Asami hummed to herself as she tidied up the bedroom, memories of last night's romantic activities in her head.
"Korra, i'm so lucky to have you as my wife." she mused to herself.
"Oh, what's that?" Asami's eyes fell on a crumpled piece of paper sticking out from under the bed. She leaned over and picked it up, smoothing out the wrinkles. The handwriting was unmistakably Korra's, but the content was surprising.
Her cheeks grew warm as she read the note. It was a fantasy, a raw and uninhibited confession of Korra's deepest desires. Asami felt a mix of excitement and curiosity, her heart racing as the words painted a vivid picture of submission and dominance. She knew Korra had kinks, but this was new territory for both of them.
"Korra, you have no idea what you're playing with." Asami laughed.
The door swung open, and Korra sailed into the room with a bubbly step seeing Asami doing the splits on the bed, with a smug grin.
"Asami, what's going on here?" Korra asked.
Asami looked at her, feigning innocence. "Just doing a little cleaning. Found something... interesting."
Korra's eyes widened as she saw the note in Asami's hand, and she froze, the color draining from her face. "Oh, no," she murmured, a blush spreading across her cheeks like wildfire. "You weren't supposed to find that."
Asami held up the paper, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, the avatar wishes to be dominated by her wife. I'm all too happy to oblige."
Korra looked up, hopeful that it was all coming true. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," Asami replied, her voice dropping an octave. "But, you need to be prepared for what you're asking for."
Korra gulped, nodding eagerly. "I am. I trust you."
"Good. But we need to set some ground rules. Outside the home, we're the avatar and the CEO. In here, it's different. You'll call me mistress, nothing else. You have to do anything and everything i say, no matter how weird or degrading it may be." Asami said, her tone leaving no argument.
Korra nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, mistress."
Asami stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She'd never felt so powerful, so desired. "Take off your clothes and close your eyes. Don't open them until i say so."
Korra's hands trembled slightly as she obeyed, the sound of fabric rustling as she removed her shirt and pants. She stood in the center of the room, bare before Asami, her breathing shallow and erratic. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her body thrumming with excitement.
"Open them." Asami ordered.
Korra opened, seeing Asami standing in front of her fully naked, wearing a red strap-on.
"Oh gods." Korra gulped, staring at Asami.
Asami smirked, enjoying the look of shock and awe on Korra's face. "Ready to be dominated?"
"Yes, mistress," Korra replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Good. Lay on your back, and open your legs." Asami purred.
Korra complied, her body shaking with anticipation. The mattress was cool against her skin as she lay down, her legs spread wide. Asami climbed onto the bed, straddling Korra's hips. She reached out and traced the outline of the strap-on with her fingertips, watching the Avatar's eyes widen with each touch.
"I want you to remember this moment, Korra," Asami whispered, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. "This is where your fantasy begins." She leaned in closer, the head of the strap-on pressing lightly against Korra's wet folds. The Avatar's breath hitched, her body begging for more.
With a swift motion, Asami thrust into Korra, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Korra's eyes rolled back in her head, a low moan escaping her lips. Asami watched her intently, savoring every twitch and gasp, every sign of pleasure she could elicit. She began to move with purpose, setting a rhythm that had Korra's hips rising to meet her, desperation in every movement.
Korra's hands gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding back. "Mistress," she breathed, "Please... fuck me."
"I'm afraid i didn't hear you." Asami taunted.
"Please, Mistress," Korra's voice was stronger now, filled with need. "Fuck me, dominate me, make me yours."
Asami smirked, feeling a thrill of power surge through her. "As you wish," she said, and slammed into Korra with renewed vigor.
Their bodies collided, skin slapping against skin, the sound of their passionate union punctuating the air. Asami's hips moved in a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable, her eyes never leaving Korra's. The Avatar's moans grew louder, her back arching off the bed as Asami hit all the right spots.
"Mistress," Korra's voice was a whimper now, her nails digging into the sheets, "It feels so good."
Asami leaned down, her breath hot on Korra's ear. "You're mine, Avatar. Every inch of you belongs to me." She whispered, the power dynamics of the situation only serving to excite her more. She reached down and grabbed Korra's wrists, pinning them above her head, as she continued to drive into her, each thrust deliberate and claiming.
Korra's eyes rolled back, her body writhing beneath Asami's. "Yes, I'm yours," she moaned, the words barely coherent as pleasure consumed her. Korra's body writhed beneath Asami as she drove into Korra at an even faster pace.
The room was filled with their heavy breathing and the wet sounds of their union, the air thick with desire. Asami leaned down and captured Korra's mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue claiming the Avatar's as fiercely as her hips claimed her body.
Korra's legs wrapped around Asami's waist, urging her deeper, her hips moving in perfect sync with Asami's thrusts. Asami could feel the tension building in Korra's body, her muscles tightening around the strap-on with each stroke.
Korra couldn't hold it in, shouting Asami's name as she climaxed hard. Her body convulsed, tightening around the strap-on in waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Asami slowed her movements, letting Korra ride out her orgasm, her eyes never leaving the Avatar's face.
"You were supposed to call me mistress." Asami playfully scolded.
"M-Mistress," Korra panted, her eyes fluttering open. "I'm sorry, I just...it felt so good."
Asami darkly laughed. "I know it did. But now your punishment is me claiming you anytime i want, no matter where you are or what you're doing."
"That's a punishment? Sounds like a reward, mistress." Korra smirked, as Asami got off of her. Korra headed to the bathroom when Asami stopped her.
"Where are you going?" she scolded.
"To use the bathroom, mistress," Korra replied sheepishly.
"You can relieve yourself here, pet. I want you to do the splits on the floor and go." Asami instructed.
Korra hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She carefully slid off the bed and onto the floor, opening her legs wide open into a full straddle. Asami gave a single nod, and Korra emptied her bladder, staining the carpet with her urine.
The act was so degrading, so unexpectedly erotic that Korra felt another wave of arousal wash over her. She watched as Asami's eyes darkened with desire, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "Good girl," Asami praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
When Korra finished, she stood up and approached Asami her head lowered.
"Mistress, may i ask a question?"
"Go ahead." Asami answered, kissing Korra.
Korra took a deep breath. "What happens next?"
"For now, we'll take it by ear. Just a warning, though. Inside the home, be prepared for me to appear out of nowhere to claim you to satisfy my lusts and pleasures." Asami smirked.
The next day came faster than Korra thought, and Asami made good on her promise.
While Korra was busy in her study, going over some Republic City Council documents, she heard the soft click of the door opening. She looked up, expecting Asami to come in with a cup of tea or some other mundane task, but instead, she saw her wife standing in the doorway with a wicked smile and the strap-on dangling from her hand.
"Mistress, I didn't realize you'd be needing me now," Korra said, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice as she felt a sudden rush of excitement and trepidation.
"Oh, but I do," Asami purred, sauntering into the room. "You see, I've been thinking about you all day, about how much I want to own you, to make you beg for it."
Korra swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the strap-on as Asami approached the desk. "What would you like me to do?" she asked, her voice low and submissive.
"Take off your clothes," Asami ordered, "and bend over the desk."
Korra's hands shook as she complied, her heart racing. She'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But the thrill of it all was intoxicating, and she knew she'd do anything Asami asked of her. The sound of her clothes falling to the floor was the only noise in the room, other than their combined breathing growing heavier with each passing second.
Asami stepped behind her, her hand caressing Korra's naked back. "Spread your legs wider," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Korra's spine. "I hope you're ready for anal, avatar."
Korra gulped, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. She'd never done this before, but with Asami in charge, she knew she could handle it. She obeyed, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. Asami stepped closer, the strap-on pressing against her from behind.
"Mistress, I'm ready," Korra whispered, her voice quivering slightly.
Asami leaned down, her breath warm against Korra's ear. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise of what was to come. "But before we start, I want you to understand something."
Korra nodded, eager to please. "What is it, mistress?"
"If you ever want this to stop, all you have to do is say the safe word," Asami told her, her hand sliding down to Korra's hip, gently squeezing. "But until then, you're mine to do with as I please."
"Please, mistress. Make me yours." Korra begged.
With a firm grip on the base of the strap-on, Asami aligned it with Korra's tight entrance, watching as the Avatar's body tensed in anticipation. She took a deep breath, savoring the power she held over her wife, and then pushed in slowly, giving Korra time to adjust to the new sensation.
Korra's gasp was a mix of pain and pleasure, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. Asami leaned over, her chest pressing against Korra's back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. "Relax, love," she cooed. "Let me in."
Slowly, inch by inch, Asami filled Korra up, her movements deliberate and methodical. She felt the Avatar's body tense, then ease, tense again, then ease. It was a delicate dance of pain and pleasure, one that Asami knew well. She'd studied the art of dominance, and she knew exactly how to push Korra's boundaries without breaking them.
Korra's moans grew louder, her body moving in time with Asami's thrusts. The initial discomfort had given way to something deeper, something primal. She could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling in her stomach like a tightly wound spring. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly thrilling all at once.
Asami reached around, her hand finding Korra's clit and teasing it gently. The sensation was overwhelming, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. "Mistress, please," she begged, her voice strained with need.
"Please what, my love?" Asami asked, her tone taunting
."Please, make me come," Korra panted, her hips pushing back to meet each thrust.
"Not yet," Asami murmured, increasing the speed of her strokes. "First, I want to hear you scream for it."
The pressure grew unbearable, and Korra felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Her legs trembled, her body a tightly wound coil ready to snap. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to consume her whole.
Asami's hand continued to work its magic, her fingers dancing over Korra's clit with a precision that left the Avatar gasping for air. "Mistress," Korra whimpered, "I can't take it anymore."
"You will," Asami assured her, her voice firm and unyielding. "You'll take everything I give you, and you'll love it."
Her thrusts grew more demanding, the strap-on plunging deeper with each stroke. Korra felt the head of the toy brush against her g-spot, and she let out a strangled cry. "Oh, you're so close," Asami murmured, her own breathing ragged with exertion. "Come for me, Avatar. Let me hear it."
The world narrowed to the sensation of Asami's fingers on her clit and the strap-on filling her up. Korra's body obeyed, arching back as she screamed her release. Her muscles clenched around the invading object, pulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Asami continued to pump into her, prolonging the orgasm until Korra was trembling and begging for mercy.
"Good girl," Asami praised, her own breathing heavy. She slowed her movements, allowing Korra to come down from the high. "Now, tell me, how does it feel to be mine?"
Korra's voice was a throaty whisper. "It feels... incredible."
"Good. Because there's more to come." Asami promised.
Asami withdrew the strap-on and stepped back, watching as Korra's body quivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. The Avatar's face was flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust. Asami dragged Korra to their bed, gently cuddling with her under the warm covers.
"Sweet dreams, dear." Asami said, kissing Korra.
The next few days passed in a blur of passion and power play, each moment more intense than the last. Asami reveled in her new role, pushing Korra's boundaries just enough to keep the thrill alive. For her part, Korra embraced her submission, finding a strange peace in the relinquishment of control.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the office, Asami decided it was time for a surprise. She waited for Korra to come home, her anticipation growing with every passing minute. When she finally heard the door open, she stepped out of the shadows, wearing nothing but the strap-on and a devilish grin.
"Mistress, I wasn't expecting you," Korra gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of her wife.
"Exactly," Asami purred, stalking closer. "And that's part of the fun."
Without another word, Asami grabbed Korra's hand and led her to the bedroom, her grip firm but gentle. She pushed her onto the bed, the strap-on jutting up between her legs like a declaration of war.
"Mistress, what are we doing?" Korra's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"You're going to be my little slut," Asami said, her voice a mix of affection and command. "You're going to do everything I say, without question."
Korra's breath hitched, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She nodded eagerly, the words music to her ears. "Yes, mistress."
Asami pulled out a set of velvet-covered handcuffs and secured Korra's wrists to the headboard, her movements swift and practiced. She then tied a scarf around Korra's eyes, plunging her into darkness. The sudden loss of sight heightened her other senses, making every touch, every sound, feel more intense.
"Mistress, I'm yours," Korra whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Good," Asami murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Now, spread your legs."
Korra complied, the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into her wrists as she pulled her arms apart. The blindfold blocked out all light, leaving her in a world of pure sensation. The soft rustle of fabric told her Asami was moving around the room, but she couldn't guess what her wife had in store for her.
Suddenly, a warm, wet mouth closed around her nipple, and Korra arched her back with a gasp. Asami's tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teasing and sucking until Korra was squirming beneath her. She could feel the strap-on pressing against her thigh, a constant reminder of what was to come.
Asami's hand slid down her body, her fingertips dancing over Korra's stomach before finally reaching the apex of her thighs. With a firm grip, she parted the Avatar's legs wider, leaving her fully exposed. "Mistress," Korra breathed, her body already growing wet with need.
"Patience, pet," Asami chuckled, her breath hot against Korra's skin. "All in good time."
Korra felt the coolness of the strap-on against her entrance, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Asami didn't waste any time, pushing into her with a firm, steady pressure. Korra's body tensed, then relaxed as she took the full length, her muscles adjusting to the new sensation.
Asami began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that had Korra's toes curling. She could feel every inch of the toy inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that no man ever could. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, and she found herself craving more.
"Mistress,"
The word left Korra's lips in a gasp as Asami's hips picked up speed, the strap-on sliding in and out of her in a relentless, hypnotic rhythm. The handcuffs dug into her wrists, the velvet lining doing little to lessen the bite of the metal. But she didn't care. All she could focus on was the exquisite pressure building within her, the feeling of being completely and utterly owned by Asami.
Asami's teeth grazed Korra's neck, sending shivers down her spine. The Avatar's breaths grew ragged, her body responding to every touch, every command. She'd never felt so alive, so...free.
"Mistress," she moaned again, her voice needy and desperate. "Please, harder."
Asami chuckled, the sound sending goosebumps across Korra's skin. "As you wish," she said, and her hips slammed into her with a force that left her seeing stars.
The world outside the bedroom disappeared, replaced by the symphony of their breaths and the slap of skin on skin. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure that built between them, the power exchange that set their hearts racing.
Korra felt herself getting closer, her body tightening around the strap-on. "Mistress," she cried out, her voice breaking. "I'm going to...I can't hold on."
"Then don't," Asami said, her voice a dark promise. "Come for me, my love."
With a scream that echoed through the room, Korra shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her body writhed under Asami's, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard.
Asami slowed her movements, allowing Korra to bask in the afterglow. The Avatar's chest heaved, her body a trembling mess of satisfaction. The world slowly came back into focus, the blindfold still keeping her in the darkness of submission.
"Mistress," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Thank you."
Asami leaned down and kissed her tenderly, her hand coming to rest on Korra's racing heart. "You're welcome, my love," she murmured. "I love you, always."