over her despite my face wavering from the vibrator's strength. "T-time for your d-dinner, slut."
I pulled the remote with a harsh tug from the clasp of my boot and what it was attached to out from my pussy, turning it off and dropping it on the bed beside me as I could already feel my collar quickly warming. I rose one of my hands up to my breasts and began to hungrily tweak one of my wet nipples, staring down at the slut who made it that way. I reached forward and pulled her face between my thighs, our eyes meeting as neither of us dared to look away. I opened my mouth to order her to do what I wanted, but she already knew.
Irelia began to suck my clitoris, eliciting a soft moan from my mouth as I lifted my heels from the floor. I released her head from my right hand's grasp and rose it to join my left at my chest, fondling both my breasts frenziedly. But despite this unison of pleasure, my collar continued to get warmer, albeit more slowly now.
"You can d-do better than t-that, girl," I muttered; my voice slightly tinted with worry. "Quicker."
She began to suck more quickly, but still, my collar continued to warm.
"Harder."
And she did just that.
"Oh!" I moaned, sitting up straight with my back arched, breaking eye contact with her as I shut my eyes. I could feel myself unravelling from all the pleasure. My collar was no longer warming and that filled me with joy. I could finally indulge in Irelia so long as her head remains trapped between my legs which closed around her head, a chuckle leaving my lips as I was relieved that Ahri wasn't here to order me to spread them back apart.
Irelia chuckled back, perhaps at my display of weakness. I opened my eyes and glared down at her, dropping my right hand back down and pulling her face even further into my crotch, shifting my hips forward to silence her completely. I gave her kneeling form a demeaning once over to remind her of her submissive position. Irelia was entirely aware of it, her watery eyes telling me that she was nothing but a pet – one which belonged entirely to the dominatrix whose legs warmed its ears. That look filled me with lust, so I grabbed her head with both my hands, shifting my weight forward and off the bed, collapsing atop of Irelia who fell backwards onto the floor – as Ahri did to me yesterday. My rear was well-seated upon her face, and Irelia wasted no time with raising her hands and taking ahold of it, her face contorting with determination as she began to loudly feast upon my womanhood.
"Oh, f-fuck!" I moaned, bending forward and placing my palms flat against the floor above Irelia's head.
She alternated between thorough, harsh sucks, quick, violent hammers, and frenzied, firm licks. My stomach was contracting as I scurried my hands to take hold of her hair, moving my hips back and forth as I rode her tongue. It seemed that neither of us cared about keeping quiet. My moans were most likely echoing down the hall. And even if I were silent, her mouth eating me out would instead. It was obvious what was happening behind Irelia's door.
I was nearly depleted of my energy, and sanity, as Irelia kept me on the horrible brink of climax, trying so desperately to make me cum. I looked down at her and saw her face twisting with fear. Fear that her Mistress was furious that her pet couldn't make her cum. I shook my head at her and chuckled, and she finally stopped. And right away, my collar began to warm.
"I'm s-sorry for d-disappointing you, Mistress…" Irelia muttered beneath me, her voice nearly incoherent.
"You'll have to make it up," I said, looking down at her pitiful gaze. "Somehow."
I climbed off her face and reached for my vibrator and shoved it back where it belonged, tucking its remote into the top of my left boot before turning the dial back to the middle. But as it began to rumble within me, my collar continued to warm. I turned the dial up one notch more, relieved to find that this strong pleasure was enough to satiate it, biting my bottom lip as the vibrations were making it hard to keep myself together. In the corner of my eye, I could see Irelia weirdly gazing at me, watching as I struggled to push the vibrator's remote further into my boot so that it wouldn't fall out.
"This thing serves me much better than you could ever hope to do." I told her.
My eyes moved away from her upset pout and noticed that on her ceiling, was a bar which was mounted horizontally, its black paint slightly scratched to show silver steel beneath it. "What's that there?" I chuckled, looking down at Irelia whose cheeks were flushed red as roses.
"Practice." She muttered.
I shook my head and laughed. "Stand, then, Ms. Practice."
I walked away after I watched Irelia obey my command, acquiring some rope from her night table's drawer before returning to her.
"Come," I said, standing beneath the ceiling-mounted bar with plans to put it to use.
She walked forward, her body just a few inches from my own.
"Raise your arms," I ordered, chuckling as I saw the eager smile growing on her lips. She rose her arms and I stood on my toes, feeling her breasts smothering against my own as I bound her wrists to the bar above her, knowing that she was so happy because she would have to somehow do this to herself all on her own. I stepped back and saw how her body nearly twitched with anticipation, her face contorting with such apparent arousal that it was as if she were the one who hasn't came for the last eight days, and not me...
"You're disgusting," I said, turning my head to see the litter of devious devices and sex toys resting upon her dresser, walking over to it. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
Of all the things that were in front of me, my hands took hold of something simple; a large, purple dildo that had a switch on its bottom. I marched back to Irelia with it in my hand, raising it up to Irelia's lips before opening my haughty smirk. "Suck it."
She opened her lips and took it within her mouth, happily slobbering on it as she moved her head back and forth, her eyes locked with mine. I began to push the dildo further into her mouth, my eyes widening as she didn't struggle one bit with swallowing it all, barely any length left for me to hold on it as her throat distended.
"You've been practicing…" I muttered, almost… jealously.
Her eyes lit with pride. She was happy that I acknowledged her skills.
I held the dildo still, left in disbelief as strained tears began to roll down her enlightened face, its size beginning to take its toll on her. I finally gave her some reprieve, pulling the toy out from her mouth as she gasped for air.
"Congratulations…" I muttered, looking down at the toy dripping in her saliva. I circled behind her and chuckled, moving my free hand between her backside so that I could take hold of the huge jewel belonging to her even huger buttplug. As my fingers came around its silver metal, Irelia made an eager whimper, leaving me to wonder how difficult it would be to remove this thing. I began to pull it towards myself and my eyes widened at how easily it was sliding out, seeing bit by bit of its growing metal revealing itself as it slid past the entrance of her anus. It only got bigger and bigger. I couldn't imagine the amount of training Irelia puts her ass through to handle something of this size so easily…
I wonder how much training I'd have to endure before I could do the same…
The plug finally plopped out and I held it in the air, gulping nervously as I couldn't imagine how I could fit something of this size inside of my anus. I could see my entire face in its reflection, shaking my head in disbelief as I let it down onto her dresser.
If she can fit something like that in her, then so can I.
I pressed the tip of the dildo against her anus and began pushing it forward, watching how easily it sunk into her anus. Once it was fully sheathed within her rectum, I hit the switch resting on its base, watching it begin to violently shake back and forth, afterimages following it whirs which were loud enough for people outside the mansion to hear...
Irelia tensed up before struggling against the rope, clenching her teeth together with a worried look on her face, knowing that it was obvious to her neighbours, if they were in their rooms, what was going on in here. Each time a pitiful moan would flee her lips, the anxiety and pleasure in her face would grow. Within moments, her pleas of pleasure were as loud the vibrator shaking her apart, Irelia unable to keep herself composed as her desire to keep quiet was impossible to fulfill.
If I wished to torment her any longer, then I must shut her up… And I have the perfect solution for doing so.
I walked away and got a red ball gag with black, leather straps – the same I used on her last night. I marched back in front of her and she looked down to see it in my hands, a wide, eager smile coming to her face as her eyes met my own. "Open your mouth," I said, gagging her just as quickly as she obeyed my command. Then, I walked back to her dresser and found my eyes captivated by some sort of whip that had a countless amount of black leather tails hanging from the end of it. I picked it up and swung it in the air, watching how the tails flung forward with a crack, seeing Irelia flinch from its sound in the corner of my eye.
I marched behind her and rose the tailed whip high into the air, unsure with how much pain it could inflict as I tested Irelia's tolerance with a light strike to the muscles adorning her back. A soft whimper was silenced into her gag – a whimper which almost sounded like a moan. I hit her again with a wide grin on my face, watching her shudder as the tails quietly licked her back, another pitiful squeal squeezing its way out from her throat. I looked down to see her stockings a darker shade of black, drenched with the excitement pouring from her core and onto the growing puddle on the floor. I didn't stop whipping her back until her ivory flesh was contrasted by hundreds of thin, pink and red stripes, a look I'm sure she inflicts upon herself often.
"Is this enough for my pet slut to cum?" I asked, unable to tell if the trembles of her body were from the climax she was experiencing, or that this pleased her that much...
Is it even possible to cum just from being whipped? Is Irelia that depraved?
She muffled something into the gag but shook her head once she heard how incoherent her response was. But I could tell that she tried to utter 'Mistress'.
"Of course, not…" I muttered, shaking my head as I circled to the front of Irelia. Our eyes met, and I could see the intense arousal she had in her eyes. Every second for her was spent eagerly awaiting the next. I've never seen a woman look so pitiful, so worn down, so hungry for pleasure.
But you have Syndra. Every time you look in the mirror...
I rose the whip and saw how her eyes locked with it, watching as I brushed it against her body, down her breasts, her abs, until I stopped at her waist. I looked up to see her face riddled with anticipation, the red ball between her lips sodden with saliva that trailed down her chin. I turned the whip towards myself so that its tails now faced me and shoved the handle between her thighs, lifting it up against her dripping womanhood which drooled over its smooth, black metal.
I began to slowly slide the whip back and forth, watching how her swollen, southern lips glided against it. She lightly mewled into her gag as she began to grind her hips impatiently, her excitement so overflowing that it ran all the way down to my fingers. Her hips began to move more quickly, and her gagged moans grew in frequency and loudness, just like her ragged breathing.
"Be quiet." I nervously hushed, stopping my hand as I took advantage of this reprieve to try and collect myself. The vibrator's intensity was beginning to destroy me.
Irelia paused for a second with wide eyes but continued to move her hips right away – as if her body had instantly experienced withdrawals from the pleasure. Her eyes quickly lost their worried look as lust replaced it, her wet southern lips gliding back and forth upon the shaft of the whip which I firmly held in place.
"E-even if we didn't let a single sound leave our lips," I breathed, pausing as I watched how hungrily she rode the hilt of the whip, letting the sound of her wetness fill the silence before I continued to speak. "The sounds of our... other lips alone could get us caught..."
I began to thrust the whip back and forth opposite of the direction of her hips, loving how her embarrassed face twisted with pleasure. "I'm sure they've had their suspicions. There's no way you've remained silent with all of this in your room." I said, shaking my head as I saw how her gag glistened in her drool. "Unless you use that as frequently as everything else."
My pet nodded her head with shame.
"Disgusting." I said, shaking my head as I began to glide the whip back and forth even more zealously than before. "L-let's just hope it's only u-us in t-this entire hall."
Irelia nodded her head quickly, her brow furrowing from pleasure as I could feel her body moving hungrily. I looked down to see that they had taken on a pace that rivaled my arms, shaking my head in disbelief yet again as I saw the contracting muscles flaunting themselves through her sweaty abdomen. I stopped my arm and chuckled as her face contorted with despair, her hips continuing to desperately grind back and forth as she begged me with her eyes alone to continue. I withdrew the whip from between her legs and threw it onto her bed, laughing as I saw the distressed tremble that shook in her thighs as her sullen eyes teared up.
"Were you about to cum…?" I asked.
She nodded her head pitifully and watched as I fell onto my knees in front of her, eagerness already showing itself on her face as I eyed her womanhood. Irelia was dripping onto her poorly fitting stockings, my wet fingers being wetted even more as I spread her thighs apart and shoved my head between them. I captured her bud between my lips and began to suck, a devious grin showing itself on the corners of my occupied lips which I could feel the dildo within her anus vibrating against. My hands crept past her thighs and behind her, one sinking into the copious flesh of her backside as the other wrapped around the base of the shaking dildo before beginning to thrust it in and out.
Irelia's moan quickly grew rampant alongside the erratic writhes of her toned body. Sometimes she would try to steel herself – to try and not look like a complete and utter mess – but just as quickly as I thrust this dildo into her, she would unravel back into her pitiful state. Sweat ran down my tired body just like excitement did hers, my brow dripping with beads of exhaustion as my blurring arms were growing tired. I continued to give her pump after pump, finally allowing my hands some reprieve as I came to an immediate stop, flicking the switch of her vibrator off as I looked up at her with tired eyes. But my eyes became intense with power as I saw her desperate, pitiful, and begging gaze, reminded that this athletic slut was my property.
And that knowledge was invigorating.
I stood up on shaky legs to stand face to face with my pet slut, chuckling to myself as I knew this feeling I had, is what Ahri has when she sees me. I can't imagine how amazing it must feel for her when she snaps her fingers to paralyze me, to remove my curse marks, or to summon the tentacles. I can't imagine how amazing it must feel for her to lock a collar around my neck that has made my life a living hell, degrading me as her own property – her own pet slut.
I can't imagine how amazing it must feel to humiliate me with just a single glance…
I need to feel like that…
My feet took me back to Irelia's dresser and I noticed an unusual, double-ended strap-on with a big black cock for the person on the outside, and a big blue one to go inside the person wearing it.
"W-why do y-you have something like t-this?" I asked, my hands resting idly against it as I turned to her with an amused, and because of my vibrator, pleasured grin.
She tried to say something, but the gag left her incoherent, so she shook her head instead.
"Is it b-because you were w-waiting for m-me to use it on you…?"
Sheepishly, Irelia nodded her head with a hint of a smile showing itself on her lips which surrounded red rubber.
I turned my vibrator off and threw it atop her dresser, furrowing my brow worriedly as I could feel the collar warming up quickly. In a hurry, I put my legs into the strap-on's black leather harness, raising it up as I felt the blue cock on the inside pressing against my southern lips. I reached between my thighs, biting my bottom lip as I guided it deeper inside, tightening the straps of the strap-on's harness before the inner-dildo slithered in a little more to fill me entirely.
I rose my hands to my breasts to cool my collar, but as I walked back in front of Irelia, it continued to heat up. I continued to fondle them however, thinking that at least trying to cool it down was better than not trying at all. Doing so might even slow down the rate it heats up at.
And doing so felt great, too…
I pulled my hands away from my chest and rose Irelia's left leg, lifting it high in the air before allowing its calf to rest on my left shoulder. I licked my lips as I looked down at her flexible body, seeing how easily she stood on only her right foot with as if her legs were destined to be split apart for sex.
I took hold of the strap on's false member and guided its head against her southern lips, sliding it up and down to drown it in her excitement before slipping it inside. I then rose my hands up to wrap their fingers around the shin of her leg atop my shoulder, watching how inch by inch of black rubber slid into her pussy before I began to pound away at her zealously.
An onslaught of her gagged moans began to fill the room, my grunts joining them as neither of us seemed to care about being caught so long as we were experiencing such wonderful pleasure. My grunts however, turned into labored breathing, my body unable to keep up with her own stamina as my thrusts were becoming tired. But as I began to slow down, my collar began to heat up, forcing me to pick up my pace as I stared into Irelia's pitiful gaze with a dominating, yet exhausted one of my own.
The pleasure of the double-ended strap-on was proving itself to be great for both of us, my face contorting with pleasure just as much as hers as our skin continued to violently meet each other after each of my impassioned thrusts. She didn't even try to look away the entire time, but her teary, pleasure-filled eyes finally fell shut before she began to whimper into her gag and quiver against me. I could feel her cum showering the strap-on's leather harness, my legs, and the floor beneath her, her body still convulsing against my own in the aftermath of the orgasm she waited for me to give her since last night. But even though she was the one who came, I was panting much more than her, angrily groaning as I could feel my collar already warming up.
I let Irelia's leg back down onto the floor and stepped back, watching how her body continued to slightly tremble as small waves of pleasure still continued to assault her body. I stared at her with anger and jealousy, wishing that I was her right now.
Wishing it was me who was bound in rope, wishing it was me who was biting down on a red rubber ball, wishing it was me whose ass was stuffed by a huge buttplug, wishing it was me who was in such a humiliating and overwhelmingly submissive position so long that it meant that I could cum...
I clenched my teeth, feeling the heat of the collar growing as I undid the rope and gag binding Irelia's athletic body.
"D-did you cum?" Muttered Irelia, staring at me with her hair clinging to her sweaty brow.
"No." I said irritably, placing my hands on my hips. "But you did, and quite easily, too."
A smile came to her face. "T-thanks for making me cum, Mistress…"
And then a smile came to mine, as well as a filthy idea. "Clean your filth, you dirty whore."
Irelia smiled eagerly at me and nodded her head, falling to her knees in her own puddle of excitement, sweat, and filth. She dropped her head towards my right boot, kissing and licking her way up its latex surface to clean it from my own excitement and her own cum. Her lips pressed past the top of my boots and to my thighs, her tongue traversing against my flesh to clean up my excitement before she finally came face to face with the black cock that was just inside her. She reached forward to wrap her fingers tight around the base of its dripping surface, opening her mouth happily before she engulfed its entire length within her mouth. Irelia then began to bob her head back and forth vigorously, sucking the fake cock hanging from the harness around my hips like it were real, leaving it drenched in her own saliva rather than her cum and excitement. Her eyes met mine as she released my fake member from her mouth, giving it a few more strokes before standing to her lazy feet, licking her own lips before she could press them against my own which were seasoned by her nether regions.
I broke the kiss immediately, my eyes widened as I could feel that my face was as hot as my collar. "I didn't tell you to do that."
"S-sorry, Mistress…" She muttered, licking her lips to gather a tiny more of her own taste. "I was only cleaning the mess I made..."
"N-never do it again."
She nodded her head.
"…Strip me." I ordered, breaking the awkward silence.
"A-are we done?" Irelia asked, her voice filled with disappointment.
"Yes." I stated coldly, putting on a façade. "I have no more time to waste with you."
But I do have time, Irelia. If the steel around my neck were to remain cool for the rest of the night, I'd fuck you until my body, and yours, collapsed. If the curse marks weren't around my neck, I'd force you to make me cum. Endlessly. Your face would be my seat, forever. Your body would be mine forever. You would live beneath my skirt.
…
But none of this can happen. Not until the tentacles are done with me, leaving my already exhausted body completely devoid of energy. Not until Ahri is done with me, leaving me completely humiliated, broken, and defeated…
…And besides, I am not your true owner. We are only playing pretend. Ahri owns you… like she owns me…
"Yes, Mistress…" Irelia said quietly, sadness in her voice.
And I repeated the words back, but to Ahri, in my head…
Irelia started with loosening the strap-on's harness around my hips, her eyes locked with it as she did so, wishing it were back inside of her just as much as I. She watched closely, as inch by inch of wet, blue cock slid out of me as she began to pull it towards her, seeing how tightly my lips gripped its vibrant surface which glistened in my excitement. It dripped like a broken pipe as she walked with it to her dresser, Irelia eyeing it in disbelief, probably thinking that all that juice was cum.
But it wasn't. It can't ever be cum. Not until my owner –
I mean...
Not until... Ahri is done with me...
"Bring me my vibrator." I ordered.
Irelia nodded her head as she grabbed it and brought it back to me.
"Are you addicted to edging?" Asked Irelia.
"Y-" I muttered, distracted by the drool pouring from the side of my mouth as I stared at the pink egg in my hand. "No…"
I am not addicted to edging…
…This is only to prevent the tentacles…
…I don't enjoy this…
I slipped the vibrator into my dripping wet pussy and held its remote within my hand, turning the dial without hesitation to one notch away from max. The egg within me began to vibrate ferociously, causing my stomach to contract tightly as I froze up and clenched my eyes shut. A harsh groan left my lips as I felt the collar cool down, my lips forming into a smile as I decided that this intense, raucous pleasure was an acceptable decision.
This is only to keep the collar cool. I can't have it any lower.
I am not addicted to edging…
…At least, I don't think I am…
I opened my eyes to see Irelia staring at me with a slightly annoyed glare.
"W-what's… -" The pleasure was proving almost too much for me to talk. If it weren't for the curse marks, I would be on the floor cumming already. "W-what's t-the m-matter?"
"Why do you resort to that thing when I'm right in front of you?" Irelia asked.
"You can't make me cum." I stated. "No matter how hard you try."
And I hated that. I wanted her to make me cum. I wished that she could make me cum… But before she could, a few hours of edging would be necessary…
"I can try."
"No." I said, shaking my head. "We'd be here all day."
A fate which I don't mind, so long as she can keep my collar cool. But at this rate, even Irelia would collapse from exhaustion if she tried to do so.
"That's fine with me." She said.
My eyes widened and I shook my head. I wanted to tell her that it was fine with me, too, because it was. I wanted to fuck her until our bodies were too sore to walk the next morning. I wanted to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion. I wanted to stay. But the collar began warming up, and I knew that the thick-bodied slut in front of me wouldn't be able to stop it from doing so.
"Remove the corset," I ordered, turning the remotes dial as far is it could go, almost being paralyzed by the vibrator's intense tremors. I could put that vibrating dildo I shoved inside Irelia's anus just now inside my pussy instead, but I wouldn't be able to keep myself together with something so strong inside of me. It would keep the collar cool, but it would leave me a muttering, incoherent mess. And if I were in such a pitiful state, then what point would there be of me staying?
I can't even imagine how much Sona managed to stay on all ten of her toes when she had that vibrator inside of her earlier. I'd collapse at the 'MED' setting right away…
Irelia disappeared behind me and began to roll my corset's zipper down, bit by bit my lungs expanding to inhale the air I forget they were neglected. A sigh of relief fled my pursed lips as Irelia tore the corset from my sweaty flesh, dropping it onto her bed before pulling my arms out of the tight gloves wrapping them and throwing them beside the corset. Then, she fell to her knees and my eyes followed her down, watching as she struggled with unzipping one boot before the other before leaving me dressed in only my collar.
And my sweat, and my excitement…
"N-now d-dress me." I demanded, my eyes threatening to fall shut from the overwhelming pleasure the vibrator was inflicting upon my whorish body.
Irelia nodded her head and a smile came to my lips, reminding me that despite how weak the vibrator made me feel, I had power over her. Fake power. Power which Irelia lets me have over her purely because she wants to. But if I had my powers back, I could have this power, this control. I could have anyone. I could have a hundred girls like Irelia, like Sona. With my powers back, I could enslave LeBlanc, Ahri, even Evelynn. Anyone. They would all serve me in any way they wanted, because they would fear my power.
I will enslave this entire mansion once my powers are returned.
...
If they ever are…
As I was enthralled by visions of having those inferior to me beneath my heel, I noticed that Irelia hadn't began with dressing me yet. Instead, she stood there drooling, ogling my body like a hungry dog would its first meal in years.
"Do what I asked." I ordered, rolling my eyes at her disobedience. If I had my powers, she wouldn't be this disobedient. She would be scared to even think of disobeying me...
If I had my powers, she wouldn't be salivating at my naked body, because instead, she would be fucking it. Fucking it until it cums over, and over, again.
Irelia immediately nodded her head and rushed for my stockings, gathering them in her arms before falling on her knees in front of me once more. She lifted my right foot and guided it into one of my stockings, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes before beginning to slowly roll it up my leg. Before she finished with the first stocking, I held the remote against my inner-thigh's flesh, noticing how her eyes briefly glanced at the dial before she let go of the stocking, its black, translucent fabric snapping against the bottom of the remote which I could tell made her feel inferior. She peered at me for a moment before grabbing my other stocking, dressing my left leg in it as quickly as the sexual tension between us was growing. Next, she grabbed my dress, and as she was trying the strings which held it against my body, I couldn't help but notice her constant anxious looks. Looks which continued as she put on my gloves and headpiece, leaving me fully dressed in the mansion's French maid uniform before she stepped back and stared at me with her thighs pressed tightly together.
"What? Do you still think I'm going to stay?"
Irelia remained silent, but her pitiful eyes kept locked with mine. I marched forward with a mischievous grin on my face, lowering my right hand to let it disappear between Irelia's thighs. Two of my fingers slid easily into her sopping wet pussy, her eyes falling shut as a light moan rumbled in her throat. I pushed my fingers as deep as they could go, curling them inside of her as I watched her face contort with joy and pleasure. My thumb pressed against her clitoris as I pulled my fingers halfway out, watching Irelia open her teary eyes which begged me to thrust my fingers back in.
So, I did exactly that. But not for long. I pulled my hand out from between her thighs after a few thrusts, shaking my head in disgust as I saw how my fingers were already dripping in her excitement. She stared at me with her brow furrowed, wishing for me to continue, worried that I wouldn't. I chuckled at how amusing her sad lips looked, lifting my fingers and pressing their wet tips against her pout which opened without hesitation to accept them. She sucked her own filth from my fingers, and once they were only coated in her saliva, I wiped them dry against her bedsheets.
"I'll deal with you another time." I said, watching how her large breasts slowly lifted with each bated breath she took. "Until then, you're forbidden from cumming. I'll know if you do."
Irelia nodded her head, a bittersweet look on her face that today's session is ending, but that another will happen in the future.
I left her room, and then began rushing to my own. But in my frenzy to reach my room before the tentacles would reach my body, I forgot how loudly the vibrator was ringing, gathering humiliating looks from those I ran past. I yanked the vibrator from my pussy and turned it off, hiding it within my apron. My collar immediately began to heat up at an alarmingly quick rate, scalding my skin as I continued my way to my room. And despite my effort, I was still getting weird looks, and perhaps that was because I reeked of sex.
A stench which has bound itself to my body this past few days…
To Be Continued...