Riposte (Worm; Smut; BDSM: Consensual.)

Riposte (Worm; Smut; BDSM: Consensual.)

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Commissioned by Daedalus Muse

Word Count: 2050

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Sabah took a breath as soon as the timer rang. Her heart raced within her chest, faster than she thought possible outside of actual combat, as rose from her apartment’s sofa, and discarded the blanket she’d donned.

The cool air of the apartment caused her to shiver as it caressed her bare skin. Or, rather, her skin that wasn’t framed by her matching corset, gloves, and leggings. It was a costume and she’d worn it several times, but she couldn’t help but shiver every time she was only clad in it. 

The corset streamlined her waist, pushed up her modest breasts, and presented her unclad, bare waist shamelessly. Her hazel skin, contrasting against the ebony of the leather and latex composition of her costume, was plush and seemingly paler around her skintight garments. She knew that if she looked at a mirror, she’d see an Arabian princess clad to command in some sort of fetishized fantasy, and not recognize herself in the slightest.

To the point, well, she’d turn herself on. 

But, even with her preferences and fetishes, she thought it a tad narcissistic to pleasure herself to herself.

Especially when she had a very willing, very enthusiastic pet to take care of.

Sabah took a breath before the door. Her eyes drifted to the crop she’d left hanging on the doorknob. It was a good way to not forget about it, but she could only gulp as she felt its slickened grip on her hand, as she slipped the wrist strap onto her arm. They’d used scented oil today, thus her crop was slick with it. 

She hoped that after a few weeks without it, she’d no longer grow slick and hot at the mere texture and lilac scent, but it wasn’t to be.

Truly, the neglect portion of their session was more for Sabah’s sake than her Lily’s.

Because, while a Pet is to tortured by imminent, continuous, or staggered pleasure, a proper Mistress has composure, authority, and power. Roles had to be adhered to. Sabah’s pleasure is final, demanded, and the culmination of the act, while Lily was to be bombarded with it through simple bombardment of stimulation, contrast with measured pain, or long, long moments of introspection.

Sabah knew she’d be pleasuring herself already, breaking her character, if she’d been in the same room as Lily in the last fifteen minutes.

Dripping in oil, suspended in the air with both arms and legs spread, pale skin and curves squeezed by silk bindings, Lily was a sight that nearly had Sabah stop midstride, as she felt electricity dance around her nethers. This was her lover. A villainess bound, trussed, oiled, and plugged with vibrators in her nethers, while her mouth was gagged. A woman who’d once wounded an Endbringer, enough so it could be killed by an Entity, was completely at her mercy.

Sabah forced her hands away from her nether lips and looked at her lovers fingers.

She couldn’t help but smile, as she caught sight of the fingers still clenched in fists, without any sign of forming their Safety. 

All was well.

And, she can continue to enjoy the scene.

But, once again, the hazel-skinned, corset clad Cape couldn’t simply stand back and watch.

She had her own part to play.

Presentation meant everything to their current dance, and since Lily was giving it her all, Sabah had to as well.

“My, my, my, someone’s enjoying themselves.” Sabah nearly stuttered as she spoke, as she first did when they began, but confidence was something that came with practice. She has had plenty, and listened to recording of her own voice, and knew that she could be what she needed to be. Imperious, in control, and the Mistress of a Pet. It was a struggle to walk in her heels, given the slight slickness to the floor, but she made do. Every step she made was enunciated by a clack that brought a shiver to the tightly bound, shivering, and vibrating body of her lover. “You’re enjoyed having your filthy cunt and ass filled, while you were left all alone, weren’t you? You like just being a piece of meat to be fucked, huh?”

The words would never leave Sabah’s mouth in a normal conversation, or even a private one. They were meant to inflict pain and degradation, thus they were left here, in this room, and in this moment, for the sake of contrasting and heightening pleasure. She kept her gaze on Lily’s hands, making sure that was all they did. 

It felt good to play the part of the Mistress, but Sabah somewhat disliked the words, it reminded her too much of the sneers and jeers of bullies. 

But, they’d talked about it.

Lily liked it. 

A lot.

So, it was saved for special occasions, and only then.

Sabah enjoyed seeing her Asian lover, with a perfect mix of curves and tone, writhe at the words though. She supposed it would be like giving oral. One party was left out, while the other was in ecstasy, but she liked seeing Lily in ecstasy enough to keep doing it, even if she wasn’t all too into it herself. 

She preferred the touch, sight, and the reddening of skin. 

Something she gained immediately, once she struck her crop once against her lovers spread, plush, glistening, and pale ass. The welt was light. A sting. No measure of true pain. It was simply a mark, a moment of pain to draw more attention to the vibrating toys in her lover’s lower wholes, but the sight of it appealed to Sabah perhaps more than the toys. 

To Sabah, it was making her lover hers, by making marks no else would make, see, or soothe. Inflicting them sent a jolt of electricity from her hand to her sex. Looking at them had her heart race. Soothing them with cream, massaging them away after the sessions, made her kisses with Lily deeper and closer. 

Seeing the oils coalesce upon the reddened flesh was the most intoxicating, thought. It was as though she’d parted an glow on Lily’s skin, on her lover’s innocence, that reformed over a mark that might be on her forever… her mark. 

“I bet you’d love to just be given over to some men and fucked senseless, wouldn’t you?” Sabah would never let happen. Never in a million years. Lily was hers. She was Lily’s. That was how things were and that would never change, even if she had to change for her Lily. The corset-bound, hazel-skinned Cape dragged her crop down the spread, stuffed lower orifices of her lover, stressing the squared tip against a jutting, glistening clit. “You just want you holes fucked. It doesn’t matter who it is… well, you’ll have to be disappointed then, because you’re MINE.”

Sabah’s snarl was followed by her tugging on the threads wound on Lily and attached to the ends of the toys embedded in her. Glistening beads popped out one by one, while the vibrator that’d filled Lily’s cunt was popped out. The air was filled with the sound of humming, stifled screams of pleasure, and the sound of slick, oiled flesh being squeezed. Sabah felt her sex clench with need, her own dew traveling down her thigh, and without hesitation she fed the toys leaving her Pet into herself. 

Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, as she gave herself no mercy, and took in the largest of the beads first and pushed the vibrator up to the opening of her womb. The hazel skinned, ebony haired cape-turned-dom muffled the sound of her voice, even though her sub could hear the sudden lack of noisy vibration, she wasn’t to let her pleasure consume her. Power meant control, over both herself and her Pet. Taking the toys inside her, using her power to guide them deep and stuff them inside herself, without being turned into a pleasure addled slut was a sign of dominance. 

Sabah’s dominance over Lily, thus it had to be successful.

“You felt good with these, you slut? I can’t believe you. These feel fucking terrible, but you came your brains out around them.” Sabah snarled, even as she stifled moan after moan, and her dew splattered on the ground while she struggled to remain standing. Soon, she had the tiniest, last bead inside her, buzzing away with the vibrator lodged all the way to her womb, and looked upon the most beautiful sight. Her Lily’s lower holes gaped due to her, only her, and for her. She drifted her crop over the gaped, twitching lubricated holes with a sigh. “I’m going to have to teach your fucking filthy body that it belongs only to me, and only me, Pet. Otherwise, I’m not sure I can even let you out of the house, let alone your restraints.”

Sabah used her power to fetch the object she needed and donned it without hesitation. The toys lodged into her rode further up, to the point where she’ll surely have to be creative with her power to take out the beads, but she grit her teeth past the pleasure, and stroked the twin, thick phalluses of her strap-on between Lily’s oiled, pale cheeks. Dragging the underside of the lowermost cock against both gaping holes, she shuddered through a light orgasm, before finally acting once more.

Taking hold of Lily’s hips, Sabah lodged herself with ease into the pre-pared holes, barely holding back a groan of pleasure as she did. Sometimes, she imagined having her own cock, and fucking Lily full of her seed, but those thoughts often faded quite quickly. Bonesaw and Panacea were the only ones capable of such things and neither option was pleasing to her. The strap on would suffice, especially when had more control over the pleasure it gave than an actual cock. 

Pounding away at Lily’s insides, which she’d meticulously stretched and lubricated to ensure no harm came to her Japanese-American lover, Sabah knew that with the toys inside her, she’d be utterly incapable of holding back her own climaxes if she had a real cock.

The sight of Lily moaning, straining, and buckling against her bindings was one thing, but knowing that she was the direct cause of the orgasms, instead of toys and mere treatment, combined with the vibrations and straining inside her into something truly special. She was in control, over herself and her lover, thus Sabah could only pump in out of her lover, forgetting even to speak. 

Sabah was thoroughly engrossed in her role that she lost track of time.

Much to her regret, later.

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“Pfft, ahahaha! You forgot the rest of your lines!” Sabah could only flush deeply, turning her hazel skill a darker shade, while she soothed Lily’s skin with a topical cream. The oil had provided a semblance of protection against the cords and the friction, but it never hurt to be safe. And, naturally, comforting contact was necessary after such a strenuous session. “If you hadn’t gotten so good with that strap on, I’d have started laughing!” 

“Please, stop.” Sabah, however, could do without the play by play that happened during every aftercare session. While the now-pajama-clad girl enjoyed lathering and massaging her nude lover, tenderly attending to each reddened patch of skin, she would like it more if it wasn’t accompanied by commentary. She felt as though her ears were burning. “Let’s talk about that later, Lily. Not now.”

“Right, right, sorry. It was just a little funny.” Sabah decided to ignore Lily’s words because she had to be the adult in the relationship. Not because Lily’s smile was too cute, especially when she was high off adrenaline and pleasure, after their session. Definitely not. “You did great, Sabah. You’re the cutest dom to have ever dommed. I’m definitely looking forward to next week, and maybe I’ll even let you use some new toys, if you’re willing to go all out again~.”

All out, naturally, meant more phrases regarding degradation, something Sabah wasn’t too keen on.

So, she was intrinsically aware of the fact that Lily was being coy, manipulative, and tricky by offering to have more used on her.

Try as she might, Sabah found herself incapable of refusing. 

Really, the things she did for love was ludicrous.