Took me a while to figure out a good concept for this prompt (a process not made easily by how much work sucked over the weekend), so I eventually settled on more of Andrea and Mariam's kinky adventures with their friend, mentor and Mistress Noriko. This is a follow-up to
Kinktober 2022 - Day 13 - Ice/TogetherFrom the way the ice was settling over the great glass windows, it was clear there’d be no escape for Andrea and Mariam, even if they wished it. This winter was one of the most brutal the beautiful redhead had ever known, more appropriate for the endless Saskatchewan prairies of her childhood, and the storm currently lashing down upon them threatened to be the worst so far this season, gusty winds howling about the condo tower like the spirits of the damned. In fact, it was so bad that most of the city would be taking a snow day tomorrow, her office included, something that had never once happened before in the eight years she’d called the city home. Still, there was no point in stressing over the weather, for it was completely beyond her control, and besides, Andrea had far more immediate things to focus on. For one, there was the endless, torturous buzzing of the sybian working its magic upon her womanhood, forever keeping her close to her peak but never permitting her to reach it. Likewise came the smack of the riding crop upon her naked, pale flesh, the feel of the ropes cinched tight around her supple body, the way the enormous pecker gag filled her mouth to bursting. Most important was the knowledge that she was not alone in this blissful agony. Andrea and Mariam had come together, and together they suffered, their gagged, helpless moans filling the room, much to the amusement of their captor. “Are you enjoying yourselves, my dears?”Grunting into their black leather pecker gags, both women nodded vigorously, breasts heaving from the evening’s exertions. Together, they straddled a black leather sybian, long enough for two, the leather straps built in on either side tightened firmly about their ankles and forcing them to remain kneeling and at the mercy of the constant stimulation. A length of hempen rope encircled them beneath their breasts, locking them in place back-to-back, while additional coils bound their arms to their sides and against one another at the wrists and elbows, Andrea’s left to Mariam’s right and vice versa, so that neither could move their arms without the other mirroring the motion. Both were utterly naked, rivulets of sweat trickling down their beautiful frames, and Andrea shivered as their captor circled around them, dark eyes taking in every curve like a hawk eyeing a pair of mice scurrying down below. “You’re both so cute together,” a husky female voice insisted, in the too-perfect English of someone who’d mastered it as a second language rather than learning it natively. A gloved hand reached out, fondling Andrea’s pale, perfect orbs, and rich crimson lips turned up in delight. “You really do have great taste in women, Mariam. I am quite impressed.”Blushing, Andrea mumbled her thanks, gazing upwards at the beautiful porcelain features she’d seen so often on billboards and bus stops around the city. By day, Noriko Shibuya was one of the city’s greatest immigrant success stories, a real estate mogul and patron of various charitable efforts who’d refused to let anything keep her from achieving her goals, even the loss of her husband from cancer five years earlier. By night, however, she was mentor and Mistress to a number of young women around the city, their tutor in the erotic arts from her penthouse condo in the heart of the downtown core. It was she who’d first taught Mariam about the joys of bondage, and while the two had not been lovers for years now, the Persian beauty still spoke of her fondly, eager to make use of all she taught her for the sake of Andrea’s happiness. At forty-five, Noriko could easily pass for a woman a decade younger, only the slight, distinguished trace of grey in her long, raven-black hair disrupting the illusion of her ageless beauty and give a hint of her true age. Likewise, she seemed born to wear the white silk kimono hugging her slender frame, though thigh-high, stiletto-heeled, black leather boots were hardly the traditional choice of footwear to go with it. Elbow-length black leather gloves completed the ensemble, and Andrea couldn’t help but marvel at her loveliness, heart pounding with fear and excitement. “Oh, you are wet, aren’t you?” Noriko teased, the tip of the riding crop tapping lightly above her womanhood. “Tell me, do you enjoy seeing Mariam like this? All bound and gagged and unable to save you?”Twisting her head around to briefly meet her lover’s gaze, Andrea eventually gave an emphatic nod. She loved Mariam, and every moment spent together was to be cherished, whether bondage was involved or not, yet in all their kinky adventures, the Persian beauty had always been in control. That was no issue; that Mariam was so keen to indulge her submissive desires and fantasies was more than enough for the beautiful redhead, and she saw no reason to change that. Even so, there was something… exhilarating about seeing Mariam rendered so helpless; the way her dusky body flexed against the ropes, the soft murmurs escaping past the gag, the knowledge that she could do nothing to stop Noriko from claiming her… Andrea was at the mercy of a complete stranger, utterly defenseless and with every intimate region left exposed, and her breath began to quicken, thighs quivering as her climax neared. “Mmmmppppgghhhh…”A click of the remote, and the sybian went dead, provoking howls of desperate outrage from the two bound young women. “Ah, ah, ah,” Noriko chided them, wagging a finger. “You both belong to me now, and you will reach your peak when I give you permission, not a moment before.” Giving their thighs a few chiding smacks, the Japanese woman darted into the kitchen of the penthouse, returning a few moments later with a tall glass in hand. “Since you two seem so hot and bothered, let’s see if I can help cool you down.”Ice cubes rattled inside the glass, and gagged screams rose in answer, curvy figures straining helplessly against their bonds. “Pain always comes before pleasure, my dears, so do well now and I will reward you later.” The first cube traced a circle about Andrea’s wide pink nipples, and a scream of rapturous agony forced its way through the unyielding leather. “You just need to be patient. After all, we have all day tomorrow to spend together…”
as well; that was a story people really seemed to like, and it made sense to check back in and see how our heroines were doing in Noriko's loving care... Thank you so much for your continued support, and I really hope you all enjoy this one! All the best!
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