The latex felt like a second skin hugging tightly around Mila's hips, across her chest and behind her back. Out of all the choices from The Hotel's massive costume shop, she'd opted for a burgundy minidress - the bottom fabric was pulled taught over her ass and thighs, and black lines wrapped around her breasts in a cup-less tease. Every aspect of the dress hinted towards the perfect body held behind the latex, only without giving anything away.
Even if the outfit had allowed a bra underneath, she didn't need one. Her tight body and petite breasts were practically made for this kind of form fitting bodysuit.
Though the thought got her heart racing, a bra wasn't the only underwear Mila had forgone. The cool air of the costume shop kept tickling at her exposed pussy - a constant titillating reminder of the kinky game she was now playing. If she was going to pass the femdom test Ronan had given her, she would have to live the part fully.
She had said yes to Ronan's offer. How could she not?
After all, she couldn't deny how much she'd enjoyed helping him shave his obedient submissive the night before, and if she tried to pretend otherwise, he would have known she was lying. Her flushed cheeks and hungry eyes, surely, had given her away.
She got him to come up from his original offer, settling at 1.3 million a year for her legal counsel and... assistance... in running The Hotel. In their discussion, a few things had become clear to Mila:
Ronan, in his current form, was unbelievably loaded. Her negotiating for 100k more than he'd initially offered had barely registered to him.He wanted her legal mind, but he wanted her body more. Certainly, there was sure to be a moment when he would need a friendly lawyer while running the world's premiere fetish operation, but the way he looked at her told her there was another reason he wanted her to work for him.Under no circumstances would she submit to anyone at the hotel - Except for him.
To the third point: Mila had barely survived watching Ronan play with his blonde sub Vivian the night before, and though the thought of expanding her fetish horizons with some of the masterful patrons The Hotel would surely entice, she knew she had to draw the line somewhere. This third agreement would send a clear message to Ronan: he was the real reason she was here, not curiosity or horniness. Even though... she was both.
Perhaps sensing the game that Mila was suggesting, or maybe simply because Ronan was a professional and needed to confirm her readiness, he had offered a test.
A femdom test.
Mila had to show Ronan her skills as a dom before he'd let her work with a hotel client. Immediately, her first thought was that she could punish Vivian; some anger and envy still seething within her remembering their unspoken relationship of dominance and submission. But Ronan had said it wasn't possible - all their activities of the previous night had been to prepare Vivian for one of The Hotel's first clients, a VIP who went by only his initials - MSC - and Ronan wasn't willing to allow anyone to play with her before his arrival.
So, they'd made their way through the Hotel's list of available submissives, bypassing the extensive list of dominants that Ronan had engaged to work with him. Mila's eyes were wide as saucers as they had scrolled the list of gorgeous women, submissive adonis men, stunning transwomen and demure transmen, sissies, pets, and even gimps whose entire profiles showed them encased in latex and leather hoods - appearing as completely anonymous sex objects.
She did her best to keep her cool, not wanting Ronan to sense any trepidation. Finally, they scrolled past the profile for Red - the petite redhead who worked The Hotel desk. Mila had suggested Red as her test sub, feeling that having met the girl the day before gave her at least a little bit of a head start. Ronan agreed.
She'd been given a day to prepare, and instructions on how to access The Hotel's extensive costume shop before the appointment. Now, as she laced up her thigh high boots, Mila hoped she was ready.
Her entire sexual life she'd been interested in BDSM, and surely the countless videos and stories she'd read had subconsciously prepared her. Though, she recognized, she'd usually been more focused on the submissive than the dominant in anything she watched or read, but at least that meant she could empathize with what works on a sub, and vitally, what doesn't.
She'd bought four lengths of black nylon rope that morning and had inexhaustibly spent the day practicing her knots. Ronan had told her that the location for the appointment, The Hotel Dungeon #1, would be outfitted with everything she needed - but she wanted to impress him. Even if the room had handcuffs, leather or metal, she knew it'd be more of a statement if she showed up knowing her ropes. She ran through a mental checklist of the knots and bondage positions she'd learned that day - her overhand, square, half-hitch and lark's head were strong, the singe column tie had alluded her, but she'd decided to return to that one later.
Position wise, she thought a hogtie might look good on Red, or a harness with a crotch rope. She'd practiced a chest harness on herself and it'd looked amazing. She'd lost more than a few productive minutes appreciating how good her tits looked framed by the black rope as she swayed her shoulders back and forth in the mirror.
But now the time for preparation was over. The she bowed off the shoelace of her second boot and stood from the costume shop bench to admire her chosen outfit.
Make no mistake, she looked the part, thigh high heels and burgundy minidress beneath her ponytailed dark brown hair, and Mila enjoyed the view of herself in the floor-length mirror. If she didn't know better, she'd think this dominant woman in front of her had stepped straight out of one of her favorite videos.
She grabbed the bag she'd brought containing her ropes - and stepped out of the costume shop.
***
The Hotel dungeon's, surprise, were housed in the basement. As Mila stepped through the quiet lobby, still dormant on this last night before the official opening, she enjoyed the view of the empty welcome desk. Red, who would normally be standing there in her little black harness, was right now waiting for her in Dungeon #1. She took a deep breath, drawing power from the image of that petite redhead waiting for her dominant - waiting for her.
The elevator ride to the basement was over as soon as it began, and, when the door opened, Mila was surprised to find Ronan waiting for her.
He was wearing what seemed to be his everyday uniform. Black suit pants and an unbuttoned white oxford, making it look like he'd just thrown off his jacket, undone his tie, and rolled up his sleeves for the real work.
"Excellent choice." Was all that he said, looking her up and down.
"I'm glad you approve", she shot back. She wasn't about to let anything undermine her mood now so close to the test, even Ronan's lightning blue eyes.
He stepped away down the long corridor, lit by soft red lights overhead, "It's just this way", he said as he went.
Mila followed him, her heels clicking on the concrete floor. The basement was clearly underdone compared to the rest of the hotel, but Mila wondered if that wasn't intentional. Every other surface in the hotel was pristine: red and black or gold and white, marble and expensive wood with elegant trim. Down here, the vibe was decidedly more brutalist - exposed lightbulbs and concrete.
Ronan stopped outside a red door with #1 written in black on the outside. He held up his hand to her as she approached.
"Before you go in, just one thing." He said.
"What is it?" Mila's heart was high in her chest; she was ready to get this thing going.
"You're so eager. I love it." Ronan said, the glimmer in his eyes showing he was telling the truth, "But you should know - Red is not allowed to cum."
"Okay." Mila didn't miss a beat. "No pleasure at all, then?"
Ronan should his head. "Pleasure is fine, but you'll be a bit limited in your options. She's in chastity. It's part of her training - she needs to learn to control herself."
Mila clenched her jaw at his words, a bit of that envious fire springing to life again deep in her gut. Even though, intellectually, she understood that it was a given part of The Hotel's operations that Ronan would be training his subs, she didn't like to think about it. At all.
"You're free to do whatever you want with her," Ronan continued, "No one has booked Red for the first week, so you don't have to worry too much about marks, but as always goes, keep it within reason, and like I said -"
"No cumming". Mila finished the sentence for him. She was determined to show Ronan how capable she was in this role - in any role - he might test her in. This session with Red was just her first step towards her true prize: him.
Ronan nodded in agreement, seemingly content that she understood. He took a step away from the door. Mila put her hand to the handle, and then turned back to him, a question in her mind.
"Are you coming in?" She asked.
Ronan shook his head this time. "It's your hour. I'll be in there." He pointed to the ceiling above the doorway where a black dome camera peered back at them.
Mila set her jaw. Drawing from the feeling of her sharp heels rooted into the ground, she offered him one word in response, "Enjoy."
Ronan's blue eyes followed her as she twisted the handle and pushed open the door to Dungeon #1, unsure of what awaited her but positive she was going to give Ronan the show of his life.
***
Dungeon #1 lived up to its name. It was a single room, the size of a large hotel suite, with a small bathroom off to the left as Mila stepped through the short hallway. A plush white square of carpet greeted her heels as she entered the room proper.
The walls were brick, and the one directly across from her was adorned with the most complete collection of fetish items and BDSM toys Mila had ever seen. Countless strands of leather, harness and straps, hung towards the left side of the wall and as Mila's eyes continued right she caught lengths of rope, cuffs made of leather and metal, maybe a dozen different gags - harness gags, ball, bit, ring, spider, dental, tape - and then small pieces of metal, nipple clamps and chains, that shone in the candlelight that wavered in the corner of the room.
There was a thick wooden table below the hanging items too, with anything she could have thought to play with and then some. Crops, floggers, realistic looking dildos and metal plugs of different sizes, anal beads, candles. There were drawers in the table too, but Mila was a bit overwhelmed already by the options before her to think of looking for more.
Mila had never seen so many toys, but finally her eyes rested on the most important one: Red.
The pale skinned girl was kneeling on the bed to Mila's left. The black metal four poster frame and silken black sheets creating a stark contrast against her naked skin.
Red was kneeling the same way Mila had seen her do so before. Her legs wide apart and her palms turned upwards placed above each knee. Mila took a moment to appreciate the girl's body, noticing how still Red kept in her position, with her head slightly bowed and eyes cast downward towards the floor. Someone, Ronan perhaps, had removed Red's leather harness leaving her completely naked except for the chastity belt keeping her pussy captive.
From what Mila could see, no pubic hair was protruding around the shining steal. She fingered the key for a moment in her hand. Though she understood the rules that Ronan had set forward, Red not being allowed to cum, she was both interested and eager to see the girl squirm. Eventually, she'd release Red from her chastity belt, but first Mila would make her earn it.
As Mila took a step closer to the young submissive, she let the black bag of ropes fall heavily from her hand to the floor. The girl gave a small start, the small of her back arching as she took a sharp inhale. Mila could see her small chest start to rise faster, her breath and pulse clearly quickening. But, as an exquisitely trained sub should know to do, Red kept her eyes toward the floor.
"You're well trained." Mila decided to start off with a compliment.
The girl kneeling before her did not respond.
"Ah, but you're well trained by someone else. You will respond verbally when I address you, is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss." The Red said, not missing a beat.
But she'd gotten it wrong.
Mila reached her hand over Red's kneeling form to her pert ass and gave her a quick and decisive slap.
The redhead breathed in sharply, and Mila didn't hesitate to land a second blow in the exact same spot, pushing back now as the girl leaned forward slightly, clearly searching for an even greater touch. Mila didn't push her away, she enjoyed Red's impulse to nuzzle closer, and she took advantage of the inches between them to whisper:
"Mistress. Is what you will call me."
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."
With a final slap on Red's ass, Mila stepped away, leaving the submissive exactly how she wanted her - on edge, attentive, and increasingly horny.
Mila was off and running. Something about it all felt so easy, and a part of her was grateful that Red was already obedient. Maybe someday she would have to break someone who was going to fight back, but blissfully, that was not going to be today.
Leaving Red to imagine what might come next, Mila stepped towards the wall of implements... perusing... wondering how she might play with her food. She looked up to the camera in the corner - the hour truly was hers.
"How many sexual partners have you had? I will know if you're lying." Mila said, still facing the wall.
"Twelve, Mistress." The girl said, still looking towards the ground.
"How many of them have been women?" Mila continued.
Red paused for a moment, and Mila turned on her heel to face her.
"Be honest." Mila said, firmly.
"One, Mistress".
"Tell me about her. I want to know every detail. You may speak as you wish."
The girl squirmed for a moment, her fingers twitching on her upraised palms. Mila picked up a light-colored cane from the table before her and took a threatening step towards the submissive when she began to speak.
"She was best friend in high school." Red began, her eyes still cast towards the ground, "I was angry at a boy that I liked."
"Why?" Mila twisted the cane between her fingers, wondering if Red would need some encouragement.
"He had invited me to Homecoming, and I wanted to go with him, but then he started ignoring me. It made me feel like I'd done something wrong, and I didn't think I had, and I was with my friend at her house, and I told her about it. I was saying what I wanted to do to him, that I wanted to slap him and push him down and... and..."
Wordlessly, Mila lay the crop against Red's now pink ass cheek, the girl took a sharp breath in, clearly understanding the message, and started speaking again - now more quickly".
"I told her that I wanted to sit on his face. I didn't know where it came from at the time, I'd never done anything like that before, but I was feeling angry and like I'd just want to prove to him how much I wanted him, and then out of nowhere - my friend started kissing me. I hadn't even been looking at her really while I was talking, but I guess it must have turned her on because..."
Mila landed a sharp and decisive thwack on Red's ass. She had only been waiting for the next pause in the girl's story to make clear the rules. The girl yelped in surprise.
"Sorry, Mistress."
"Do not stop."
"Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress".
Red looked confused, a pink flush rising in her cheeks, and Mila decided to help: "Your friend was turned on."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. My friend was turned on. She was kissing me. She took off my clothes and I wanted her to. I tried taking off her clothes, she had on a jacket, but she pushed me down. So, I was naked and she had on all her clothes, and she put her finger on me, and then in me, and I'd never had anyone do that before and... I loved it. And then I remember, I didn't want her to stop, but she took out her finger, and she asked me if I wanted to taste... And I was embarrassed and I didn't know how to respond but she put her finger near me and I could smell how sweet I was. I did want to put her fingers in my mouth I wanted to taste it but she took her hand away and she just laughed. And then she got up and she told me to put on my clothes... I wish... When I think back I wish I had just..."
Mila put her hand over Red's mouth. This was probably all she was going to get out of the girl, and it was plenty for her to go on. The space between them had changed now - Red wasn't just physically submitting to her but emotionally submitting too. Red had exposed her desires, her wishes to Mila, and Mila was going to take full advantage of that power, and bring her submissive immense pleasure in return.
Her slim fingers held tightly over Red's lips Mila commanded, "Look at me". The girl complied immediately, looking up at Mila with those soft brown eyes. The view was gorgeous - this perfect little sub looking up at her with obedience - Mila enjoyed every second.
"Today is the day that you get a second chance. All I'm hearing is that you wished you had been more free with your friend. Today, you will be. You are going to give me your deepest desires, or else I am going to punish you. Do you understand?"
"yes. yes mistress" her submissive responded, her eyes soft and pupils dilated wide. Mila could feel the energy coming off the redhead's slim body - it was warm, soft, easeful and ready.
A haze was growing in Mila too. It was impossible for her to forget that this was her first time doing this, dominating a woman - dominating anyone - but she was letting herself be guided by what, on the submissive's side, she knew would turn her on. She knew well the innate desire to be controlled, held, kept, valued, needed, challenged, respected and owned - all the things that had driven Mila's mind wild since she first imagined submitting to a worthy partner. Even though she wasn't currently in her preferred side of the relationship, she was discovering something new watching Red's soft doe eyes, and something else in how good power felt.
"Eyes down. Chest up." Mila commanded, puncturing the gentle tone of the moment. It was time to get to business.
Mila crossed again to the wall of toys and grabbed a leather collar, a short chain leash attached to a D-ring on its front.
She stood in front of the little submissive once more and commanded the girl to take her hair behind her head in a ponytail. Red responded obediently with a, "yes mistress" and Mila could feel a flush rising in her own cheeks to match the pink cheeks on Red. Mila wrapped the collar around the girl's neck and latched it tightly in the back.
"Is that too tight?" Mila asked. The leather was fully taut against the girl's neck, and Red softly shook her head no, her eyes looking off in a slight daze.
"Red. Answer verbally."
"no, no mistress. it's not too tight."
"Good. I don't want to mistake you choking out for sub space."
"yes, mistress" Red said softly, already floating.
"Do you have a safeword?"
"yes, mistress"
"What is it?" Mila could tell that Red was drifting already. She really had come undone as soon as she'd given Mila her high school experience story.
"mercy, mistress. mercy. because my name is red."
"Very good. If you need it, use it. I will not be angry... Now, turn."
Mila took the leather end of the chain leash in her hand and passed it around the bed's black four poster bar. Red obediently shifted, still on her knees, following her Mistress' slinking gait around the bed. Mila slid herself onto the black silk, adjusting the pillow behind her head with one hand while the other maintained the girl's lead.
Keeping close watch of Red's eyes, Mila started to shimmy her tight latex shirt higher and higher up around her hips. She watched as the girl's widened slightly, her eyebrows lifting gently, and her tongue tip appearing at the edge of her lips.
Mila bit her own lip at the sight. Enjoying the pleasure of the moment, knowing it to be a strong sign of how well she was doing, that this petite submissive's arousal was so legible on her face and in her lips.
With a final motion Mila lifted the latex skirt from around her butt so that it all bunched up around her waist. She had little time to enjoy the feeling of this new constriction because, Red was already bending forward towards her naked pussy.
For a moment Mila thought about stopping her - taking one more moment to make clear who held the power here - but at this point, Mila was excited herself.
As she felt Red's tongue first touch her outer lips, Mila closed her eyes and kicked herself for a moment. She should have disciplined Red just then for acting without permission, without command, without...
Red was using her delicate fingers to create a spread in Mila's pussy lips, and all thoughts of "shoulds" receded from Mila's mind as the petite girl's tongue founder her clit. Mila felt as if she could sense each bud on the girl's tongue connecting with her clit, and each touch of Red's tongue on her pussy sent pleasure rocketing from Mila's hips up to her spine and neck.
Red continued, gently and softly licking Mila's pussy, and Mila involuntarily raised her hips upwards. She needed more force than this. The girl, in her delicateness, was only creating an enormous tease for Mila and the energy was building between her hips.
"Go harder." Mila breathed.
Red didn't respond verbally, and Mila checked herself again as the girl continued her licking with only a small degree greater force. Mila was caught now between the teasing pleasure and the mistakes she knew she was making as a dominant - she had allowed Red to pleasure her without permission, and now she'd let Red go without a verbal response. Both of which would have warranted punishment, but... but...
Mila's thoughts fought for completion as Red's tongue lapped again and again at her swollen clit - the sensation enough to puncture her thinking mind but not enough to bring her distant orgasm any closer.
"I said harder, Red -"
"i'm trying, i - this is my first time."
Mila snapped. She yanked the hand still holding Red's leash inwards towards her and watched as the girl's body was pulled forward along the bed. Red caught herself with her hands at Mila's sides, and Mila used her other hand to take a fist full of Red's hair.
Mila pulled Red's head back and the girl's neck strained in the exposure. She almost thought Red gave a whimper of fear, but the haze of lust Mila had been floating in had turned to a different kind of energy - there was an anger pumping through her now.
It was a perfect mixture of emotions, a cocktail or arousal, power, frustration with herself, and a carnal desire to consume this delicate naked girl in front of her that was driving Mila. She had no time to think, only act, and she knew that Red deserved what happened next.
"Do you know what you did?"
Red just shook her head and bit her lips.
"Think again. Do you know what you did?"
"i... i don't know, mistress."
Mila moved herself out from underneath Red's hand and as the girl tried to adjust her weight Mila pushed down on her back, forcing her face down onto the black silk sheets.
The next moment, Mila brought her open hand down hard on Red's exposed ass, and the girl shrieked in pain and surprise. The redhead started turning her neck towards Mila's direction but, Mila followed up with a second spank and commanded, "No! Face down. Put your face in the bed and take your punishment."
Mila couldn't hear if Red responded as she brought her hand down again onto the petite girl's ass, her pale skin starting to turn a light and rosy pink. She switched to Red's other ass cheek for her next hit, but did not reduce the speed or intensity. She kept spanking Red, three times on each cheek before switching, and then followed up the barrage hits with her fingernails - drawing them in a gentle claw across the raised skin.
Red's sharps breath and whimpers turned to moans at this change in touch, and Mila could sense the girls softening again. If she had been on the threshold of subspace before, now she was probably in the stratosphere.
Drawing her finger playfully across Red's ass, Mila worked to calm her own white hot engine. She'd never felt anything like this. The power and arousal mixing together made her feel like a God, so much so she could tell it was making her draw outside the lines. But honestly, who gives a fuck? She thought to herself. This was her domain, and she was finding herself as a dominant, and she had a willing plaything that she was going to enjoy in her own way. Wasn't that the whole point?
A naughty idea crossed her mind just then. Ronan was watching, of course, probably wondering if she'd put together a script or if this was all off the cuff. What if she played against the one boundary Ronan had set against her? "Don't let her cum", is what he'd said, and she wasn't going to disobey that order - but maybe should could toe the line.
"Red, answer me honestly." Mila commanded.
"yes, mistress", Red answered, a whisper.
"Do you know where the key is to your chastity?" Mila probed. "Answer" She prodded again after a pause from the naked girl, still lying face down on the black sheets.
"it's in my room" Red said, finally.
"Where is that?" Mila said, losing patience.
"here. this is my room. the is red because i'm Red"
Good lord, Mila thought. As it turned out, Red was kind of a lightweight.
Mila changed her tactic.
She moved over to Red's prone form and moved the hair away from her ear. Putting her lips very close to Red's ear she whispered, "I want your pussy. Get me your key.'
The girl responded in a trance, rising from the bed and pulling the top drawer of the small table near the bed. She removed a small metal key from and held it out towards Mila.
"master says i'm not allowed to cum"
"I guess that means you're not going to cum." Mila said, taking the small key from Red.
She took her first real look at Red's chastity belt and couldn't miss the small gold padlock dangling from the front. Mila easily found the keyhole, her shoulder lightly resting against the warmth of Red's chest, and opened the lock with a pop. Red inhaled sharply and swallowed, then cast her eyes down as Mila turned to look at her. She could feel the heat radiating off the petite girl, and practically hear her thoughts. Red badly wanted to be touched - this was going to be fun.
The chastity belt came apart in pieces. Each thin level of metal separating before the main belt, running between Red's legs, could come free. Mila took it her hands and was surprised to meet some resistance while trying to pull it away. She looked around Red's pelvic area, wondering if she'd missed something, and then looked up to see Red demurely biting her lip.
Without words, Mila put it together - she smiled.
"You're going to have to relax." Mila said, playfully baring her teeth at the redhead.
Red closed her eyes and let her breathing slow. Mila reached again for the final piece of the belt, running along the heat between Red's legs, and pulled the belt down. Slowly, bit by bit, the beaded metal dildo filling Red's pussy began to come free. The metal was slick with Red's arousal, and Mila looked up to see the girl's cheeks turning as red as her hair.
"Your Master is a bit cruel, isn't he?"
Red shook her head no in response.
"You don't think so? He says no cumming but he keeps you filled?"
"i like it that way, mistress." Red said in response.
"Next you're going to tell me that your ass is always plugged too I bet." Mila joked. Then, seeing the look on Red's face, she smiled again. "Turn around", she commanded the girl.
Red dutifully turned to face away from Mila and faced the wall. Mila knelt down and separated the girl's small peach ass with her hands and was met with a shining jeweled butt plug nestled between the girl's soft cheeks. Of course - red.
Mila took stock of this now being the second time in as many days she'd been inches away from a woman's asshole that she barely knew. She also took stock of how much she enjoyed it. This space, wherever she was in her mind and body, felt safe. Peaceful. Warm and filled with pleasure. She loved the power, and she loved the look of this petite submissive beauty for her. Now, she felt, it was time to get back to the show. She wasn't going to let Red cum, but she was going to bring her right to the edge.
"Stay there", she commanded again, stepping away from Red towards her bag on the floor. She removed a length of black rope and returned to Red, grabbing both of the girl's arms above the elbow and taking them behind her. Mila bent Red's arms at the elbow and guided the young girl's hands towards clasping her own forearms, setting her up for a box tie. Mila didn't want Red's hands getting in the way for what she had planned.
With practiced expertise, she wrapped the rope around the girl's middle wrists and through, wrapping up her petite captive and securing her submission. Red, being the trained submissive she was, kept her chest high and proud, showing off her tits, even as she kept her head bowed towards the floor.
Red's arms fully secured, Mila stepped again towards the table and looked again over the large selection of gags assembled in Dungeon #1. Any gag a person could want was there - a million ways of stopping a sub's mouth or keeping it open for use. Panel, harness, ball and bit, latex rings and metal, spiders, dentals, even rope versions. It was a dizzying display, and Mila wished she would have the time to use them all.
Part of her resurfaced then too - she was exciting playing in this dominant space for the first real time - but she knew how good she would look herself in any one of the these. She drew her hands along the leather and silicone, finally landing on a ring gag - bound in leather.
Mila took a seat on the bed behind Red, still facing the wall. "Come to me", she commanded, and watched as the girl's chest rose and fell, her perky tits shifting in Mila's direction, and her arms creating a wonderful arch in her back.
"Open your mouth", instructed Mila, and Red dutifully did. As Mila raised the gag to Red's lips, she could tell it was a bit large for the girl's small mouth, but she (meaning Red) would have to make do. "Bend over. Bring me your mouth", Mila said - letting her submissive do the work.
Red bent forward at the waist, and brought her open mouth down towards Mila and the outstretched gag. Mila pushed the leather covered ring between Red's teeth and continued through the girls small moan of protest at just how wide open the ring was forcing her mouth. Mila brought Red's head down towards her as she reached behind, buckling the gag tightly.
"Now stand." Mila said, the gag secured. Red complied, standing back straight. Mila took in the beautiful sight before her, and once again felt the heat rising in her own pussy. If Red hadn't had such a poor first go at eating her out she would have demanded the girl do it again, but she couldn't have imagined her being any better at it without the use of her lips. Though the thought of that was very sexy.
"Come here", Mila said, beckoning Red forward with her hand. She kept her hand out as Red arrived closer, at the level of her pussy. "Spread your legs", Red's mistress commanded, and the young submissive complied.
Mila slid her middle finger between the girl's slit and was pleased to find it absolutely soaking wet. Even before her finger neared the girl's hole it was slick with Red's juices, and the girl breathed in with pleasure even at Mila's light touch. She was clearly incredibly sensitive, Mila could tell, as she applied the slightest bit of pressure back and forth over Red's clit. The already wet girl was quickly getting wetter, and Mila drew her finger back to enjoy the feeling of Red's arousal between her fingers.
She lifted her hand up to Red's mouth and the girl needed no instruction. Red's tongue appeared through her gagged hole and licked enthusiastically along Mila's fingers. Satisfied with Red's submissive performance but wanting more, Mila stuck her two longest fingers into Red's waiting mouth and depressed the girl's tongue, enjoying the feeling of warmth here too - very similar to the warmth those same fingers had found moments ago in the girl's slit.
"Ride me", Mila said, and Red hobbled forward slightly, unsure of what Mila meant.
"No, my knee", Mila corrected, taking the girl's hips in her hands and guiding her down to rest on the smooth skin above Mila's knee.
Now, the horny submissive understood, and started moving in pursuit of her own and her mistresses' pleasure.
The girl rocked her hips back and forth, drawing her clit up and down along Mila's knee, and let out a moan of pleasure each time the direction changed on her clit. It was the moment when she changed for forward to back that brought her the most pleasure, and Mila could imagine Red's clit blossoming outward each time the direction changed, it's pleasure centers lighting up and turning this sweet girl into an animal. Mila started to press Red's hips down harder at these crucial moments, and she could see the girl's cheeks flushing a bright red around her wide-open lips
She loved the submissive moaning, near carnal grunting coming from the small animal before her.
Taking one her hands from Red's hips she brought it to the girl's pierced nipple, tugging and twisting slightly on her small chest. Red's moans of pleasure turned to breaths of pain, and Mila's submissive started to grind harder against her knee in response - hoping that a greater performance of horny servitude might please her mistress and get her to stop the pain.
On the contrary, Mila had just learned something about herself. The horniness of Red's reaction only made her want to hurt the girl more. She wanted to watch this beautiful girl become more and more beast, until the only thing that remained was a pure pain and pleasure slut - desperate to be touched, tortured, tight up and tried out.
Mila was lost in thought when she noticed Red was near to cumming the girl's eyes were closing shut and her breath coming from high in her chest. Mila lifted Red's hips up off her thigh and watched as the girl helplessly continued to draw her pussy back and forth across the air for a few moments.
A few smart spanks on Red's ass set her right, and Mila's submissive looked down at her Mistress with calm submission - at this point they both knew that Mila was a capable dominant - and they were both deeply enjoying the play.
Mila pulled Red onto the bed and told her to get on her knees. Swiftly she grabbed two more lengths of rope and fastened Red's shins to her thighs, creating a frogtie. Throughout the bondage, Red continued to watch her Mistress with soft eyes - letting her tongue explore the ring in her mouth, and trusting whatever the lithe and athletic brunette would instruct her to do next.
The tie complete, Mila returned to the table and grabbed a cordless Hitachi wand. She knew this toy well, and knew that setting 2 was right for her - so she started the vibration on setting 1. Enough to tease a pussy, but probably not enough to make it cum without dedicated application - and Red wasn't going to get that.
Mila tossed the buzzing vibrator onto the bed with the head facing Red, and motioned for the girl to ride it. "Enjoy yourself. But do not cum".
"yeth mith-reth" Red responded through her gag, humping and sliding her inner thighs forward towards the waiting wand.
Mila enjoyed watching the petite submissive struggle to get the wandhead aligned on her clit, knowing that even the slightest pressure in the wrong direction would send the wand rolling away from where she wanted it. A pleasure grew in her as she saw Red's arms straining against her bonds - fingers curling in pathetic helplessness - and sharp breaths escaping in the rare moments when she found the right point.
There was a trail of drool mixing with the arousal from Red's pussy dripping onto the bed. Red's tongue flopped helplessly behind her teeth - the picture of a helpless and desperately horny sub.
Finally, all at once, Red got the right spot. She pushed her hips down hard onto the wand, and before either of them could stop it - Red was cumming. Her chest shook in a violent spasm as her fingers went slack, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her shins pulled hard against her bindings. It was too late for Mila to do anything but watch as the girl came and continued to cum - body tightly bound but rocking with an ongoing pleasure.
At last, Mila found herself, and yanked the wand away from Red's clit. The girl continued to shake, sweating now, and started to apologize profusely through her gag. "thowy mithreth thowy".
Mila knew that she might have fucked up. That was the one rule. She wasn't supposed to let the girl cum. But once again, the cocktail of embarrassment and arousal mixed together in Mila to make her the animal, and something in her broke.
She did not care if this meant that she wouldn't pass Ronan's test. She did not care if this meant she wouldn't have a job at The Hotel and that she wouldn't get the money. Nothing else existed in this moment except for the room she was in and the slave in front of her and the endless wall of sex toys she had at her disposal. Mila didn't even want to punish Red for the mistake, she actually wasn't thinking much about Red at all - she was thinking about herself and what she wanted. And what she wanted was to cum.
With a newfound strength Mila pushed Red down backwards onto the bed and the girl flopped helplessly down, still in her bondage. In the next moment Mila was raising her tight skirt high over her own peach ass and letting the latex gather around her waist. She remembered again in this moment that she wasn't wearing panties - perfect.
The last thing she saw of Red's tongue was it helplessly rolling out of her gagged lips, and then Mila lay her pussy down onto Red's nose and open mouth. She ran her fingers through her hair and raked her fingernails across her chest as she rode the girl's face, pushing her clit down hard onto her nose. The girl's nose, she learned, was her favorite part. That little protrusion was enough of a pleasure point for her to target, and quickly the heat in her clit was rising into her chest. She could feel the warmth of the girl's breath on her pussy and back towards her asshole, and the sensation just made her want to press down harder.
She lost herself then, completely, disappearing from her body into a black space of freedom. Earlier nothing had existed except for the room she was in and the submissive slave in front of her - now she wasn't sure that she existed at all.
She hoped would be punished for this. She hoped that Ronan would make her see how bad she had been and make her feel the pain she'd just been delivering to Red. Even as she closed her eyes now she longed for feel someone else coming up behind her and taking her arms back tightly like Red's. She wanted to stay in this place forever - lost in the heat and freedom of arousal.
Red shifted her weight below Mila and she could tell that the girl was struggling for air. Mila lifted her hips above Red's face, giving an inch of space between the girl's head and her pussy, and listened again to the girl's profuse begging, "hank oo mithreth, hank oo mithreth"
Mila's finger was on her own clit then, and the rubbed herself to orgasm with Red's melody in the background. She came with her pussy an inch above Red's open mouth, and as her body finally relaxed from the tension, she could feel the girl's tongue tracing listlessly against the outside of her lips.
Mila looked down at the redhead between her legs and could see a slight smile crinkling at the edge of Red's eyes.
***
Later, in the shower, Mila wondered what would happen next. Had she failed the test? Yes, maybe? She'd clearly shown her capabilities as a dom, but she had disobeyed a direct order. She wondered what Ronan was going to say. Or even if he'd watched the footage yet. Had he been watching live? She hoped so.
Red had thanked her profusely as she'd strapped and locked herself back into chastity. The girl was so glad she'd been given the chance to cum, and in response to Mila's worried look the sweet submissive had given her a small kiss on the cheek - an adorable and strangely intimate way to end their encounter when the girl's face had only just been buried in Mila's pussy.
She shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and running it up her legs and across her back. She tapped her phone which was waiting on the sink and saw that there was a message. Of course. It was from Ronan.
All it read was:
My office 9pm tomorrow. Be 10 minutes early. Be naked.