How it all began

The dim amber light of the chandelier cast a warm glow over Mistress Kennedy’s opulent study, its soft rays playing across the polished mahogany desk and the velvet chaise lounge in the corner. Emma shifted nervously on the edge of the chaise, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The room was alive with the faint hum of anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Mistress Kennedy leaned casually against the desk, one arm draped elegantly over the edge, the other holding a glass of crimson wine that she swirled slowly, her gaze never leaving Emma. Her black pencil skirt hugged her hips perfectly, and her white blouse was tailored to perfection, the top buttons teasingly undone to reveal just a hint of ivory lace beneath. Her heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor as she approached, each step sending a shiver down Emma’s spine.

Good Girls Get Treats

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Mistress Kennedy murmured, her voice low and velvety, like the richest chocolate. She stopped just in front of Emma, her shadow falling over the younger woman. “I knew you deserved something special today.”

Emma’s breath caught in her throat as Mistress Kennedy set the wine glass down, her fingers brushing lightly against Emma’s shoulder. The touch was electric, sending jolts of warmth coursing through her body. Without a word, Mistress Kennedy turned and walked back to the desk, her movements fluid and deliberate. She returned carrying a long, flat box, its lid adorned with delicate gold filigree.

“Open it,” Mistress Kennedy commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

Emma hesitated for only a moment before lifting the lid. Inside lay a stunning pink corset, its fabric shimmering like satin under the chandelier light. Embroidered along the edges were intricate patterns of flowers and vines, each stitch precise and delicate. Matching pink heels stood beside the corset, their stilettos glinting dangerously.

“Try them on,” Mistress Kennedy said, her lips curling into a sly smile.

Emma’s heart raced as she picked up the corset, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it up to her chest. The scent of leather and roses filled her nostrils, intoxicating her senses. Slowly, she rose from the chaise and began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, conscious of Mistress Kennedy’s unwavering gaze.

As she stepped into the corset, the smooth material caressed her skin like a lover’s touch. Mistress Kennedy watched intently, her eyes darkening with desire as she moved behind Emma to fasten the leather straps. The pressure against her ribs was firm but not uncomfortable, the tightness molding her body into a shape that felt both empowering and vulnerable.

“Perfect,” Mistress Kennedy whispered, her breath hot against Emma’s ear as she reached around to adjust the laces. “Just perfect.”

Next came the heels, each step Emma took sending reverberations of pleasure through her body. They clicked against the floor as she walked back to the chaise, her confidence growing with every stride.

Mistress Kennedy’s eyes roamed over Emma’s new form, taking in every detail. “Stand still,” she ordered, moving closer. With deft fingers, she adjusted the neckline of the corset, pulling it down just enough to reveal the tops of Emma’s breasts. A small gasp escaped Emma’s lips as Mistress Kennedy traced her collarbone with a single finger, her touch feather-light but insistent.

 

Mine All Mine

“You’re mine now,” Mistress Kennedy said, her voice husky with desire. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Emma’s breathing quickened as Mistress Kennedy’s hand slipped lower, grazing the edge of the corset. The sensation was almost too much to bear, her body tingling with anticipation. Before she could react, Mistress Kennedy’s lips were on hers, hard and demanding. The kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues dancing together in a frenzy of need.

Emma moaned into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in Mistress Kennedy’s hair. The older woman pulled away briefly, her eyes blazing with intensity. “Beg for it,” she demanded, her voice raw with emotion.

“Please, Mistress,” Emma pleaded, her voice shaking with desperation. “Please… I need you.”

Mistress Kennedy smirked, her hand sliding down to cup Emma’s already aching center. “Good girl.”

Withdrawing her hand, Mistress Kennedy stepped back and reached for something hidden beneath the desk. Emma’s eyes widened as she saw what it was—a strap-on harness, sleek and black, waiting to be donned.

“Strap this on for me, pet,” Mistress Kennedy commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

Emma nodded eagerly, her fingers fumbling slightly as she fastened the harness around Mistress Kennedy’s hips. The phallus attached to it gleamed under the light, a wicked promise of pleasure and pain.

“Now, kneel,” Mistress Kennedy ordered, her voice dripping with authority.

Emma obeyed instantly, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. Mistress Kennedy stepped closer, positioning herself directly in front of Emma’s face. The sharp tang of latex filled Emma’s nostrils as she gazed up at her Mistress, her mouth watering with anticipation.

Take It Like a Good Slut!

“Take it,” Mistress Kennedy commanded, her voice low and commanding.

Emma’s lips parted as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of the strap-on. The texture was smooth against her tongue, the flavor slightly bitter but not unpleasant. She wrapped her lips around the shaft, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down, her hands coming up to cup Mistress Kennedy’s hips for support.

“That’s it, my sweet pet,” Mistress Kennedy groaned, her hands gripping Emma’s hair tightly. “Suck it like you mean it.”

Emma redoubled her efforts, her mouth working feverishly on the strap-on, her cheeks hollowing with each suction. Mistress Kennedy’s breathing grew heavier, her fingers tightening in Emma’s hair as she guided the younger woman’s pace.

“So eager,” Mistress Kennedy murmured, her voice strained with desire. “You’re going to make me come undone.”

Emma’s heart pounded in her chest, her own arousal building with each passing second. She wanted more, needed more. She looked up at Mistress Kennedy, her eyes pleading.

“Please, Mistress,” Emma begged, her voice breaking. “Fuck me… please.”

Mistress Kennedy’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she pulled the strap-on free from Emma’s mouth. “On your back,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with desire.

Emma scrambled to obey, lying back on the chaise with her legs spread wide open. The cool leather pressed against her bare skin, sending shivers of excitement through her body. Mistress Kennedy knelt between her thighs, her eyes dark and hungry as she positioned the strap-on at Emma’s entrance.

“Ready, pet?” Mistress Kennedy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emma nodded, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the cold tip of the strap-on press against her heated core. “Yes, Mistress… yes.”

With one swift motion, Mistress Kennedy pushed the strap-on inside, filling Emma completely. Emma cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. The intrusion was overwhelming, yet somehow exactly what she needed.

“God, you feel so good,” Mistress Kennedy growled, her hips starting to move in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through Emma’s body, her back arching off the chaise as she tried to get closer to the source of her pleasure.

“Harder,” Emma whimpered, her nails digging into the leather beneath her. “Please, harder.”

Mistress Kennedy obliged, increasing the force of her thrusts until Emma was gasping for air, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the room. The sound only seemed to fuel Mistress Kennedy’s passion, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“Tell me how much you love this,” Mistress Kennedy demanded, her voice ragged with exertion. “Tell me how much you love being mine.”

Emma’s mind was clouded with desire, but she managed to find the words. “I love it, Mistress. I love being yours. Please, don’t stop!”

At her plea, Mistress Kennedy’s pace quickened even further, driving the strap-on deeper with each thrust. Emma’s world narrowed down to the sensations coursing through her body, the burning heat between her legs, and the way Mistress Kennedy’s hands gripped her thighs with bruising force.

“Almost there, pet,” Mistress Kennedy murmured, her voice strained. “You’re going to come so hard for me.”