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While she wasn't reading Girl's mind, the domme had a sense of the incredulity going through her sub. All of this was not what she was used to, clearly, and it seemed unnecessary, but was done out of duty to her role. "That's enough. I get the feeling that when it comes to giving pleasure, you prefer the blunt approach. Find what your partner likes, then hammer that until they gush. So all this might seem like gilding a lily."
As she spoke, the woman reached into the basket again, and retrieved another toy. This she merely held at the base, and regarded it. "It's a bit cliche to use a food metaphor for sex, but I'm sure you've had very fine dining before. A lot of care goes into that food. Artistry. A dash of this, a drop of that, and then all worked to have a nice presentation. When all you really need for a sating meal, is say buttered bread and wine." Using her toy, the mare stroked Girl's cheek. "Not every orgasm need be a five star chef putting on a palace dinner party, nor do you throw everything in the kitchen into it, but. Some finesse and spice is nice. This isn't just any orgasm. It is you, performing, serving."
Again that villain's smile. "So. It's my turn." Her horn glowed, the aura wrapping around the rubber toy in her grasp, and around Girl. In moments, the white unicorn felt it--felt a hand holding her...her cock. Yes. She was feeling what Miss did to the toy, as if it were her own. As if she had one. And for a minute or two she simply touched the toy, letting Girl orient herself. Experience the touch for the first time, and what sensation was like for reference. The heat and friction of a palm. The tickle of a finger under the glans.
Then the mare's horn glowed again, and this time it was her hand that lit. Now the sensation was new. It was wet. It was hotter. And with the flex of her fingers, it was like a mouth sucking on the shaft. And once more she went through rudimentary motions, letting Girl experience. It became clear; fingers held the sensation of lips, the wrap of them like a mouth, and it was manipulation tath gave the suction. The simple bobbing of a head. Of suction. Of lips on the tip.
Only then did the real demonstration begin. Her fist went down fast, then drew back slow. As it climbed, the suction was tight, dragging, dragging, only to relax just behind the head. Again. Then again. Her motions then were just the head, sucking it at varying intensities, and tugging at it. Grip loosening, she held the tip in her grasp and then rolled her wrist, like she were stirring a pot. Then tightened again, the suction wicked, and dropped her fist, but turned as it went down, then twisted the opposite as it rose. Finally it went back to the fast down, then slow up. Finally it ended with a faster show, a fuller, clear effort meant to finish a stallion off.
Through all of this, she watched the mare's face, both to savor her reactions, and monitor her state of arousal; if Girl might be close to orgasm, would slow down, tease, but not let it build. Yet as she came to the end of that little demonstration, she asked, "Tell me...how does all of that compare to this?" And she repeated the technique that Girl had demonstrated.
While she wasn't reading Girl's mind, the domme had a sense of the incredulity going through her sub. All of this was not what she was used to, clearly, and it seemed unnecessary, but was done out of duty to her role. "That's enough. I get the feeling that when it comes to giving pleasure, you prefer the blunt approach. Find what your partner likes, then hammer that until they gush. So all this might seem like gilding a lily."
As she spoke, the woman reached into the basket again, and retrieved another toy. This she merely held at the base, and regarded it. "It's a bit cliche to use a food metaphor for sex, but I'm sure you've had very fine dining before. A lot of care goes into that food. Artistry. A dash of this, a drop of that, and then all worked to have a nice presentation. When all you really need for a sating meal, is say buttered bread and wine." Using her toy, the mare stroked Girl's cheek. "Not every orgasm need be a five star chef putting on a palace dinner party, nor do you throw everything in the kitchen into it, but. Some finesse and spice is nice. This isn't just any orgasm. It is you, performing, serving."
Again that villain's smile. "So. It's my turn." Her horn glowed, the aura wrapping around the rubber toy in her grasp, and around Girl. In moments, the white unicorn felt it--felt a hand holding her...her cock. Yes. She was feeling what Miss did to the toy, as if it were her own. As if she had one. And for a minute or two she simply touched the toy, letting Girl orient herself. Experience the touch for the first time, and what sensation was like for reference. The heat and friction of a palm. The tickle of a finger under the glans.
Then the mare's horn glowed again, and this time it was her hand that lit. Now the sensation was new. It was wet. It was hotter. And with the flex of her fingers, it was like a mouth sucking on the shaft. And once more she went through rudimentary motions, letting Girl experience. It became clear; fingers held the sensation of lips, the wrap of them like a mouth, and it was manipulation tath gave the suction. The simple bobbing of a head. Of suction. Of lips on the tip.
Only then did the real demonstration begin. Her fist went down fast, then drew back slow. As it climbed, the suction was tight, dragging, dragging, only to relax just behind the head. Again. Then again. Her motions then were just the head, sucking it at varying intensities, and tugging at it. Grip loosening, she held the tip in her grasp and then rolled her wrist, like she were stirring a pot. Then tightened again, the suction wicked, and dropped her fist, but turned as it went down, then twisted the opposite as it rose. Finally it went back to the fast down, then slow up. Finally it ended with a faster show, a fuller, clear effort meant to finish a stallion off.
Through all of this, she watched the mare's face, both to savor her reactions, and monitor her state of arousal; if Girl might be close to orgasm, would slow down, tease, but not let it build. Yet as she came to the end of that little demonstration, she asked, "Tell me...how does all of that compare to this?" And she repeated the technique that Girl had demonstrated.