The Gingerbread House

Best Served Cold

As the city lights slowly receded in the rear-view mirror, glittering like a thousand tiny stars in the night sky, Morgan Nahas could not help but reflect on how quickly things changed as she made her way home, the roads winding their way into the quiet neighborhoods surrounding that busy core cast in almost impenetrable shadows and highlighted only by the glowing pools of overhead streetlamps and the harsh beams of her car’s headlights. It was almost hard to believe that November was nearly half way gone already when it seemed like just yesterday it had been Halloween but, as if cut by a knife, the pumpkins and skeletons and costume parties had disappeared to be slowly but surely replaced by the signs of the approaching Christmas season. More than that though, the evenings were growing colder and darker as the grip of winter slowly tightened and it would not be long now before the first snows fell. And yet, as much as she did not like the cold, the coffee-colored woman could not say that she minded all that much. Winter had also always brought with it the warm memories of cuddling up naked under the blankets with Alexis, sleeping in late on snowy mornings or huddled up by the fireplace drinking spiced cider on cold nights.

That such activities had usually also served as a prelude for making love certainly didn’t hurt either and this year she was very much looking forward to sharing those simple pleasures with Zoe as well. Unbidden a smile curled her lips as she thought of the tattooed brunette and the unexpected place she had carved out at their sides. Truth be told, Morgan had been more than satisfied with the direction that her life had taken before meeting the artist. Happy in a way that would have seemed impossible to her once upon a time and she knew that she owed that happiness almost entirely to the people whom she was fortunate enough to share that life with. She loved Alexis fiercely of course, her girlfriend had stood beside her through thick and thin, offering both unconditional support during the difficult years of her transition and bringing a seemingly endless enthusiasm to their mutual exploration of BDSM together.

Indeed, more than once it seemed as if she owed her life, her sanity and most certainly her joy to the busty, auburn-haired woman. And yet, despite all of that history there was just something so utterly captivating about Zoe that she had ensnared the both of them without even trying. There was no denying that the curvy brunette was beautiful of course, her lush features and pale skin lending an utterly exotic air to the myriad tattoos and piercings she bore, but she was more than that. She was also undeniably talented, as demonstrated again and again when she’d transformed Alexis into a living work of art, and so incredibly passionate about what she did that it was almost infectious. And yet even that was contrasted by an odd and yet adorable shyness that at times seemed to war with her boldness. A combination that lent the artist an almost enigmatic aura that was only enhanced by her ability to pivot on a dime between utterly submissive and incredibly dominant at a moment’s notice. So much so that even Morgan herself had been shocked at first, finding it difficult to reconcile the woman who had so nervously yet eagerly submitted to the ropes with the same creature who had so thoroughly dominated her when given the chance. A transformation that had been as unexpected as it was utterly captivating.

Then again, given the brunette’s bold and unconventional style perhaps that should not have been such a surprise. Zoe Sharpe was a shockingly complex person and that, more than anything, is what made her so special. The faintest of blushes suddenly rising on her cheeks as phantom sensations seemed to caress her dusky skin, the ghostly memories of the artist’s incredible passion given form, Morgan bit her lip to suppress a moan only to wince just as quickly as the sudden stirring in her loins made her acuity aware of the chastity device still locked firmly around her member as it squeezed her erection back down. Clenching the steering wheel between long, thin fingers and forcing her eyes to remain fixed on the road ahead, the coffee-colored woman took a breath to try and calm herself down. Above and beyond anything else she had ever endured as she explored her own submissive nature, the cage she was wearing was perhaps the most intense thing she had ever experienced. More intense that being mummified into utter helplessness, more intense that having her mouth stuffed and her throat used, more intense even than the first time she’d experienced a urethral sound and its utterly alien pleasure. A fact that brought another blush to her already dark cheeks and made her wince again as her cock throbbed in its confinement. Truth be told she both loved the way the device controlled her body, and hated the way it denied her and left her feeling nothing but the smooth embrace of cold steel no matter what she did. Even worse she had been held like this for more than two weeks now and some days it was almost impossible to concentrate on anything else.

It had all started innocuously enough when Zoe had almost innocently suggested the three of them attend a Halloween party she knew of, though that had quickly proven itself to be little more than an excuse to dress up in ridiculously scanty costumes and explore a fetish club together. A new experience to be sure and one that, at the time, had made Morgan feel rather nervous as she’d never really shared her girlfriends’ enthusiasm for baring their bodies to the world, proud though she was of who she was and who she had managed to become. And yet, the appreciative glances and lust filled stares they had received while prowling the dance floor and practically grinding against each other to the beat had been such an incredible turn on that, for the first time, the coffee-colored woman understood the appeal of exhibitionism. Of course, while that had made it a fascinatingly unique and immensely pleasurable adventure, that night had certainly taken some other, unexpected turns.

The sights, the sounds, the compliments they had received and the truly exotic people on display, all of it had been incredible. But then, the moment came in which everything had changed and her girlfriends had turned the tables on her. Suddenly, Morgan had found herself the one bound and gagged and utterly under their control, a moment that had only grown more intense when she’d found herself led into a dark corner and tucked out of sight as Zoe’s silky soft lips wrapped around her cock and took her to the very edge of pleasure, holding her there with precise and cruel skill for what felt like an eternity before she had been caged on the very cusp of orgasm. As if that had not been enough, in an even more exciting twist Zoe had invited another kinky young couple they had met that evening to join in the midst of the festivities.

Even now she could not help but squirm in her seat as she remembered the pair sitting with them in that booth, the show on stage forgotten as Lily’s lips found her own, silencing her quiet pleas to cum with deep and desperate kisses while Victoria’s hands and mouth claimed Alexis’ helpless body. That alone would have been enough to make it a night she would never forget, but as a final act the artist had gone so far as to propose that their new friends spend the night in their bed. A suggestion that the young couple had accepted with unexpected enthusiasm. Words failed her and, unbidden, Morgan felt her blush darken uncontrollably once more as she recalled the rest of that night, the details forever burned into her mind. Being led back to the car on a leash and driven home, still bound and gagged and throbbing with need. Being caged and controlled while four different women took theirs turns using her while still denying her release at every turn until she’d been left writhing in her bonds, pleading into her gag. Even in the moment in which she had finally been freed and given control once again, allowed to repay her lovers for their oh so tender affections in turn, her cock had remained firmly under lock and key, much to Zoe’s clear amusement no matter how much she had punished the brunette.

It had been a juxtaposition of sensations that she still had trouble putting into words, but that night had been something special indeed. Another wince tugged at Morgan’s features then as the cage once again grew unbearably tight for the briefest of moments. It was not her first experience with chastity of course, she’s spent the night locked away from time to time during certain games she’d played with her girlfriends, games that she had secretly found very exciting indeed, but never before had she worn a device that fit her as perfectly as the beautifully engraved and mirror polished stainless steel that currently imprisoned her loins. Zoe must have had it custom made and while she did not like to think about how much that must have cost, the coffee-colored woman was honestly more than a little turned on by the realization. Just how long had the artist been planning this particular game? And, more importantly, just how long did the tattooed brunette plan to keep her like this?

That night in the theater there had been idle teasing about leaving her caged for the entire month, and while that had also turned her on more than she cared to admit, as the days turned into weeks some part of Morgan began to wonder if that had been less of a playful threat and more of a simple statement of fact. For the third time in what felt like as many minutes the chastity cage seemed to constrict painfully around her throbbing cock, her already aching balls tightening as her body cried out for release only to once again be left disappointed. Truth be told she could not remember ever being this horny before in her entire life and without the option to even masturbate to relieve the tension the experience was both maddeningly intense and curiously arousing in and of itself. Which of course only made it worse, or better depending on your perspective. Closing her eyes, the coffee-colored woman took a deep breath and once again adjusted her position in the driver’s seat, regretting that she had neglected to wear a bra today as her nipples presented themselves proudly through the thin material of her blouse, and allowed a hand to slowly slip down the smooth expanse of her stomach and settle in her lap. Although well hidden by the dark material of her slacks, she could just make out the faint outlines of the cold steel tucked between her legs, another throb of sympathy tugging at her loins as if her body longed to be touched only to be frustrated by the prison locked onto her hot, aching flesh. It was almost impossible to imagine just how much more intense the experience would be at the end of the month and for a brief moment Morgan wondered what it might be like to be held in chastity for months or even years at a time.

Biting her lip to suppress another moan, the coffee-colored forced her attention back to the road. She was almost home and there would be time enough to daydream later. Thankfully traffic was light at this hour or else her distraction might have proven… unfortunate rather than merely embarrassing, though the realization of just how late it actually was made Morgan keenly aware of just how tired she felt. While she honestly loved her work, the amalgam of art underlined by science that was architecture appealing to both her meticulous nature and creative soul, hours spent pouring over invoices and reviewing blueprints could be a grating experience at the best of times. It was worth it though, that sense of satisfaction that came from watching a project slowly take form, the sheer joy of ideas blooming as they transitioned from ink and paper to glass and steel like nothing else in the world. To say nothing of the sense of accomplishment that came from knowing that you had played a hand, no matter how small, in that wonder. And who knew, maybe someday she would be able to climb to the lofty heights of project lead herself, to look out at the city’s skyline and know that one of those buildings was hers. Her name, immortalized in brick and stone. An idle fancy perhaps, but one that still brought a smile to the coffee-colored woman’s face as she tried to imagine what that might feel like. And so, she allowed herself a moment to indulge as she finished her drive home, completing the well-worn trek with little fanfare and letting out an honest sigh of relief as the equally familiar sight of the little house she shared with Alexis came into view. The squat and yet inviting structure practically beckoning her in with silent promises of a warm meal, a soft bed and, most tempting of all, the tender and welcoming embrace of someone she loved will all her heart.

Exhaustion and frustration both forgotten as she pulled into the driveway, silently killing the engine with a flick of the wrist, Morgan leaned back in her seat and let out another quiet sigh before closing her eyes and indulging in a brief moment of rest. Eventually though she roused herself, the gentle glow of lights shining from behind the front curtains tempting her inside, and unfastened her seat belt before climbing out of her car.

Even before her feet touched the pavement however a sudden burst of cold air cut through her clothes like a knife, prompting the coffee-colored woman to pull her suit coat even tighter about her shoulders and regret the fact that she had both left her blouse partially unbuttoned to show off a hint of cleavage, modest though it was, and had opted for open toed shoes that morning. Still, even as a shiver wracked her lanky frame and goosebumps arose across dusky skin, she braced herself and pressed on, somewhat awkwardly grabbing her briefcase out of the back seat and slamming the door shut before setting off down the walk as fast as her modestly high heels would allow. Despite that limitation her long-legged strides still ate up the distance quickly and, in the space of a few moments, she found herself rushing up the front steps two at a time.

Darting up onto the modest little veranda that made up the front of her house, glad to have at least some protections from the winds as she fumbled with her keys and unlocked the deadbolt, Morgan slipped inside as quietly as the could, shutting the front door behind her with nary a whisper. Although the interior was only dimly lit, it still felt almost blinding, compared to the utter darkness outside but as soon as her vision cleared the first thing that the coffee-colored woman noticed was the sudden wave of heat that seemed to envelop her body and leech the cold from her bones. A sensation that left her somewhat clammy skin feeling almost uncomfortably hot for a moment or two. And yet, at the same time, she could not help but luxuriate in the feeling, the tension that had been building in her muscles as her body tried to brace itself against the chill of a November evening slowly loosening bit by bit as she relaxed.

The second thing that she noticed was just how empty the living room was. Perhaps it was silly, but some part of her, the romantic part perhaps, had hoped to find her girlfriend waiting for her. To cross the threshold after a long day and see the redhead’s familiar form sprawled out on the couch in a deliberately sensual pose, an equally familiar spark of desire burning in those brilliant blue-gray eyes as she looked up at her mistress. But there was nothing. The lamp in the window had been left on like a beacon, but the television was off, the quilt spread over the back of the couch neatly made and the coffee table had been cleared of the detritus that often gathered there as if no one had stepped into this space all day.

Shaking her head ever so slightly to clear away those thoughts, well aware that someone had to be home, Morgan stepped away from the door and set her briefcase down on the table before calling out, “I’m home!”

For what felt like an eternity there was no answer, an eerie and almost echoing silence reverberating through the walls as her call faded, stretching the moment out thinner and thinner until Morgan actually began to fear that something was wrong. Then the moment broke, just as suddenly as it had begun when the sharp and rhythmic clicking of stiletto heels against tile reverberated from the direction of the kitchen, announcing the approach of someone. Almost despite herself the coffee-colored woman wet her lips, heart racing in anticipation as she wondered just what she was about to see. There were vanishingly few reasons to wear shoes like that at home after all, and all those were quite fun for lack of a better word.

Thankfully for her heart she did not have to wait long before Alexis’ curvy form practically sauntered into view. And what a view it was. Even in the depths of winter the woman’s skin retained a healthy bronze glow, a look only enhanced by the intricate patterns of ink woven across her entire body and the piercings that both hung from her ears and decorated her face. Moreover a great deal of that body and its lush curves were on full display as, other than the towering high heels strapped onto her feet, the redhead had opted to don a bodysuit made of dark, skin-tight cloth. So tight in fact that it was clear there was nothing between it and the enticing figure beneath. It was, on closer inspection, an outfit that Morgan had never actually seen her girlfriend wear before, but even so she could not help but admit that it suited her lover perfectly despite its odd cut.

Strangely the suit possessed both long sleeves and a turtleneck that covered the shapely woman’s chest completely, save for a cutout that offered a tantalizing glimpse of the generous cleavage hidden beneath, but in sharp contrast the hips were cut so high that the seams actually arched up to her ribs leaving huge swathes of a toned and tattooed stomach exposed while reducing the bottom half of the outfit to little more than a thin strip of material running between long and shapely legs. Of course she had seen her girlfriend wearing far less many, many times before but something about this way this particular ensemble clung to her body, rippling with every movement and drawing the eye to the sway of her generous hips as she walked, was absolutely irresistible. When combined with the positively sultry smile curling those full lips Morgan felt a familiar blush return to her cheeks while an equally familiar throb in her loins made her curse the chastity cage for what felt like the thousandth time.

Although her expression did not change, a glint of something seemed to flash in Alexis’ eyes as she took in the slight shift in her lover’s expression. Still smiling she placed a hand on her side and cocked her hips into an invitingly sensuous pose, voice dropping into a low and luscious purr, “Welcome home, mistress.”

Between the woman’s deliberately sultry tone and the outfit she was wearing Morgan felt something almost animalistic well up inside of her, a sudden and overwhelming desire to take the redhead into her arms and claim her in every way that mattered. Very nearly growling in a potent mix of desire and frustration, the coffee-colored woman practically strode across the room without a word and pulled her girlfriend into a fierce and possessive embrace, much to her surprise. One hand weaving its way into silky, auburn hair to hold her head in place while the other trailed down her back to cup her mostly bare ass, the coffee-colored woman practically crushed their lips together in a fierce and domineering kiss, heat rising in her core as she felt the other woman shudder in her grasp. Alexis offered the pretext of resistance, but almost instantly the tattooed redhead gave in, leaning into that kiss as she threw her arms around the taller woman’s neck and leaned against her lanky form. A feat made simpler by the fact that her heels brought them to nearly the same height. Closing her eyes, and opening her mouth, the tattooed woman moaned deeply, silently begging for more as she lost herself in Morgan’s passion. A fact that made the androgynous woman grin in triumph and eagerly accept the unspoken invitation, tightening her grip and reveling in the feeling of that gorgeously curved body practically grinding against her own as she snaked her tongue deep into that warm and willing mouth. Of course, even with all of those positively delightful distractions, Morgan knew that her girlfriend was up to something. While there was no doubt that Alexis was a deeply passionate and deeply sensual person, and it was far from unusual for the redhead to greet her lover so enthusiastically after a long day, there was something about the way she held herself and the way she spoke, the almost deliberately teasing cast to her voice that made the coffee-colored woman take note. While her girlfriend might not have a dominant bone in her entire body, at the same time her intensely submissive nature made her more than happy to play a role in someone else’s game. A lesson that Morgan had learned not so long ago as evidenced by the stainless steel cage currently imprisoning her cock.

Still, two could play at that game and so when she finally broke the kiss with a faintly audible pop, lips twitching into a smirk at the way her girlfriend actually whined softly at the loss of contact, Morgan allowed her own voice to drop into a teasing whisper, “Perhaps I should work late more often if this is the sort of greeting I can expect.”

Gasping sharply when the hand that had been vigorously fondling her ass suddenly gave her backside a playful smack, only to moan when slender fingers began to trail up her back, tracing the intricate patterns of her tattoos with loving care, Alexis wet her lips as she leaned against her mistress’s body, “I just… I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised then.” Morgan practically purred, a trace of amusement coloring her tone as she leaned in even closer to brush their lips together for a second time, “Especially after seeing you in that outfit.”

“Do you like it?” Alexis managed, a tiny whimper echoing in her throat as she tried to steal another kiss only to find herself held firm by the hand woven in her hair.

Smiling gently, if a touch triumphantly, Morgan loosened her grip and trailed her fingers along her girlfriend’s jaw before cupping her chin while continuing to explore the colorful mosaic etched into her back, “I love it.” As if to emphasize the point the coffee-colored woman forced their eyes to meet and allowed her lips to quirk into an almost teasing smirk, “So now that you’ve surprised me, what else do you have planned?”

“I…” Alexis began, the faintest of blushes rising on her cheeks and a shiver wracking her generously curved frame as she leaned into the slightly taller woman’s touch, clearly having lost what little control of the situation she’d had, “Nothing really, mistress. It’s just, you’ve been working so hard lately. I wanted to help you relax.”

While some part of Morgan wanted to point out that relaxation was the last thing her lover’s choice in clothing suggested, she continued to play along. Tilting her head ever so slightly as if acknowledging the point, the coffee-colored woman grinned and stole one last kiss before allowing her hands to drop away from the redhead’s body, much to her clear disappointment, “It has been a rather trying day, and I’ve always found your touch very soothing.”

Alexis blinked almost owlishly, clearly taken off guard by that sudden shift in tone and almost whimpering at the way those questing hands had suddenly fallen away from her body, but even as her legs trembled the woman managed to rally. Still blushing fiercely she drew herself up as best she could and, smiling in a way that showed off the studs pierced through her dimples and made the light catch her nose ring, the redhead reached out and gently slipped the suit coat from Morgan’s shoulders. Hands trembling ever so slightly in suppressed excitement, and biting her lip as her eyes roamed over her lover’s slender torso and the obvious fact that she was not wearing a bra beneath that thin blouse, the tattooed woman carefully folded that dark cloth and set it aside with almost gentle reverence. Licking her lips she reached out to take those strong shoulders in hand, allowing herself to revel in this rare moment of control to simply explore her mistress’s body, fingers gliding along the edges of her collar bones and down the sensitive skin between her breasts, before finally moving to unbutton her shirt one fastener at a time, breath quickening ever so slightly as more and more of the taller woman’s smoothly toned stomach was revealed.

And yet, even as she caressed her lover’s skin, fingernails just grazing along the edges of her navel and eliciting a tiny shiver of her own, Alexis slowly drew her eyes back up the coffee-colored woman’s body until her gaze fell upon the thin leather choker circling that elegant throat and the tiny silver ankh dangling from it. A sharp contrast to the simple necklaces that she usually wore and a sight that made the heavily tattooed woman smile as she reached up to touch it. A gesture that, in turn, prompted the taller figure to smile even as the faintest of blushes rose on her cheeks. Truth be told Morgan had always adored chokers and loved the way they looked, but for the longest time she had been reluctant to wear them. At first out of a fear that they would draw attention to her Adam’s apple and reveal her true nature, but even after she’d stopped feeling uncomfortable in her own skin it had simply remained an ingrained habit. However, now that she had been given the chance to explore her own submissive side more thoroughly the simple act of wearing a choker had taken on new meaning. The symbolism of not only wearing a collar, but of effectively collaring herself every morning a lure too incredibly exciting to refuse. Not that she had much time to muse on that particular truth before the hands that had been caressing her throat suddenly returned to her shoulders and the coffee-colored woman found herself guided down on the couch.

Clearly growing more comfortable to be in a dominant position, Alexis moved to straddle her mistress’s lap, rolling her own shoulders back and arching her spine to offer a generous view of her impressive bust before throwing her arms around Morgan’s neck once again and drawing their lips together. Tentatively at first, but with slowly growing vigor as it became apparent that the other woman would not resist, at least not yet. Practically trembling with excitement the tattooed redhead began to work her way down, first pressing a kiss to the coffee-colored woman’s pulse and nipping almost hard enough to leave a mark before hastily pushing the lapels of her blouse aside to fully bare her torso and expose slight breasts capped with rock hard nipples to the night air. Clever fingers cupped those delicate mounds then, the curvy woman’s mouth tracing a line of fire along soft, mocha skin as she worked and soon enough Morgan found herself moaning in absolute delight, eyes closed and head tilted back in a silent invitation of her own as she bit her lip to try and remain silent. It was a losing proposition though and with each kiss her body seemed to practically quake with desire, the throbbing between her legs growing almost unbearable as her girlfriend worked lower and lower and lower. Finally, soft lips brushed against the slender curve of her hip and a pierced tongue began to caress the ridges of her abdominal muscles one by one and the coffee-colored woman was utterly lost. And yet it was at that moment that Alexis stopped as suddenly as she had begun, pulling back just enough to break contact and flashed her mistress an almost teasing smile at the groan of protest that followed before sliding down onto the floor with sinuous grace. With barely a pause the redhead drew herself up onto her knees, the smile still curling her lips turning lascivious as she tilted her head to meet her mistress’s eyes while taking hold of the woman’s knees to force her legs apart. The heat still lingering in the air having nothing to do with the furnace, the heavily tattooed figure allowed her hands to slide up her mistress’s sensitive thighs, taut muscles trembling beneath her touch as she leaned in so close that her head was practically resting in the taller woman’s lap. It was only then that she finally unzipped Morgan’s slacks and, in one surprisingly smooth motion, unlimbered her tightly caged cock.

Despite expecting something like this, the coffee-colored woman still gasped in surprise at the almost shocking sensation of cool air rushing over her heated flesh only to moan in aching desperation when a delicate hand cupped her swollen balls and began to massage gently. Biting her lip Morgan felt her stomach muscles tighten and her thighs tense, fingers practically digging into the thick material of the couch cushions as Alexis began to tease her in earnest, the tips of the redhead’s polished nails digging into smoothly shaved skin in an agonizingly pleasant and achingly familiar fashion. Grinning a bit at that reaction, the tattooed woman pressed on, using her free hand to begin exploring the cage itself as she worked, tracing the intricately engraved details decorating the stainless steel tube imprisoning her mistress’s loins and probing the tiny slit in the tip as if searching for a weak point. Finding none the redhead instead pressed her lips to the slender brass padlock sealing it in place before taking the entire thing into her mouth, head bobbing up and down ever so slightly as she gave the coffee-colored woman a faux blowjob. It was such an incongruent and unexpected gesture that for a long moment Morgan could do nothing but stare before slowly losing herself in the tortuously pleasurable ache of her girlfriend’s touch, hot breath teasing throbbing flesh despite the fact that the woman trapped beneath that hard steel could feel nothing of the silky lips that enveloped her. A shuddering groan of frustrated arousal followed as Alexis squeezed playfully before removing her lips and allowing that wickedly pierced tongue of hers to work its was downwards and softly graze tender skin in a maddeningly soft caress

“My poor, poor mistress.” she practically crooned as she pressed a kiss to the woman’s aching balls, “You must be so pent up. If only there was something I could do.”

Perhaps she had lost herself just a bit too thoroughly in her role, perhaps she had underestimated just how effective her teasing had been, or perhaps her mistress had simply reached the breaking point but whatever the case Alexis was completely caught off guard when Morgan suddenly shot upright, fire practically blazing in those dark eyes of hers as she roughly took hold of the redhead’s hair with one hand while grabbing her chin with the other. Smile fading into a look of shock even as a familiar ember of arousal ignited in her core, the heavily tattooed woman could do nothing but obey as she was pulled up off her knees and back into her lover’s lap, whatever protest she might have mustered instantly silenced by the hard and undeniably possessive kiss that followed. Moaning in abject surrender as an insistent tongue practically burrowed its way into her mouth and down her throat, shivering in delight as the hand that had been cupping her chin trailed down her chest to take hold of a breast instead, she felt herself go limp as she practically melted against her mistress’s androgynous frame and gave herself over to the coffee-colored woman’s passions once more, smooth mocha skin like silken fire against her own as she squirmed in delight.

Grinning almost triumphantly as she took an eager nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching hard enough to elicit a quite cry before playing with the stud pierced through it, Morgan broke the kiss with an audible pop and tightened her grip on that brilliantly auburn hair, “My turn.”

Even if Alexis had been capable of speech at that moment there would have been no chance to reply as, without pause or ceremony, her mistress suddenly stood up and, without even bothering to fix her clothes, practically drug the redhead down the hall and into the bedroom with barely a pause to switch the lamp on and bathe the space in soft orange light. That out of the way the tattooed woman then found herself tossed onto the bed in a similarly brusque fashion, the springs groaning beneath her weight as she bounced once and then twice before finally settling into the mattress’s familiar and comfortable embrace. Not that she had much time to catch her bearings, or dwell on how much the rough treatment turned her on, before Morgan was upon her, the coffee-colored woman practically leaping up into the bed herself to straddle her lover’s waist and capture those full lips in another kiss that was somehow even more intense than the last, and certainly far hungrier. Craning her neck and arching her back invitingly, Alexis practically writhed against her mistress’s slender body as she opened her mouth and once more eagerly gave herself over to the explorations of a questing tongue. However, when she tried to throw her arms around the other woman’s back and hold her close, strong hands suddenly gripped her wrists and wrenched them up over her head, pinning her in place even more thoroughly. Moaning in delight at her own helplessness, pierced nipples proudly presenting themselves through the thin materials of her bodysuit, the redhead began to struggle playfully against that iron hard grip only to gasp in surprise when, in response, her mistress seemed to pull away without letting go before stretching her out wide and pinning her arms to the corners of the bed. Before she could even begin to react to that, Morgan moved to tighten a set of conveniently placed leather cuffs around her plaything’s wrists, swiftly locking her to the headboard and leaving her splayed out in an utterly inescapable spread eagle. Or at least half of one. A familiar position to be sure, but one that never failed to excite and one that usually prefaced far more… intense things to come.

Satisfied with her work Morgan finally pulled away completely, leaned back to sit on her girlfriends hips and pin her legs down as she grinned at the sight of Alexis’ utterly enticing and completely helpless form laid out before her, “Enjoying yourself, pet?”

Practically writhing against her bonds and making her mostly unrestrained breasts sway in a tantalizingly inviting manner, Alexis tentatively wet her lips, the soft glint of a tongue stud just visible as she nodded, “Yes, mistress.”

“Good girl.” Morgan practically purred, voice rich and husky with desire and eyes glued to the motion of her pet’s chest as she allowed a hand to trail along the redhead’s jaw, eliciting a quite whimper of delight. Taking hold of the bodysuit’s surprisingly high collar, she then tugged the material down to expose the intricate patterns tattooed onto the woman’s throat, “Now, why don’t we make you a little less comfortable?”

With those words hanging heavily in the air between them, and a shiver of anticipation racing up Alexis’ spine, Morgan allowed herself a long moment to simply drink in the sight before her, utterly heedless of her own disheveled state as she gently traced the bound woman’s tattoos. Especially the dark band circling her throat just above the base of her neck with a stylized keyhole set into the front. A faux collar of sorts and a symbol of utter submission that the redhead carried with her wherever she went. A fond smile tugging at her lips almost despite herself, the coffee-colored woman’s hands lingered there for a heartbeat or two before her fingers finally began to drift down the contours of her plaything’s chest, drawing a soft and utterly sensual moan from that captive throat as she worked. With a tender affection that seemed almost out of place given their current position, Morgan gently explored the curves of her girlfriend's breasts, reveling in the almost velvety feeling of the cloth sheathing the bound figure’s chest, and teasing all of her most sensitive spots with long familiar precision. Despite the obvious arousal darkening her already bronze skin, Alexis giggled softly beneath that touch but it soon became apparent that her mistress was growing impatient.

Sliding a finger between those generous mounds to tease even more delicate skin, Morgan almost growled again as she slipped her thumbs beneath the seams of the tattooed woman’s bodysuit and stretched the cutout that exposed a generous swatch of cleavage as hard as she could, very nearly tearing the material in her eagerness, to fully expose the bosom that it had been struggling so mightily to contain all night. While her girlfriend gasped at the sudden turn of aggression, and pouted just a bit at the rough treatment of her new outfit, soon enough that gasp became a moan when strong but slender hands cupped her breasts and squeezed in all the ways that she absolutely loved. Eyes hooded with pleasure, the redhead arched her back even more sharply and resumed her struggles, writhing sensuously as she eagerly pressed against her mistress’s achingly skilled hands, luxuriating in the sensation of clever fingers kneading her tits with almost reverent intensity. As if the androgynous woman perched above her was trying to sear this moment into both of their minds. A task that she was succeeding at admirably truth be told, but that had always been one of Morgan’s greatest strengths as a lover. Beyond her beauty or her creativity or even her ability to make her partners feel loved, the woman had always had a seemingly magical gift for making every moment, no matter how well worn or mundane it may be, feel exciting and new all over again.

Not that Alexis had much time to muse on the nature of their relationship, or just how much she loved the exotically beautiful creature who had claimed her heart so long ago, before the grip on her chest tightened and a pair of silken lips took one of her nipples into a warm and eager embrace. Grinning almost triumphantly at the way the tattooed redhead’s helplessly splayed body seemed to shudder beneath her touch and jerk hard against her bonds, Morgan spared a heartbeat to enjoy the moment before playfully nipping at her girlfriend’s sensitive flesh, sucking gently as her tongue played with the stud pierced through the almost throbbing nipple caught between her teeth. Alexis certainly seemed to appreciate her attentions, moaning like a bitch in heat as she clenched her eyes shut and threw her head back, heat blooming in her core as she unconsciously wriggled her hips, silently pleading for those lips to touch her in even more delicate places. Not that her mistress was prepared to let her go that easily of course. Practically worshiping her girlfriend’s chest, Morgan reached up with her free hand to cup the redhead’s unoccupied breast once again, tweaking a nipple between thumb and forefinger before twisting the piercing capping it with just enough force to draw a deep and desperate cry from the helpless woman’s throat. The clashing sensations of pleasure and pain sent a shudder through the captive form beneath her as Alexis strained against the chains holding her down and bucked against her mistress’s weight. Not that it did her any good of course as the coffee-colored woman slowly worked her way down, kissing and sucking and biting and even leaving a hickey on the underside of the redhead’s left breast as a playful reminder before allowing her lips to trail down her girlfriend’s side, tongue tracing the outlines of her ribs and grazing along the edges of the stylized honeycomb-like pattern tattooed onto her stomach before finally planting a kiss on the generous curve of her hip. Despite everything Alexis found herself giggling at first, overwhelmed by the feeling of those lips trailing over sensitive skin, only to find herself gasping in surprise when Morgan suddenly slid back to kneel between her legs, spreading her thighs wide in the process, and shoving the now thoroughly soaked strip of cloth just barely covering her sex aside to expose her aching pussy to the world, the slender ring pierced through her clitoral hood glinting amid delicate pink flesh. That brief shock of cold air was almost enough to cool her ardor, but barely a heartbeat later a pair of slender fingers slid deep into her body, well trimmed nails probing her most sensitive places in a maddeningly pleasurable dance.

Smiling thinly at the deep and shuddering moan that seemed to catch in her plaything’s tattooed throat, to say nothing of the way the curvy redhead’s body seemed to clench around her, Morgan slowly began to thrust into those hot, velvety depths, “I’d almost forgotten how tight you were, pet.”

Biting her lip to suppress a groan, Alexis tried to buck her hips, desperate to ride those fingers and quench the flames that had been so expertly stoked within her, but her mistress just shifted her knees to pin her in place. Wriggling and desperate now, the redhead craned her neck to bare her throat in an unconscious display of submission, “Please, mistress!”

“And so eager.” Morgan crooned, ratcheting up the tension by brushing the trip of her thumb against her girlfriend’s clit while allowing her free hand to trail back up the squirming woman’s side with a feather soft touch, before letting her voice drop into a familiar husky purr, “I wish I had you wrapped around my cock right now.”

“Please!” Alexis practically breathed, quivering beneath her mistress’s touch, skin almost unbearably hot as she begged for more.

“But I can’t, can I?” As if to emphasize the point, Morgan twisted her fingers in a way that had never failed to drive her lover wild while drawing her thumb down to caress the woman’s swollen nether lips, “All this time, denied your touch, your heat, the most intimate of your kisses.”

Moaning in frustrated delight and squirming almost madly now, Alexis could do little more than nod, noting almost ruefully that while their sex life had remained as vigorous and intense as it had ever been, she did regret not being able to truly satisfy her mistress these last few weeks. Memories of long nights spent sucking the woman dry after a vigorous BDSM session, or being fucked to within an inch of her life while helplessly bound and thoroughly gagged making her blush. Voice barely a whisper she managed to whimper out a quiet apology, “I’m sorry, mistress.”

Withdrawing her fingers, and smirking at the cry of protest that followed, Morgan continued to massage her girlfriend’s throbbing clit while allowing a finger to spiral up a now bare breast and lazily circle a hard and eager nipple, her nails brushing against tender skin as she worked. Despite the awkwardness of the position, the coffee-colored woman then leaned down until she was practically nose to nose with Alexis, desire in her eyes and a seductive lilt in her voice as she took the tattooed redhead to the very edge and held her there, “Now pet, why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”

Even amid the haze of pleasure that threatened to swallow her whole, Alexis managed a brief look of confusion, “Mistress?”

“No need to be coy.” Morgan pressed, somehow leaning even closer to nearly brush their lips together, “Not that I’m ever disappointed to see you, especially this much of you, but don’t tell me you didn’t have something planned.”

Moaning at that almost kiss, another shiver wracked Alexis’ body, the pulsing need in her loins making it hard to concentrate on anything else. And yet, for all of her struggles the redhead knew that she could never be allowed to crest that peak without an answer, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard and tried to find the words, “I…”

“What was that, pet?” Morgan interrupted, the hint of steel underlining that velvety tone belying her amusement as she pressed the tip of her thumb against the tattooed woman’s aching clit again, “Do try and speak up.”

Crying out at the blissful sting of a thumbnail practically grinding against her most sensitive flesh, Alexis unconsciously arched her back as she clenched her eyes shut, voice strained with a deep and desperate want, “Z… Zoe!”

Hardly surprised that that particular revelation, the tiniest of smirks tugged at Morgan’s lips as she pulled back just enough to take in her plaything’s flushed cheeks, rosy skin highlighted by the glittering studs set into her dimples and the ring in her nose, “Oh? And what did a certain enchanting brunette want you to do?”

“She… She wanted to know when you got home, mistress.” Alexis began, voice dropping into a quiet and breathy moan when the pressure against her clit suddenly sharpened, “And she… she wanted me to keep you busy until she arrived.”

Rather than answer with words Morgan tilted her head to capture the woman’s lips, pinning her in place far more effectively than that chains ever could with a kiss that was somehow both tender and insistent all at once. Although momentarily caught by surprise, Alexis responded just as vigorously, moaning deep in her throat and eagerly parting her lips to allow that questing tongue back into her mouth, her body practically vibrating with excitement as her mistress slowly pressed harder and harder, silently claiming her in the best way possible. And yet, for all that her girlfriend’s eagerness awoke a familiar throb in her loins, followed by the even more familiar grip of her chastity cage, the coffee-colored woman forced herself to rein in her passions, maintaining the kiss for another heartbeat or two before reluctantly pulling back despite the way the redhead’s own pierced tongue tried to follow her. Smiling ever so slightly as her plaything pouted, full lips puckering softly as if begging for more, Morgan resisted the temptation and instead chose to flip the script again. Reaching out to open the drawer of the nightstand as quietly as she could, she selected a sizable ball gag made of bright red rubber from amid the bounty of toys hidden within and quickly shoved it between Alexis’ slightly parted lips without warning. Almost smirking at the way her lover’s eyes shot open as an expression of shock seemed to overtake her face, she pressed her advantage and shoved the gag deep into the other woman’s mouth and stretching those full lips into a marvelously sexy ‘O’ of surprise before buckling the straps down tight enough to furrow her cheeks and ensure that the toy could not work its way lose no matter how much the bound woman struggled.

Allowing herself a brief indulgence by kissing the ball now protruding from that sweet mouth, Morgan pushed herself upright to straddle her lover’s waist once again and cupped generous breasts, kneading those sensitive mounds until Alexis began to practically purr beneath her, “Then there’s no time to wait, is there pet?”

Blue-gray eyes clouded with pleasure, Alexis blinked almost lazily as if struggling to understand what her mistress had meant as she let out a confused moan, “Mmhn?”

Not that Morgan offered any further explanations, instead smiling thinly and shifting her grip to take hold of the redhead’s nipples and tug playfully at her piercings. Honestly the soft trill of pleasure that escaped her girlfriend’s gag was practically music to the coffee-colored woman’s ears as she carefully, almost delicately, massaged those delicate nubs to full hardness and left the tattooed figure practically mewling in delight. And yet, after a long moment of that playful teasing an almost cruel edge seemed to color the lanky woman’s smile as she suddenly pinched as hard as she could, eliciting a muffled shriek of surprise. Very thoroughly dragged back down to earth, Alexis twisted her shoulders as best she could, as if trying to escape, but once again her mistress was not prepared to let her go that easily. Moving slowly so that the bound woman could follow her, Morgan reached back into the nightstand and withdrew a pair of clover clamps connected by a short chain. Hardly the cruelest pair that she owned but more than hard enough to ensure that the redhead would not be able to forget their presence once in place. And indeed her eyes went wide at the sight, breath quickening in a mix of dread and anticipation as her mistress moved to snap the clamps in place one at a time drawing forth more muffled cries of protest, though underlined as they were by almost breathy moans of pleasure it was obvious that Alexis was not exactly surprised or upset by this particular turn of events. A reaction which brought a brief, if honest smile to Morgan’s face even as she looped a finger under that chain and gave the clamps a short, sharp tug. Her girlfriend didn’t exactly scream as the devices bit into her sensitive skin, indeed the shudder that wracked her frame was almost orgasmic in its intensity for all that she had not managed to cum, but whatever the case the woman was far too lost in her enjoyment of the experience to notice as her mistress slid down to the foot of the bed and cuffed her ankles in the same fashion as her wrists, completing the spread eagle and rendering her completely helpless to resist whatever might follow, and completely unable to relieve the ache still burning in her loins.

Clearly pleased with herself, or at least satisfied with her work, Morgan practically hopped off the bed and back onto her feet, high heels practically sinking into the plush carpeting as she spared a moment to admire the absolute vision of her lover struggling in her bonds. Especially the way the arch of the redhead’s back framed her bare breasts beautifully and emphasized the way her generous curves seemed to jiggle invitingly as she tried to dislodge the nipple clamps. Or how the play of shadows over her body made her already striking eyes practically blaze in the darkness and her exposed sex glisten in the dim light. While she had seen Alexis bound many times before, often in far more strenuously enticing positions than this, something about the sight still seemed to awaken the coffee-colored woman. A pulse of pure want shooting through her veins as desire clouded her vision so thickly that only the familiar sensation of the chastity cage squeezing her erection back down prevented her from losing herself completely. Wincing just a bit, even if the feeling was not truly painful, Morgan shook her head to clear it and forced herself to turn away from the bed. Kicking off her shoes and finishing the process of stripping off her clothes as she walked over to the closet, the lanky woman found the tiniest of smiles curling her lips as the irony of the situation began to truly sink in. For all that she stood collared and caged, as if she were the slave in this relationship, something about the experience had only seemed to fuel her desire to dominate her lovers. The paradox of being controlled and denied by those she loved and trusted inspiring her to all new heights of creativity in the bedroom. Something that a certain heavily tattooed redhead could attest as she strained against the chains holding her down, fighting her bonds half playfully and half desperately as she moaned into her gag. And something that a certain feisty brunette would hopefully get to experience for herself soon enough.

Shaking her head and biting her lip to stifle a laugh, Morgan opened the closet, the same closet that Zoe had spent the night bound and gagged within more than once, and grabbed one of the robes hanging there. Throwing the garment of darkly patterned cloth over her shoulders in one smooth motion, the hem barely falling to mid-thigh to show off her long legs, the coffee-colored woman could not help but let out a tiny sigh of pleasure. As always the silken material felt almost decadently pleasant against her skin and she allowed herself a moment to revel in the sensation as she loosely knotted the sash to leave what cleavage she possessed, along with a generous swath of her toned stomach, exposed and padded back to the bed.

Leaning down to run a hand through Alexis’ rich auburn hair, prompting the woman to stop struggling almost instantly as she looked up to meet her mistress’s eyes, Morgan smiled softly as she stroked her lover’s scalp, “Don’t worry pet, I’ll be back soon. And, with luck, I’ll be bringing you a friend.”

Tilting her head to lean into her mistress’s touch like an over-eager cat seeking affection, Alexis murmured into her gag, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”

Smiling briefly, Morgan indulged the redhead for a heartbeat or two, allowing slender fingers to card through her hair while pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Do be a good girl and stay put, won’t you pet?”

Alexis actually groaned at that rather poor joke, and idly tugged at the cuffs binding her limbs for emphasis, but even so the corners of her lips turned up ever so slightly around her gag as she nodded, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”

“Good girl.” Morgan purred softly, stroking her lover’s cheek with one hand while she pressed a soft kiss to her lower lip, “Such a good girl.”

Even in her current position Alexis seemed to preen beneath that praise and murmur a quiet thank you, but Morgan said nothing. Instead the coffee-colored woman just smiled, the faintest touch of cruelty in her expression, and playfully swatted at the clamps still adorning her girlfriend’s nipples as she stood, eliciting a quiet cry of shock and prompting the bound figure to resume her struggles. Still smiling, the lanky figure turned away and began to casually stride out of the room and back into the hall, the shadows practically swallowing her whole as she crossed the threshold and stepped beyond the reach of flickering lamplight. Still, despite the outward display of confidence she spent a long moment pondering her next move before finally shrugging her shoulders and heading for the kitchen. After the day she’d had she could use a good stiff drink, or at least a strong cup of coffee. However, to her delight, as she rounded the corner and stepped onto the cool tile floor she discovered that Alexis had apparently left the kettle on. Perhaps she had anticipated an especially long night, or maybe she’d needed something to keep the cold at bay given her rather scant clothing, but whatever the case Morgan found herself smiling as she padded across the cool tile floor to find a mug.

On a whim she decided to make herself a cup of hot chocolate rather than something a bit more common, it felt appropriate given the season after all, and after a moment’s hesitation fortified the dark brew with a touch of peppermint schnapps. Taking a deep breath of that heavenly scent, the coffee-colored woman leaned back against the counter and took an experimental sip, the explosion of flavor pouring over her tongue and the warmth that seemed to take root in her chest suffusing her body and prompting her to close her eyes and let out a deep and satisfied sigh. And yet, even as the found herself reveling in the unexpectedly quiet moment that followed she could not help but wonder what to do next. The night had already unfolded in ways that she had never dared to imagine and it was impossible to say how much time she had until Zoe’s arrival.

Thoughts of the brunette prompting her to smile again, fingernails idly tapping against the rim of the porcelain cup as she took another sip of the precious nectar within and tried to imagine the pale, tattooed woman’s surprise when she finally walked through the door to find her plans now thoroughly derailed. Though she supposed that did beg the question as to what those plans actually were. Alexis had offered few details, though to be fair she had not really pressed either, and it was always possible the redhead simply didn’t know. Zoe had always liked to play her cards very close to her, admittedly impressive, chest after all. Chuckling quietly, Morgan drained the last of the mug and carefully rinsed it out before quickly making her way back across the room and out into the hallway once more before veering into the living room. While she usually liked to have a plan for this sort of thing there simply wasn’t time to do much more than wing it though, as she turned off the lights, plunging the room into near complete darkness and lowered herself down into the comfortable embrace of her favorite recliner, the coffee-colored woman had to admit that spontaneity had also served her well in the past. Another of Zoe’s gifts, unintentional though it might have been.

Perhaps it was only natural, but sitting alone in the darkness with nothing but her own heartbeat for company, Morgan found her thoughts wandering as the seconds ticked by into minutes. It was almost hard to believe that Zoe had been a part of their lives for less than a year, if one did not count the months she’d spend tattooing Alexis’ helplessly bound and gagged body, though on second thought perhaps it was unfair to not count those long and exciting weeks. After all, it had been during those seemingly endless nights that everything had begun to take shape, the buzz of a tattoo gun and the scent of arousal underlining the artist’s growing fascination with her new clients and their own attraction to her in turn. It was actually something that she and Alexis had discussed many times in the twilight hours after Zoe had gone home each evening, the brunette’s flustered excitement growing more and more obvious with each passing night. And, even if the redhead had been blindfolded at the time and unable to even see the woman transforming her into a work of art, it had been almost shocking how much her girlfriend had confessed to wanting the artist in turn.

Though, if she were being honest, Morgan had felt that desire just as keenly herself. Part of her had feared they’d gone too far and scared the woman away with their forwardness on the subject, even if the feeling of her body and the sound of her voice as she’d come undone beneath the ministrations of a very skilled tongue had been utterly heavenly. And, though she’d tried to hide it, the coffee-colored woman did not think she had ever been more relieved in her entire life when she’d received that tentative call back almost two weeks later. To say nothing of all that had followed, and was still following, almost a year later. Morgan did not know what she had ever done to deserve such good fortune, but she was grateful every day to know that such incredible, beautiful women not only walked by her side and accepted her for all that she was, but had agreed to hold her heart in their gentle hands even as they offered their own hearts in turn.

Not that it would stop her from getting her revenge, of course.

Even as that thought brought a slender half smile to her face, Morgan found her musings cut unexpectedly short when the unmistakable sound of a key unlocking the front door echoed through the room with the force of a gunshot. Heart suddenly racing in her chest as she realized who that must be, the coffee-colored woman bit her lip and sat up straighter in her chair, the dark robe she was wearing and her own dusky skin practically vanishing into the shadows as she watched the knob slowly turn and the door yawn open with all the delicate care of someone trying to sneak inside. It was only then that Zoe’s shape appeared, silhouetted by the gentle glow of the porch light as she crossed the threshold and shut the door behind her with barely the creak of a hinge to announce her presence. Even if, in retrospect, it had only been a few days since they had last crossed paths Morgan still found herself almost mesmerized as she drank in the sight of her other girlfriend like a woman lost in the desert being offered water for the first time. Artfully torn jeans sheathed her legs and clung to her hips like a lover while the dark denim jacket shielding her torso from the cold could do absolutely nothing to hide the lush curves of the tattooed brunette’s body. Long hair tumbled past her shoulders like an ebony waterfall and made her pale skin seem to practically glow in the half light, the tattoos decorating her throat and just visible under her sleeves practically rippling as she moved. Even more striking, as the artist turned to face the room her low cut shirt framed her ample assets beautifully while baring an almost incredible amount of cleavage, a smirk clearly painted on those bright red lips as excitement practically gleamed within the depths of her muddy brown eyes. That was the look of a woman who most definitely had plans, and who had no idea what was actually about to happen.

However, as much as she could admire that utterly gorgeous figure all night, Morgan decided that now was as good a time as any to spring her little trap. And so, still hidden in shadows, the coffee-colored woman reached out to turn on a lamp, instantly revealing her presence and making Zoe practically stumble in surprise at the unexpected sight of her mistress waiting for her. Grin sharpening ever so slightly at the look of shock reflected on her girlfriend’s face, Morgan leaned forward just enough to allow her robe to fall open, “Well now. Fancy meeting you here, my lovely.”

A barely perceptible shiver to seemed to wrack Zoe’s frame as that positively smoldering voice washed over her like a wave and she swallowed hard to try and find her voice, eyes unconsciously darting over the sheer amount of her mistress’s bare skin that was on display, “Mistress! I… I didn’t expect you to be up so late.”

It was a thin excuse at best and the both of them knew it, but at the same time Morgan decided to play along regardless. Pushing herself up out of the chair, the coffee-colored woman practically stalked across the room until her lanky form seemed to tower over the slightly shorter brunette. A teasing smile tugging at her lips, she reached up to brush her fingers through Zoe’s long hair while leaning in almost close enough to kiss, “I’m sure you didn’t, but it looks like tonight is a night for surprises.”

Swallowing again as she looked up into her mistress’s face, drawn in as always by the woman’s handsome features and surprisingly fierce gaze, Zoe offered an almost rueful smile of her own, “I suppose there’s not much point in pleading ignorance, is there?”

“The jig is very much up.” Morgan confirmed while brushing her girlfriend’s hair back over her ear to reveal the myriad piercings hidden there and gazing deep into kohl rimmed eyes before claiming her mouth in a brief kiss, the pleasant contrast between soft flesh and the thin metal ring through her lower lip making the coffee-colored woman moan in delight, “Besides, did you really think the same trick would work twice?”

“Maybe I did.” Zoe practically breathed, a soft blush painting her pale skin as she at last allowed her arms to circle her mistress’s waist and pulled their bodies close, “Does that mean this is the part where you punish me and make me confess?”

There was a long, almost uncomfortable pause as Morgan ran the thumb of her free hand down her lover’s cheek, eliciting a tiny shiver of pleasure before taking hold of her chin and flashing an almost devilish smile, “No.”

Of all the things she had expected her mistress to say, that was most certainly not it and confusion momentarily flashed in Zoe’s eyes at that rather brusque dismissal before she found herself shivering in pleasure beneath her mistress’s touch and moaning softly as the woman’s lips silenced her with another kiss. Not that she had much time to consider, or care, as the kiss deepened almost immediately with a passion that was still shocking despite its familiarity, a skilled tongue snaking deep into her mouth to duel with her own. In the same motion the hands that had been stroking her hair and caressing her face suddenly moved to slip her jacket off of her shoulders, prompting her to reluctantly surrender her grip on her mistress’s waist to allow the garment to fall to the floor.

Despite the heat building in her chest Zoe still felt a chill, goosebumps rising on the skin of her bare arms as the rather abbreviated shirt she had chosen for the night offered little protection from the cold that had followed her in. Even though their lips remained locked together with a fiery intensity, Morgan still seemed to respond to her lover’s unexpected trembling, gentle hands stroking her arms and tracing the tattoos adorning her pale skin, fingers almost caressing that sea of dark waves broken up by colorful flowers and making the brunette tremble for a very different reason. Satisfied with that reaction, the coffee-colored woman slowly shifted her stance and allowed her hands to slip downward to take hold of Zoe’s hips, thumbs gliding under the hem of her shirt to tease the pale skin of her smooth stomach. Pleased by the way an aroused purr seemed to echo in her girlfriend’s throat, and not protesting when tattooed arms circled her neck in a loose embrace, Morgan pressed the slightly smaller woman just a bit harder to leave absolutely no doubt as to who was in charge as she slowly unbuckled the studded belt circling her lover’s waist and pushed her jeans down over shapely hips. Though she gasped softly Zoe still managed a grin and shook those hips invitingly to help her mistress work her pants down her legs before finally kicking off her shoes and stepping out of them with some difficulty until she was left with nothing but a slender, lacy thong covering her obviously damp sex, the thin material doing nothing to hide the glint of the dozen or more piercings nestled amid delicate flesh. By no means finished however, Morgan choose that moment to break the kiss, breath heavy and skin flushed, before almost growling as she took hold of her girlfriend’s shirt and practically ripped it up over her head to expose the matching bra that barely contained her ample breasts, the studs pierced through hard and eager nipples clearly on display, and the rest of her tattoos.

If Zoe was surprised by that turn of events she didn’t show it. Instead she just licked slightly swollen lips with that long, pierced tongue of hers before smirking ever so slightly at the faint wince that tugged at her mistress’s features. Placing a hand on a jauntily cocked hip and arching her back to emphasize her curves, the brunette offered an amused look even as her voice took on a teasing, faux concerned tone, “Something the matter, mistress?”

In lieu of an immediate answer Morgan took hold of the slightly shorter woman’s shoulders and whirled her around to practically slam her into the wall with an audible thud, pressing their bodies together to pin her in place before claiming her with another rough, hot kiss that actually made the brunette moan in delight. Voice low and harsh and thick with frustrated want, the coffee-colored woman took Zoe by the cheeks and forced their eyes to meet as she spoke, “Give me the key.”

“The key?” Zoe asked, still grinning despite everything and clearly turned on by her mistress’s display of dominance, “Sorry, I can’t seem to remember where I left it.”

Pressing even harder with her hips and drawing a soft yet oh so obviously aroused cry from the brunette’s tattooed throat, Morgan did not let up, “Don’t be cute.”

“I’m not cute, mistress. I’m sexy.” Zoe corrected, clearly unmoved and yet also clearly enjoying the moment far too much, “Besides, even if I did let you out of your cage, what’s in it for me?”

Chuckling despite herself, Morgan decided to shift tactics ever so slightly, loosening her grip even as she rested her chin on Zoe’s shoulder, rubbing their cheeks together as she whispered into the other woman’s ear, “Is the prospect of having your pretty brains fucked out not enough?” she paused to nip at the brunette’s earlobe, grinning at the soft gasp that followed, “Besides, I doubt you’d be so cavalier if our situations were revered. A slut like you would be begging in an hour, much less a week.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say as Zoe’s eyes suddenly lit up as if inspired, “Is that so, mistress? Then perhaps you’d be willing to make a little wager?”

Although she loved Alexis, and found the redhead’s utterly submissive nature an incredible turn on, it was in moments like this that Morgan was reminded of just why she found Zoe so utterly irresistible. Pulling back just enough to look her slave in the face, curious despite herself, the coffee-colored woman replied, “What sort of wager?”

“I’ll submit to you, utterly.” Zoe offered, a grin curling her lips, “And let you do anything you want to my helpless, naked body for one hour.” There was a brief pause to let that sink in before the woman continued, her voice little more than a seductive purr, “If you can make me beg in that time I’ll give you your keys, and gladly offer my throat to… ease your tensions.”

While that pleasant mental image was nearly enough to make her agree on the spot, her cock throbbing almost desperately in its confinement at the thought of having that marvelously deep throat wrapped around her once again, Morgan bit back her initial response. Given the way Zoe was grinning as she waited for a reply there had to be a catch of some sort and the coffee-colored woman had no intention of being taken off guard so easily, “And should I fail in this little challenge or yours?”

“Lacking confidence, mistress?” Zoe teased before shrugging, that smile still etched onto her features and a glint in her eyes, “In that case I suppose I’d have no choice but to punish you, wouldn’t I? By, say… leaving you locked up tight until Christmas?”

Even though it was posed as a question that pronouncement was still like a bucket of ice water being dumped on her libido and Morgan very nearly recoiled at the thought of spending another six weeks in chastity. And yet… And yet, the possibility of being released tonight was far too tempting to turn down. Besides, she still had a few tricks up her own metaphorical sleeves and was more than confident that she knew both of her lovers’ bodies quite well by this point. So, with only the slightest hesitation, the coffee-colored woman leaned in for a deceptively soft kiss and nodded ever so slightly, “Deal.”

If Zoe’s expression had been eager before it was positively radiant now and the woman smiled with barely constrained glee as she allowed her hands to roam down her lover’s back to cup her delightfully firm ass, “Then please don’t keep me waiting, mistress.”

“Minx.” Morgan groused, playfully, unable to keep a fond smile off her own face as she pulled her girlfriend away from the wall and gently enfolded that lush body into a loose embrace, “Come on then. Alexis has been waiting very patiently and I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you again.”

Any possible response she might have made silenced with one last kiss, Zoe suddenly found herself being led into the looming darkness of the hallway. It was a familiar enough journey of course, but even so as she leaned into the coffee-colored woman’s body to practically burrow into her warmth an equally familiar sound suddenly reached her ears. The unmistakable melody of someone struggling against their bonds underlined by the quiet rattle of chains and a soft moaning that could only be elicited by a heavy gag. Not exactly unexpected of course, but it still brought a grin to the tattooed brunette’s face and stoked the keen sense of anticipation building in her core. A smile that Morgan found herself mimicking as she guided her girlfriend around the last corner and into the bedroom itself. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim light illuminating the space, but when they did the coffee-colored woman felt herself smile far more genuinely at the sight before them. The absolute vision of Alexis’ lush body lain out helplessly on the bed exactly where she had been left, her limbs straining as she practically writhed against the cuffs holding wrists and ankles firmly in place. A sight that certainly seemed to captivate Zoe as the artist suddenly bit her lip to suppress a tiny gasp even as her rich brown eyes eagerly followed the sway of the redhead’s bare breasts and the harsh nipple clamps adorning them. Excitement? Dread? A realization of the fate that no doubt awaited her in turn? Perhaps some combination of all three? It was impossible to say and in the end Morgan decided it wasn’t really that important. Instead she simply prompted her girlfriend to walk closer, a motion which quickly drew Alexis’ attention, the bound figure ceasing her struggles momentarily as she looked up with those soulful blue eyes of hers, gaze taking in Zoe’s mostly naked form with undisguised lust before she let out a quiet moan of greeting.

Perhaps it was lingering arousal, perhaps it was excitement at seeing her sister slave in such a compromising position, or perhaps it was actually embarrassment but whatever the case Zoe blushed beneath that inspection before smiling almost wryly, “Hey Alexis, looks like things didn’t quite go like I planned.”

While the gag allowed Alexis to stifle a giggle without much difficulty, a rather bemused expression still adorned her face as she nodded, “Mnn phhnng?”

It was an amusing enough exchange, but Morgan decided that she’d waited long enough and cut off the conversation by pulling the tattooed brunette into a far more intimate embrace and nipping playfully at the ring through her lower lip, “The two of you can catch up later. Right now I believe you promised I could do whatever I wanted to your naked, helpless body.”

Zoe actually shivered as she moaned, long and low in her throat and seemed to practically melt into her mistress’s arms, a very different soft of blush painting her pale features and her eyes hooded with desire, “Yes, mistress.”

“Then we’d best get started.”

Sealing any further discussion with a kiss Morgan guided the brunette to the foot of the bed and, under Alexis’ watchful gaze, lifted the woman’s arms up over her head and shackled her wrists with a pair of leather cuffs dangling from the ceiling before shortening the chain to force her up onto her tiptoes. As promised Zoe did not resist, but she did gasp softly as she was stretched out only to bite her lip and struggle to stand motionless when her mistress dropped down to cuff her angles in the same fashion and force her legs wide with a spreader bar. Satisfied that her plaything was well and truly helpless now, Morgan lifted herself back up to her full height and flashed both of her lovers a brief smile before padding over to the dresser to collect the toy she’d need for this little game, slipping them into the pockets of her robe to try and maintain the element of surprise.

Practically stalking back into the center of the room the coffee-colored woman trailed a hand along the small of Zoe’s back, delighting in the way the bound figure trembled beneath her touch as fingers glided over the curve of her hip to tickle the sensitive skin of her stomach. Circling that helplessly suspended from with all the grace of a cat, Morgan continued to explore her girlfriend's trembling body, grinning ever so slightly as she trailed up between the tattooed woman’s breasts and under her chin, forcing her to look up and prompting her to close her eyes and part her lips in anticipation of a kiss. However, rather than claim that eager and willing mouth once again, the lanky dominatrix took the opportunity to instead jam one of the largest ball gags she owned between those silky lips, smirking at the way Zoe’s eyes suddenly went wide with shock as the toy stretched her jaws to the limit and the brunette tried to shake her head back and forth to prevent her mistress from buckling the straps down and sealing the gag in place. Of course, that only prompted Morgan to buckle them even tighter, dimpling pale cheeks and drawing a heavily muffled moan somewhere between pleasure and pain from that tightly packed mouth.

Smiling softening ever so slightly as she took in her plaything’s quiet panting and flushed skin, Morgan gently patted the woman’s cheeks and kissed the bright red rubber ball protruding from between her lips before drawing a small electronic timer from her pocket and holding it up for Zoe to see, “One hour, slut. Let the games begin.”

Eyes dilated ever so slightly from a combination of the dim lighting and her own arousal, Zoe managed a tiny nod as she shifted to try and relieve the strain on her trembling legs, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”

Morgan did not answer with words. Instead she just smiled almost teasingly as she fastened a collar around her girlfriend’s neck, the dark leather both standing out against her pale skin and blending in with her tattoos, before clipping the timer to the chrome ring now resting against the hollow of her throat. That done, the coffee-colored woman placed her hands on the brunette’s sides and once again began to explore Zoe’s enticingly helpless form. Unlike earlier, when she had teased Alexis into confessing the truth with almost frantic intensity, here she took her time. With deliberately slow and lazy grace as she caressed every inch of her lover’s skin, fingers gliding along her ribs and down over the curve of her hips before darting up the pale expanse of her stomach to tease the edges of her breasts.

While a patient woman in most cases, as befitted a tattoo artist with a keen eye and a steady hand, within the space of a moment or two Zoe was reduced to little more than a writhing, panting mess beneath that glacial and yet utterly unrelenting assault, alternating between giggling and moaning as she tried and failed to find some purchase against her bonds. Though whether that was to try and escape or try and urge her mistress on further even she could not say. And yet not once did she cry out, much less beg. After what felt like an eternity of that sweet torment, Morgan chose to move on, eliciting another gasp of surprise followed by a purr of excitement when she tugged the cups of the brunette’s bra down hard enough to free her breasts completely, those ample mounds practically wobbling with every each and every breath. A motion only emphasized by the way the bound woman arched her spine and deliberately rocked her shoulders as best she could.

Accepting the silent invitation for what it was, the coffee-colored woman struck like a viper, eagerly taking a double handful of Zoe’s tits and squeezing with obvious relish, as always reveling in just how soft and natural they felt despite the sensation of implants clearly shifting beneath her fingertips as she worked. Despite herself a surge of envy gripped her heart. Although she more than enjoyed the androgynous look she had cultivated over the years, some part of Morgan was still jealous of how utterly… talented her lovers were even if, intellectually, she knew that she very much did not have the build for such ample assets. Although, she could at least count herself lucky that her girlfriends seemed to enjoy having their breasts played with almost as much as she enjoyed playing with them. And so, a far more eager smile curling her lips at the rather enthusiastic sounds now filling the air, the lanky woman began to massage Zoe’s chest in earnest, kneading and squeezing and teasing until the bound figure was practically mewling into her gag before leaning in close to brand pale skin with her lips. For a long moment she just continued to tease the poor woman, laying a trail of kisses along the colorful ink etched into her girlfriend’s chest and nipping playful at her pulse before allowing her tongue to trace a hot path down Zoe’s sternum and between her breasts while long, slender fingers continued to fondle delicate flesh. Certainly the tattooed brunette seemed to appreciate the attention, moaning quietly as she thrust her chest out even further while the trembling of her legs, the strain on her arms and the way her breath began to quicken into increasingly ragged pants as she writhed and moaned and fought against her bonds suggesting that her mistress’s strategy was beginning to work. Morgan certainly seemed to agree, grinning almost imperceptibly as she worked before finally shifting her grip and took a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling around that sensitive nub as she began to suck gently.

If Zoe had been enjoying herself before she was positively enraptured now, clenching her eyes shut and biting down on her gag as she threw her head back and gave herself over to the sheer bliss of soft lips and a softer tongue worshiping her breasts with almost sinfully pleasurable skill. Even the sudden, if not entirely unexpected, sting of pain that followed when ivory teeth nipped at delicate flesh and tugged briefly on her piercings could not fully bring the bound woman back to earth as her mistress moved from breast to breast, kneading and teasing and caressing all the while. Of course, that also left her completely unprepared when Morgan suddenly ceased her ministrations and pulled back to snap a pair of clamps, nearly identical to the pair adorning Alexis’ own nipples, into place one by one, squeezing the brunette’s breasts with her free hand to hold that squirming body in place as she did. Pausing briefly, the coffee-colored woman gave the slender silver connecting those clamps a brief but sharp tug and nearly smirked at the way her plaything seemed to jerk in her bonds and let out a moan somewhere between pleasure and pain in response.

Brushing her hair back out of her face and cupping a cheek with surprising tenderness after that display, Morgan offered her lover a gentle but teasing smile, “There we are, my dear. Now the two of you match.”

Despite everything an honestly amused grin tugged at the corners of Zoe’s lips as she nodded only to be replaced by a wince as the sudden motion made the clamps sway and twist her nipples just enough to sent a shudder down her spine, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”

Darting in to kiss the brunette’s almost trembling lower lip, Morgan idly allowed the pad of her thumb to stroke a delicate cheekbone, careful all the while to avoid smearing her companion’s makeup while her voice dropped into a husky purr, “Don’t worry, my lovely. You know I vastly prefer pleasure to pain.”

Left unsaid of course was that that coffee-colored woman was fond of intensity in their little games and thrilled in pushing her lovers to the edge. In that regard pain and pleasure had both proven themselves very effective tools, and Morgan had proven herself most adept in wielding them. And so, shivering ever so slightly at the way her mistress’s voice seemed to caress her ear, each syllable thick with promise, Zoe tried to brace herself as best she could while dangling from her wrists but even then she could not help but gasp when the coffee-colored woman suddenly took hold of her hips and grinned almost devilishly before dropping down to her knees, lips tracing a line of fire along the pale skin of her stomach as she did. That gasp became a moan when those same lips brushed against the juncture of her thighs and hot breath caressed her damp and trembling sex before her thong was roughly shoved aside, the burst of cool air that followed almost making her shiver.

Biting her lip, Morgan spent a brief moment simply admiring her girlfriend’s curves and folds, dark eyes drinking in the sight of smooth, shaved skin and delicate pink flesh glistening with arousal, the slender ring traversing her hard and eager clit standing out sharply as did the nearly identical rings, twelve in all, that studded the lips of her labia in an almost perfectly symmetrical pattern. Taking a deep breath, the scent of the brunette’s lust washing over her and prompting another painful stirring in her loins, the coffee-colored woman leaned in to lap at those faintly swollen lips with slow and deliberate care, the sensation of those piercings passing over her tongue only enhancing the experience.

Zoe certainly seemed to approve, moaning with surprising force despite the gag stuffed into her mouth and bucking her hips against the source of her pleasure, forcing her mistress to tighten her grip to try and keep her squirming plaything still. Not that Morgan let up of course, though she did moderate her speed, slowing her pace to build tension slowly and ensure that the bound woman stayed perched upon the edge without going over. At the same time she allowed her hands to wander, long fingers taking hold of the bound woman’s delightfully curved derriere, kneading soft cheeks with ever increasing vigor as the body beneath her began to tense and the muffled moans filling the air grew increasingly desperate.

Indeed, as second stretched on into minutes Zoe found herself so lost in the pleasure of her mistress’s touch that she was not at all prepared for Morgan to suddenly stop and kiss her aching clit, tongue flicking playfully at her piercing, before shoving a sizable if thankfully well-lubricated plug up her ass. Gasping at the chill touch of the stainless steel before wincing at the sheer size of the thing and then moaning as the toy seated itself fully within her body, Zoe instinctively strained against the cuffs binding her wrists only to shudder and moan even more intensely when a pair of fingers suddenly slipped into her pussy and thrust deep to strike all of her most sensitive spots and stretch her nether lips in a way that was shockingly pleasant. However, before she could do much more than rock her hips to try and ride her mistress’s hand, another shock of cold cut through her libido like a knife as those fingers withdrew and a vibrating egg replaced them, muscles clenched tight as her vaginal walls instinctively gripped the smoothly polished metal.

And yet Morgan did not react at first, instead adjusting her girlfriend’s underwear back into place to help ensure that the plugs could not work their way lose before rising back to her full height and once more cupping Zoe’s breasts, offering the slenderest of smiles as she did, “There we are, my lovely. Something to keep you warm while you watch the show.”

Before the tattooed brunette could let out more than a curious moan the vibrator buried with her roared to life, a low and insistent buzzing spreading through her loins like fire and setting her teeth on edge. Biting down hard on her gag as she whimpered, well aware that she could never crest the peak from such soft vibrations alone, Zoe jerked hard against her bonds again, trying in vain to shift the toy into a more stimulating position but succeeding only on making the clamps dangling from her nipples sway vigorously.

“I did say I’d make you beg.” Morgan teased, that smile of her shifting into a smirk as she gave the bound woman’s breasts a playful squeeze and kissed her gently on the cheek, “And I do so try and keep my word.”

Despite that unspoken invitation Zoe resolutely refused, meeting her mistress’s gaze and biting down on her gag to remain silent, prompting Morgan to chuckle fondly at her stubbornness before turning away from her girlfriend’s beautifully stretched out and colorfully tattooed form to face the bed once again. Smirk shifting into something far more genuine as she took in Alexis’ flushed and eager expression, the redhead’s chest rising and falling invitingly as she practically panted in her excitement and her sharp blue eyes sparkling with want, the coffee-colored woman stepped close to crawl up onto the mattress until she was perched over her lover’s helpless body once again.

“Ready for your reward, pet?”

Letting out a long, low and utterly sensuous moan that only seemed to amplify the desire blazing in her eyes, Alexis nodded eagerly, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph!”

“Good girl.” Morgan whispered, cupping a flushed cheek with one hand while leaning in to brush her lips against the other woman’s gag, “Such a good girl.”

Shivering in a heady combination of anticipation and want as her mistress’s voice washed over her, Alexis could do little more than watch and try and squirm into a better position while the coffee-colored woman straightened up and settled between her legs. Backlit by the glow of the lamp, her thoroughly mussed robe doing little to hide her lanky but well toned and beautifully sculpted body, a smile suddenly adorned Morgan’s face as her hands passed over the redhead’s helpless form, long fingers once again trailing over her generous breasts and down the plane of her stomach, tickling and teasing and caressing in equal measure as she went.

Indeed the bound woman could not help but giggle at first, muffled though it was by her gag, before moaning again when those same clever hands brushed against her almost aching pussy with a feather soft and yet undeniably wonderful touch. Straining her limbs to arch her back and roll her hips as best she could, Alexis spent what felt like an eternity caught in that blissful torment before something unexpected happened. Perhaps it was her own frustrated desire at work, perhaps it was the opportunity to indulge herself in a way she had been unable to do for what felt like so long, or perhaps she just wanted to make certain Zoe had something to watch as the moaning woman hung suspended behind them. Whatever the case, Morgan felt a sudden surge of inspiration take hold as she pressed down on her girlfriend’s hips, stilling the redhead’s struggles in an instant, and thrust her own hips forward to impale the woman eager sex using the metal tube imprisoning her cock as a crude dildo. It was awkward at first to be sure, the angle was strange and while it wasn’t exactly small the chastity cage wasn’t particularly large either. Still, the coffee-colored woman had always been rather proud of her love making skills and she liked to think the old adage had some merit, that size mattered far less than how you used it and soon enough she had a workable rhythm down. Alexis certainly seemed to agree if the way the bound woman clenched her eyes and moaned in absolute ecstasy was any indication.

As the moments wore on and she thrust again and again, guided all the while by the way her girlfriend writhed and moaned beneath her, it proved to be an odd and yet exciting experience. Dominating her lovers had always been exciting of course, but what truly stood out to Morgan was the almost complete lack of any real feedback. She could hear Alexis moan and whimper beneath her touch, watch as that perfect body seemed to buck hard against the chains, hold her down each thrust, and even feel tightly corded muscle tremble beneath her hands with practically every breath, but beyond that there was nothing. Not the familiar heat of her girlfriend’s body, not the velvety softness of the woman’s inner walls holding her tight, and certainly not the utterly intoxicating pleasure of vaginal muscles clenching and pulsing around her as she worked. No, the only thing she felt was the tight and inescapable grip of the stainless steel imprisoning her member squeezing her like a vice as the arousal swirling and pulsing in her veins tugged at her flesh again and again. And yet even the pain could not mitigate the sheer want of the moment, though the longer it lasted the more she longed to be free once again, and Morgan found herself redoubling her efforts, Zoe’s own whimpering moans in the background proof positive that the brunette was on the edge and desperate for release.

The only question now was who would give in first? Perhaps it was that lack of feedback once again, but as she continued to work Alexis’ helplessly bound body, listening to the redhead’s cries with half an ear while the rest of her focused on Zoe’s own struggles, the coffee-colored woman was completely unprepared for the sudden and explosive orgasm that wracked her girlfriend’s intricately tattooed frame. Indeed, the sheer volume of the woman’s cry as she screamed in ecstatic delight and thrashed beneath her mistress’s body was impressive enough given the size of the gag she was wearing, to say nothing of the way her whole body seemed to jerk up of the mattress despite the cuffs holding her down. But, even if she was a bit taken aback, Morgan also could not help but grin as she continued to thrust into the redhead’s quaking form, muscles burning from the strain but determined to push on regardless. Perseverance was quickly rewarded when Alexis suddenly seemed to spasm and arch her back in a way that looked almost painful, eyes clenched shut and breath caught in her throat as she came again and again and again until her voice seemed to fail her and she collapsed back onto the bed utterly spent. Reduced to little more than a flushed and panting mess mewling into her gag even as she reveled in the afterglow, still trembling body radiating contentment despite the aftershocks assaulting her tightly bound frame.

Her own dark skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Morgan let out a breath as she finally allowed herself to stop, a smile on her face as she reached out almost reverently to brush a few strands of that strikingly red hair out of Alexis’ face. A smile that only grew more genuine when her girlfriend seemed to instinctively nuzzle against her palm like an overly large and well sated cat seeking affection. Indeed, as she leaned in to kiss those beautifully delicate lips she was so caught up in the soft pleasure of that moment that when the timer dangling from Zoe’s neck suddenly went off, the shrill beep cutting through the air like a knife, the coffee-colored woman practically jumped out of her skin as she instantly shot upright and twisted around sharply to look at the tattooed brunette. Although looking more than a little wrung out herself, and flushed a truly impressive shade of crimson, even in the dim half light the look of triumph practically etched onto Zoe’s face was unmistakable and Morgan felt her heart sink in her chest just a bit. In all the excitement she had almost forgotten about their little bet and, all expectations aside, it seemed as if she’d lost. Although she had been bound tight, teased, tormented and edged relentlessly for almost an hour her girlfriend had never once begged and if the glint in her eyes was any indication she was more than aware of that fact.

Letting out a quiet sigh even as she could not help but grin almost sardonically, Morgan reached into her pocket for the remote and switched off the vibrating egg buried deep within the brunette’s body eliciting a tiny groan somewhere between relief and frustration from her tightly packed mouth. Shaking her head, the coffee-colored woman spared Alexis an almost apologetic glance before climbing off the bed and straightening out her robe just a bit. Pointedly ignoring Zoe for the moment, she instead turned and strode across the room, back toward the closet. While she was not exactly looking forward to another month and a half in chastity, some part of her convinced that her balls might actually explode from the strain, she was a woman of her word. Even if her girlfriend would probably relent if she insisted, or begged, she had her pride and truth be told the thought, while daunting, was not entirely unpleasant. Besides, she had one last card to play and, as she opened the closet door to retrieve a package she’d been saving for just such an occasion, Morgan felt her smile turn positively devilish. Zoe may have won this round, but the game was far from over and she had a feeling that the artist was not going to enjoy what happened next. And so, the box tucked safely under her arm and a spring in her step, the lanky figure quietly slipped behind her girlfriend’s helpless form and practically molded herself against the woman’s back, kissing the delicate skin just behind her ear while wrapping an arm around her narrow waist and allowing a hand to draw nonsense patterns along the smooth expanse of a pale stomach.

“Congratulations, slut.” she whispered, voice low and soft and yet pitched with a subtle trace of annoyance, “Looks like I underestimated you.”

Even though she shivered beneath her mistress’s touch, and moaned at the feeling of hot breath tickling her ear, Zoe still managed to sound more than a bit pleased with herself as she murmured a reply, “PHhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”

Allowing her hand to drift just a bit lower, well trimmed nails tickling sensitive skin, Morgan snagged the edges of the brunette’s thong and slowly began to tug it down the woman’s widely spread thighs as far as she could, stretching the lacy material to the limit before fishing the toys from that trembling body one by one and letting them drop to the floor, “Not that I’m exactly pleased by that, but I suppose some congratulations are in order. And perhaps you even deserve a little reward for all your hard work. Would you like that, slut?”

Under different circumstances the brunette probably would have been more cautious, but hips bucking sharply at the feeling of long, slender fingers caressing her nether lips and moaning softly in quiet disappointment at the loss of the plugs that had been filling her, Zoe could do nothing but nod eagerly, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph!”

Leaning in close to practically nuzzle her girlfriend’s silky ebon hair and take a deep breath of her scent, Morgan could not help but smirk ever so slightly as she withdrew her hands to open the box she was holding and reveal a tangled collection of stainless steel bands and cables within. Polished metal glinting in the dim light while the neoprene liner seemed to drink it in, the coffee-colored woman brandished the chastity belt with delight and pounced before Zoe had a chance to respond, quickly fastening the device around her girlfriend’s narrow waist and pulling the cable between the generous cheeks of her ass in one smooth motion, pleased that her measurements had been correct and the device seemed to fit perfectly. Crying out at the sudden and shocking cold of the metal against her heated skin, the tattooed brunette quickly realized what was going on and tried to twist away, straining against the chains holding her firmly in place and crying out into her gag but to no avail. Tugging the primary shield firmly between her legs, her mistress quickly imprisoned her cleanly shaven sex, sparing only a moment to make certain everything was aligned properly before locking the entire arrangement tightly in place. Still struggling despite the futility of it all, Zoe could do little but watch as the secondary shield was quickly locked, the thin strip of perforated metal ensuring that she had no hope of touching herself under any circumstances. The heat practically throbbing in her own loins now thoroughly caged as well.

Still grinning, Morgan began to circle her girlfriend’s helplessly suspended form like a lioness sizing up a kill as she idly allowed her fingers to trail along pale, tattooed skin in nonsense patterns, her touch eliciting muffled shrieks of protest and quiet mewls of pleasure despite the almost murderous look in the brunette muddy brown eyes. Pausing to cup a cheek and darting in to place herself practically nose to nose with the bound woman, Morgan actually smirked and injected a tone of faux innocence in her voice, “I know it’s a bit early, but I do hope you enjoy your present. I see it fits you perfectly.” laughing softly at the way Zoe seemed to almost growl into her gag, the coffee-colored woman gently drew her fingers down the artist’s jaw to caress the underside of her chin, “I did warn you that I’d have my revenge, no? But at least we match for the holidays now and, if you’re a good girl, perhaps we’ll both have some presents to open on Christmas morning.”

Still chuckling at the way Zoe continued to struggle, the bound woman practically shouting into her gag now, muscles pulled as taut as steel cords beneath tattooed skin as she strained against her cuffs, Morgan offered a thin smile as she pulled a simple blindfold from her pocket and sealed away her girlfriend’s glare. Brushing her lips against a flushed cheek before kissing the woman’s gag with enough force to leave an imprint of her lipstick behind, the coffee-colored woman marveled at the way her girlfriend’s struggles seemed to still almost instantly beneath her attentions as she turned away to face the bed once more, grinning at Alexis’ amused expression and moving to release the redhead from her own bonds. She’d let Zoe cool off just a little bit before binding her in a more comfortable position for the night. Perhaps a nice snug mummification in tape, or a firmly buckled sleepsack, or maybe even one of their bolero straitjackets that the brunette seemed to wear so well with a leg binder to keep her still. The possibilities truly were endless and almost despite herself Morgan could not help but smile to imagine the artist's helplessly bound form laid out on their bed, Alexis curled up at the woman’s side while she used those gloriously firm breasts as pillows. While tonight had most certainly taken some turns she had not expected, at the end of the day the coffee-colored woman could not say she hadn’t enjoyed herself. The weeks ahead would likely be rather difficult if her current frustration was any indication, but at the same time at least she would have someone to share them with. Despite everything chastity had proven to be a rather interesting, and often intense experience and she found herself wondering if Zoe would share that sentiment as well now that she had the chance. Somehow she doubted it, but whatever the case Morgan also found herself very much looking forward to finding out.