Small-Scale Fortune
The woman smiled at Andrea, guiding her to kneel before the leather cuffs. The glossy black material gleamed in the candlelight as she fastened the buckles, connecting them to each other. Andrea had read these before, but every time unleashed a fiery sensation within her. She delicately traced her fingertip across the engraved words on the clips.
Obedience.
Click.
Adoration.
Click.
Pleasure.
Click.
Kyrie sat on the bed, clad in a skimpy black lace teddy, barely covering her generous bust. Her eyes met Anrea's with a blend of tenderness and ardor. Andrea resisted her urge to touch Kyrie's delicate locks but knew it would disrupt the ceremony. Kyrie understood how important this ritual was to her.
A feeling of security enveloped Andrea - a sensation she had grown familiar with. It exhilirated and calmed her.
With all four cuffs attached, Andrea presented herself before Kyrie. Naked and trembling, she watched as her Mistress surveyed her body, awakening desire.
In silence, Andrea fought against her desire to fidget. She felt the warmth of Kyrie's hands tracing her body, igniting a growing excitement within her. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation, as she edged closer to the climax. Finally, she could feel Kyrie's hand on her neck, swinging a pendant collar around it.
"Repeat the words," Kyrie instructed, her voice sugary.
Andrea's heart pounded with excitement. This was her favorite part of the ritual.
"Obedience, Mistress Kyrie."
Click.
"Adoration, Mistress Kyrie."
Click.
"Pleasure, Mistress Kyrie."
A few breaths passed before Kyrie said, "Say it again, My Love."
Andrea knew this part. The last click held a promise of what was to come during the night.
"Pleasure, Mist-" she shuddered as the riding crop's hard pointed head touched her inner thigh, urging it apart. It journeyed higher until it reached her throbbing mound. "Mistress," she barely managed, "I mean - Mistress Kyrie."
Kyrie turned back the crop, stroking her lip-like tip across Andrea's engorged clitoris. Masterfully still, Kyrie halted momentarily, "Attempt again, My Love."
Andrea clutched for composure, her body flush with arousal. Striving to recall the rules she had agreed to, she muttered, "Pleasure, Mistress Kyrie."
"Yes," Kyrie whispered as she brushed her lips against Andrea's, "make sure you mean it."
Instruction compelled Andrea to increase her pace. "Pleasure, Mistress... Kyrie."
A pang of impatience seized Andrea. Kyrie's face floated before her, smiling affectionately. "Convince me," Kyrie invited.
Andrea sensed her excitement rising dangerously close to release, her body ready to shatter. She took in her Mistress' words, "After the ritual, you are allowed as much pleasure as you desire. Just not before."
Struggling to remain composed, Andreademanded,"Pleasure, Mistress... Kyrie."
Never had there been a hiatus like now. Time seemed to stand still as Kyrie's riding crop descended sharply, striking Andrea's flesh with a satisfying thud. Its leather-covered rim sent a ripple of pleasure and pain through her entire body.
Kyrie embraced Andrea, cradling her in her arms, cherishing her tender body. Changing pace, the riding crop's head tickled Andrea's entrance, readying her for the ride ahead.
"Lift up, My Darling," Kyrie whispered with devotion.
Overwhelmed, Andrea obeyed, feeling the tingling taste of pleasure hovering just beyond her grasp, almost tangible. "Mistress," she begged, "am I done? Can I cum now?"
A small laugh escaped Kyrie as she stroked Andrea's luscious back, "To be continued."
Andrea obeyed, as commanded. Inside her, her sex throbbed with anticipation as the thick shaft slowly turned and approached. It was a challenge not to lower her body as it prepared to enter. The movement was torturously slow, but she remained standing.
Suddenly, the shaft slipped into her, fitting perfectly within her body. Her only distraction was a finger on a ring around her neck and Kyrie's lips nibbling on her sensitive nipples.
The combination of sensations felt like pure agony and bliss. Andrea's legs shook from the intensity. At last, her mind cleared and she summoned the strength to speak to her Mistress, Kyrie.
"Obeying, Adoring, Loving; my Mistress Kyrie," she cried out in despair.
At the sound of her words, Kyrie halted all movements. She gazed deeply into Andrea's eyes and smiled.
"Yes. Whatever you, my precious, wish, you shall have," she replied.
Kyrie placed a kiss on Andrea's lower lip before proceeding to lower her onto the shaft, allowing pleasure to wash over her. Andrea's muscles tensed and she reached climax as the shaft slid in.
In a gentle embrace, Kyrie held her, stroking her hair and tenderly kissing her neck. Then, twisting the riding crop slowly, Andrea was left gasping for breath and unable to fight the euphoria any longer.
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