ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ & ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥? || ƒᴇʀᴀʟ x ᴡᴀᴠᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴜʀ

[WaveVelour]

Perhaps she had a well-hidden deviant side all along, for Lucky somehow found this distressed state of her girlfriend a bit cute. An unexpected adorableness to accompany this, sexual torture, at this point. It was mostly about those eyebrows, she supposed, and a face contorted with an expression of bitter joy and unsatisfied urges. Said unintentional cuteness was the reason Lucky had a smile while the topic revolved around cheating and unfaithfulness, which she hardly found amusing. Not only hers, but it must have been any other girl's nightmare, to discover that there was another woman. And in her case, there were multiple of those little sluts. Yeah, in her fancy book, every woman who dared to flirt with her cat was a dirty, punishment-worthy, little slut.

It was, of course, she who had wanted to hear it in the form of an apology. Still, it didn't have quite a nice ring to it, to listen to the confession that she was cheated on. As said offering of regret came out of Kat without any apparent hints of sarcasm, Lucky squinted up, thoughtful. And unsure what she should think. Or do. "Alright." Fingers tapped against a restless thigh. "It wasn't that hard, was it?" She asked. Well, there was still something definitely hard. Her cocky girlfriend was made to struggle, whimper, and even plead. That ought to satisfy Lucky. And it did. She had convinced herself that she herself was the victim, though. And not this panting, quivering, throbbing, and leaking poor cat. Her hard cock indeed leaked quite a bit.

"Yeah." With an index finger, she stirred the viscous pool of pre-cum that was accumulated atop the girl's cock. "I have the right to be angry." Lucky agreed. One by one, her digits closed around the shaft. "And you were clearly in the wrong." Just like Kat's incredibly stiff cock wished to discharge, her breasts wanted to escape their lacy prison when Lucky began to stroke it again. The distance between the base and the tip wasn't particularly short, but her hand covered it rather fast. Multiple times before one could say "Lucky." Rubbing the shaft, and slightly turning the head, she repeatedly caressed her cat. Despite its objective hardness, it was still a slippery thing, given all the lubrication, added and organic. Shortly after taking the young woman's cock to a walk alongside a figurative cliff, Lucky stopped without pushing it over the edge. Quite abruptly.

Funnily, during her attempts to teach her girl a lesson about flirting with other gals, she had imposed a state of ablaze on her that Kat might, in a purely instinctive fashion, jump right into those other gals if she were to deprive her from a carnal relief. Not to risk it when they had made so much progress, Lucky intended to eventually allow her girlfriend to empty her balls. Given the way the tip oozed, it almost seemed like there was no more room in those anyway. "Alright." She pulled herself up. "We're getting somewhere." Turning around, she walked up to the table ahead. In case Kat was bored of looking her in the face, there were now her swaying hips to stare at.

The leather wrist cuffs that hung from her hands strongly hinted that she was not done yet as Lucky returned. There was a reason they had purchased three pairs, after all. It didn't sound quite nice, but she was willing to be a bit forceful if Kat didn't like having her legs restrained too. A leg against two of her arms, it should have been enough to ensure victory. Instead of working on the girl's needy cock, she wandered around the chair a bit. Leather straps wrapped the ankles soon, fastening tightly around them. The linked cuffs were secured to the respective chair legs. The ones at the back, that is, to keep those bare thighs tense and properly spread. Walking around helped Lucky to stretch her own legs a bit too, before she sank to her knees between Kat's.

As the lavender-eyed brunette held her lover's cock by its root, she hadn't forgotten about her little promise. Looking up, she parted her lips. Her tongue slipped out through them. Like a thick, cylindrical lollipop, she started to lick. In quick bursts, the tip of her tongue flicked against the underside of the fat head. After a bit of lapping, she glued her tongue to that funny spot, as her lips formed an O around the tip of Kat's cock. Her cheeks caved in, her tender lips formed a seal. She sucked all the nectar that was offered. And to get it all, she jerked it a bit too. Pulling down on Kat's big cock, and drawing her head up, she released that monster from her mouth in an audible little pop. And her cock looked cleaner when it was freed. Said freedom didn't last long, however. Her mouth found Kat's member another time. The girl's lips slid down until she felt the tip against the roof of her mouth. And let it go a bit deeper than that. As she moved her face up and down, slowly at that, on the girl's cock, one of her hands rose. She began to pat Kat's thigh, blindly searching for a hand that wasn't there to pull into her hair. Fingers through her dark strands, it was something she liked to have while blowing, after all. "Oh, I forgot…" Lucky suggested after removing the cock out of her mouth. "Well, you know I'll eventually free you." At a leisurely pace, she kept stroking. "What do you think will happen then?"

 

[ƒeral]

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To be fair, cats were always cute. Whether they were strutting around, all confident-like, nuzzling into the closest hand inclined to dole out affection. Whether they were all curled up, purring sweet nothings, attempting their best at earning dinner. Or whether they were trying their best to attempt puppy dog impressions, offering up their favorite bone with rounded, beseeching eyes, whining for the pity of their chosen companions. Unfortunately, cuteness alone seemed insufficient when it came to getting this particular cat-in-trouble out of the precarious situation she found herself in. Precarious. Such an apt word. Precariously balanced against the edge of a cliffside, perhaps.

Kat wisely kept her mouth shut at the bit about said apology being hard or not. Had a lot of choice words about that, actually, but none that would get her where she wanted to be. And so, being the rather goal-oriented girl she was, she just offered a pout. Good with her words, she was; business school taught a lot of that too. How to be diplomatic. How to always say the right thing in the right situation. Too bad there wasn’t a class offered on what to say when your girlfriend tied you to a chair and threatened you with too much of a good thing. “Baby,” she tried again, imbuing her tone with ample amounts of pleading. “I was - hnn - wrong,” could barely string two words together with the way Lucky insisted upon keeping her right there. The benefit, and currently the problem, of dating so long she supposed. Just like Kat knew how to wind her girl up in all the right ways, Lucky seemed to read her just as well.

Before she could finish the rest of that interrupted sentence though, said girlfriend was making another trip to that accursed table. It was getting old anyway; now seemed to be high time for a new table. Such was her irrational hatred of that unlucky piece of furniture. When Lucky sought to secure those cuffs on her remaining limbs, Kat didn’t resist in the slightest. It was pointless, and she knew better than to infuriate Lucky further. Instead, she glanced over to the table, noting that they haven’t gone through all of their new acquisitions yet. Hopefully that didn’t mean yet another trip. God she was really starting to hate that table.

“See how cooperative I am?” She offered instead. “I’m being good, no? So-” Unfortunately, Lucky didn’t allow her to finish that sentence either. With her lips parted, Kat could only stare, stare and pant and squirm. This was what she wanted earlier. The wet heat that tantalized every inch it caressed. The visual of her girl looking so goddamn delectable while working for her pleasure. The pressure - “fuck, you are incredible.” Her groan of appreciation was all genuine. It was probably just mental, but her cock almost looked bigger grasped by Lucky’s fingers, a thickness indicated by just how wide those lips had to part.

She was so achingly hard, the shaft far redder than it normally was with just how much blood flowed into it and remained trapped. By and large, Kat was not the type who fixated upon her cock all that much when it came to sex. Liked sticking her rod into things, of course, but was all too happy to wield her tongue, fingers, or an assortment of amusing toys with finesse as well. Right now though, she could hardly think about anything else. Every other thought gravitated to the tension she felt, to that instinctual need clawing to be freed. Was it possible to die from not being allowed to climax? Probably not, but it was starting to feel that way.

Having been provided ample motivation to behave, she formulated her answer accordingly. “I was,” huff, “in the wrong, so obviously I would,” bit her lip in an attempt to concentrate, “have to make it up to you.” Her breathlessness just served to make her concession more convincing, or she hoped, at least. “I would comb my fingers through your hair the way you like.” That leisurely pace helped with her piecing fragmented thoughts together, at least, easing her back from being constantly too close. Although, nothing short of release would help with the shimmering frustration tensing every inch of her at this point.

“Kiss you with every ounce of love and affection that I am capable of.” Her words were romantic, intentionally so, but the low and husky vocal that accompanied suggested an intensity mere words would not convey. “Take you however you want, wherever you want, pleasure you the way you deserve.” Pin you down against the nearest surface, grip those dark locks like reins, rail you until all my neighbors learn what you sound like being fucked to the brink of unconsciousness and back. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes briefly, suppressing that sharp flare of aggression in favor of easing her expression into something suitably repentant. Not because she was being dishonest - they both knew exactly how this was going to end - but because she was demonstrating good behavior. Being all deferential and borderline worshipful, that was dog-like, right?​

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[WaveVelour]

It was a forced cooperation. It ought to be when Kat was tied to that bloody chair. That was what Lucky liked to believe anyway, that her cute girlfriend wouldn’t be so cooperative, so to speak, if she were to unleash her. Like any other girl, Lucky too adored the idea that she could drive her partner wild, put her in a state that she would have a strong desire to ravish the nearest petite brunette. She was quite positive that she would be in for a treat that would consist of a bit more than a few gently planted kisses. “Kissing me?” She kept looking up. “Combing my hair?” Her eyebrows rose beneath her fringe. “Right…” The girl nodded. “I’m sure that’s all you want to do right now.” In Kat’s defence, the girl had also said something about taking her and pleasuring her. If the you’s in that little suggestion had been I’s instead, Lucky could have perhaps found that a bit more believable. Knowing her cat well, she was somehow confident that Kat could think of at least fifty ways to solve the little hard-cock issue she had been suffering from for a while, at least five of which must be about pinning her to the wall like a fancy little renaissance portrait.

Given that her girl had a perfectly capable cock, which never had any trouble towering up like the monument to the great fire, Lucky had, quite a few times, found the opportunity to hone her oral skills throughout their relationship. It wasn’t something that would make daddy proud, but she knew a thing or two about taking big cocks into her mouth. This too seemed to be a good time to put these so-called skills into practice. “Oh, and you certainly haven’t been good.” Holding it like a microphone, she added. “You’re not the good girl in this tale.” Flashing her eyes up at the girl, she insisted, “I am.” Opening her mouth, quite widely at that, she allowed her lips to wrap Kat’s member. They slid down, coming to a stop around the centre. To have something to sample, she jerked the bottom half of the girl’s thick rod. Her lips tightened around her member as they glided up, eventually releasing their prisoner. “You’re the bad one.” Lucky suggested. The cutest bad girl, she supposed.

After a few more leisurely strokes, she was ready to take it into her mouth again. At the same time, she wasn’t in a hurry to do so. Her tongue lashed out, flicking against the back of that thick head. “Like me to go deeper?” Lucky asked, which wasn’t really a question. To prove that she herself was the good girl, her lips engulfed the tip. And started a lengthy journey down. She failed to hold back a small cough when it brushed the roof of her mouth. “Gug!...” Drawing her face lower, she forced Kat’s cock to travel farther down. For additional support, she clutched her partner’s thighs. Her fingers tightened, and it went deeper. “Ack!...” Jumped into her throat. The well-lubricated object disturbed her airflow. Her throat squeezed it. And she dug her nails into her skin to cope with the sense of breathlessness she made herself suffer. Most of Kat’s cock had vanished into her mouth, but she couldn’t swallow the whole thing. And she didn’t last very long either. Following another gag, Lucky finally let it out. Or had to. As she gasped, the thin strings of saliva between her lips and the girl’s cock stretched and gave.

After pulling herself up, she stood beside the chair. Her fingers found Kat’s ear, fiddling with the little cross that dangled there. “My payment.” Lucky took off the earring, intending to trade it with an article of clothing again. Standing in front of the girl this time, she tucked her fingers into her underwear on either side of her tiny waist. The lacey undergarment slid past lacy stocking-tops, and kept moving down her nylon-clad legs, until it pooled around her ankles. “Ooh, sorry…” While straightening her back, she pulled her knickers back up, though. “Forgot you prefer this angle.” Lucky turned around. Her bare little pussy peeked out when she bent down. When her knickers ran past the curviest part of her bottom, they slid easier on her legwear.

Admittedly, there wasn’t much else left to do with Kat’s cock, other than riding it. It seemed to be a good time to perform the final act of this bad cat’s punishment, which was more of a reward, really. “You no longer need this.” Since she intended to give the girl something else to hug her member, Lucky slipped a finger into Kat’s cock-ring, with difficulty. She spared her partner the trouble of having that thing constantly squeezing her erect rod. It didn’t want to be detached, but she managed to remove that elastic band.

 

[ƒeral]

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A travesty, really. Now that Kat was finally behaving, offering her admissions and apologies side by side, she was the bad girl? Or perhaps, it was the time lag there. Something about behaviors and consequences - impossible! Hot girls always got away with murder, that was just a fact. Although, perhaps that was because their jury, judge, and executioner weren’t also all hot girls. But, what has been done has been done, and so, she supposed the best she could do was to play along.

“So bad,” she concurred. Been doing a lot of concurring these days, shockingly agreeable and all that. “You are - mm,” her mochas met the flashing pair, accompanied by furrowed brows and a conflicted look; half-pleasure, half-pain, “so good for me, babe.” An absolute truism; because every time those lips descended down the stiff pillar, it was like a little droplet of heaven. “Lucky,” that name was like a prayer, being offered in substantially the same way, for more droplets of sweet, sweet ecstasy. “Please,” imploring came easier this time around - the relentless pounding of her aching desire pushed her beyond embarrassment, beyond insolence. “Deeper, yes,” at the prompt, she moaned her acclaim for the same.

And what a treat it was. If not for the keenness of the desperation trembling her thighs and drawing her hips into bows, Kat might have thought that this was a reward rather than punishment. But alas, making that particular mistake was impossible, despite how good everything felt. Because the pleasure Lucky bestowed upon her was very much a double-edged sword - every time throat squeezed, her knees quaked, breath ramping into a harsh gasp and her own nails digging bruises into her own wrists behind the chair’s back. It was a lot. Not her first time playing with cuffs or a striptease, but never to this extent, to this intensity. Always knew that her girl had a bit of a vengeful streak, but being subjected to the same was agony, of the most saccharine variety.

“More. You are doing so, haah, so well.” Despite the tightness of that silicone ring, finishing like this wasn’t impossible. Quite a bit more difficult, but entirely doable if her beautiful girlfriend kept it up for just a smidgeon longer. The depth of penetration. The blinding tightness. The sultry and wet and –

“Goddammit,” another curse accompanied by an entirely undignified grunt, her jerking shaft entirely upright despite its immense weight, flexing with her stifled lust. “Baby, come on! Please, I’m sorry?” Practically babbled her way through the interlude, not even offering a smart aleck comment about the earring. Her gaze most certainly held that quality Lucky sought though - all gleaming hunger, an absolutely savage animal snarling through the seams. Not a good girl, no, not at all. Stared and stared and if looks could fuck, then Lucky would have been bent over and stuffed thrice over already.

And, maybe because Kat finally begged prettily enough or whatever, Lucky finally seemed to relent, to which Kat could only sigh. Appreciatively - that was the attempt anyway - though it probably came out indistinguishable from how her throat bobbed hard as that - tight, way too tight - ring slipped off of her cock. Less slip, more dislodge, perhaps. “Thank god,” could only groan, almost dizzy from how hard that organ throbbed as circulation attempted to re-regulate itself. “I mean, thank you, love.” She was learning, see?

Her breath was clenched as Lucky slid into her lap, her very ardent stare glued to her girl’s very move. Mostly down though, gawking at the contrast of her blood-engorged shaft juxtaposed against the plane of stomach. At Lucky’s delectable sex - god, she wanted it, wanted it bad - rising, and rising, over the well-polished crown and –

“Oh,” Kat’s eyes widened, almost as though startled, before slamming shut. “Oh fuck, Lucky, baby,” a drawn out groan finished the rest of that sentence. Had wanted to be sheathed inside so long, so badly, that now, without the frustrating constriction, the mere thought of where she would soon bury herself proved a bit too much for the young brunette. That proud obelisk jerked, swelling to maximum tension and rushing past the finish line after barely bumping up against those drenched nethers. Wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry about this one, but Kat was presently incapable of either - the earth must have stuttered on its axis, because her brain was very much frozen. Bright lights burst behind her eyelids, an equally impressive explosion rushing forth in white hot surges of pleasure, painting over Lucky’s sex, thighs, an errant strand shooting high enough to streak her stomach.

Kat could do little more than try to catch her breath in the aftermath. Because that was definitely atypical, atypical and honestly more than a little bit mortifying. But at the same time, could she really be blamed after the gauntlet she had been put through? Either way- “baby, let me go, please?” Pulled at her bindings for an accompanying jingle. “Let me touch you.” That was not enough. She was less desperate, but far from satisfied. “Let me fuck you.” The steely hardness flagged a tad, but remained upright, regaining rigidity rapidly from just how riled up she got. “I’ve learned my lesson, so let me make it up to you. Let me show you what you do to me. You are the only girl in the world, in my world, I’ll prove it to you.”​

 

[WaveVelour]

It must have felt like a whimsical dream. To be tormented, so to speak, by her awfully vanilla, usually mellow, good little girlfriend. To find herself answering for her crimes, to be persuaded into breaking her bonds with her little friends across the campus. Would she be able to realise if it were one, though, a dream?

The ring removed, Lucky finally willing to have it in, her hands first perched on the girl's shoulders. Then she hopped onto her lap. Since her car was stolen, she needed a different mare to ride. Funnily, thanks to this little game, Kat had begun to remind her of a horse anyway. Rising farther up soon, she elevated her pussy. Since she was also turned on, Lucky too hankered a good pounding, for lack of a better word. Since Kat's hands were still bound, she herself would need to realise the hardness and swiftness of the thrusts. Always been a gal who favoured to be on top, she was ready to hop up and down on Kat's large member. Perhaps they should have ordered a bunny costume too. Drawing a hand down, she made sure the spear was aligned properly. It was. She didn't feel the need to say anything, that she was finally going to reap the fruits of all that teasing, and let her girl make her feel small again.

To commence this self-impaling session, Lucky started lowering her body. Kat was lubricated, shiny, and leaky. And she herself wasn't dry either. Her petals sat on her cock. On the verge of separating to let the beast in. Well, the little beast didn't exactly make it in. Barely knocking at the gates was apparently enough to get Kat off. Considering her partner's sexual prowess, it was quite uncharacteristic of her to not last. One could say she had lasted quite a while, actually. On the other hand, when she had to last the most, she had failed to do so.

There was a girl crazy for her. And she was rather cute. Cute as can be, really. While expecting to have a blast, the blast had been so fast. Like summer loving. Oh, well. Ripped at the seams, her little artist did a good job at painting her thighs, lips, and even belly. It looked as if a pack of double cream had exploded between her thighs. However, Kat did a terrible job satisfying her as she had climaxed too early. Pulling her round little butt back a little, Lucky sat on the girl's thighs. "We haven't had this, problem, before." Thankfully, Kat didn't seem to think that she was done. On the contrary, she was begging for another round. It was funny, really. Her cocky little cat, who would consider herself to be a fierce tiger in bed, could only last a second or so. It also seemed to be a rare opportunity to tease her girl a bit. In a different sense, this time. "Well, it happens to everyone at some point, I suppose." On either side of the chair, Lucky's legs swung back and forth. "These, shortcomings, I mean." She suggested.

"Not sure, frankly." Unfazed by the little fight Kat was having with her restraints, Lucky kept staring at her. "Is there even anything left in there?" She asked, even though the current state of her cock should have answered that little inquiry. Widening her eyes, she continued. "Maybe we should rewind a bit?" Looking left and right, down at the floor, she wondered. "Where did I put that ring?"

Without feeling the necessity to wipe the white stains on her white skin, she held Kat's cock again. "I am the only girl." Lucky began to attend to the big prisoner of her little fingers. Even right after her premature climax, it felt like Kat would be able to deal with multiple girls at the same time. Or only a single gal multiple times. Thankfully, Lucky didn't intend to wind back the clock too much. Returning to the point at which she straddled Kat would be enough in this case. And she had only mentioned that cock ring to tease the poor cat. "But you have to prove that to yourself. Not me."

For Lucky to straddle and ride her partner properly, she needed Kat's thighs a bit closer to each other. Getting down next to the chair, she freed a leg. "And the other." She positioned herself on the opposite side of the chair. While undoing the remaining ankle-cuff, she couldn't help but hope that she hadn't been too harsh on the poor girl. Edged, sexually frustrated, and teased; Kat would be right to be all hot and bothered. To feel stressed out. And when in distress, sometimes, one's mind may begin to play whimsical little tricks.

When the other pretty leg was freed, the young woman got to her feet. Her heels clacked around the chair. Her long boots were heavy, and the room mostly empty. So, the echoes of her footsteps were rather distinct inside the studio. Long, Wavy, and fiery; her locks swayed with her steps. "Redheads are better than blondes anyway." Leaning down accented her cleavage. Especially when her dark corset squeezed her orbs so firmly. The leather tongue of her riding crop moved up Kat's body, slipping between her breasts, and lapping the bottom of her chin. Thrusting a knee up, she put her booted foot on the chair, and between her newest model's thighs. And her lover's. "What know, little spy?" The riding crop raced down, slapping a bare thigh that did not belong to her. "Ready to spill the beans?" Sandy asked. This time, the implement moved sideways, grazing the side of Kat's breast. "What's the code?" In preparation for another swat, she held the tool up, and kept staring at the young brunette who sat helplessly before her.

"Never..." After a while, the redhead mouthed. Which was followed by a whisper. "I'll never give you the code?" Seemingly not getting the response she wanted, Sandy put her feet back on the floor, pulling herself away from the chair a bit. Casting a glance at the nearby camera that was attached to a tripod, she sighed. "What's the matter, kitten? Forgot your line?"

 

[ƒeral]

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One might even think that was a good thing. Getting the round one out of the way, that is, to allow for a second wind to kick in and refill her stamina bar. Unfortunately, Lucky did not seem to think so, and good behavior notwithstanding, Kat was hardly the type to take the prods at her pride sitting down. Ordinarily, at least. At present, sitting down was unfortunately all that she could do. See earlier note about travesties. “We also haven’t done this before,” she grumbled with a modicum of surliness. “I’d like to see you try lasting after what you just put me through.” There was no real bite to her words, just her bruised ego quibbling.

At that next section, her eyes immediately widened in alarm, pulling at her binds fruitlessly and sorely missing the use of her arms. “Babe, that’s entirely unnecessary,” she offered, with enough alacrity that it verged on comical. “Don’t need any help on that front.” And that was certainly true; that most assuredly not-so-little beast looked quite eager and ready to pounce. “Not when you are so beautiful, so ravishing, so - mm.” A bit of flattery never hurt anyone, and seemed to get what she wanted too, if those fingers dancing along her shaft were any indication. She gave a little thrust at the prompt, little, on account of the bindings, but nevertheless adequately communicating everything that needed to be communicated.

“My arms too?” She queried with a hopeful note at the two restraints being removed, narrowing her legs a tad for comfort. But alas, her prayer appeared to have fallen on deaf ears because Lucky was circling back, leaving those stubbornly sturdy leather cuffs in place–

Huh?

Kat blinked, and blinked again. Did she hit her head on the back of the chair when she came, or what? Because that was definitely not Lucky, and this was definitely no longer her apartment. Last time she checked, the laws of physics did not work like that, which would make this…a dream? Seemed like an awfully inopportune time for a dream though, and so, like any rational person would do in her situation, she bit the inside of her cheek and winced. Damn. That always worked in the movies. She might have tried something else, but wasn’t given the time to, because Lucky’s friend - Sandy, she remembered - was suddenly way, way too close.

“Uhm,” not usually one to stutter, but she was absolutely stunned and still attempting to gather her bearings. Her eyes weren’t sure where to focus upon, so they did a little bit of everything. Took note of her surroundings - was that a camera?! - oh heeell no. Before she could protest though, a particular implement that she had not interacted with for quite some time licked up her skin, and the way she instinctively tilted her chin up was distressingly Pavlovian. Kat swallowed thickly, searching the room frantically with her peripheral, trying in vain to figure out what the fuck was happening or where her girlfriend was. Awfully lucid, this dream, if this were a dream.

“Hey, watch it!” She flinched back immediately as that heeled boot came down, acutely aware of where those family jewels were innocently chilling. A glance down made her groan. Hello, why, why on god's green earth was she still hard? Because she should be terrified, right? If not of this incredibly confusing situation, then at the very least, of Lucky’s wrath that she could already picture far too vividly. I wish I were freed from this chair? She tested her arms, dammit. Guess it wasn’t one of those dreams where she could fly by thinking the same. Her options dwindled, and before she might cramp her brain from thinking too hard, she yelped instead. The thwap was loud, loud and quite lewd, but honestly didn’t hurt too badly. It was more so the surprise factor. Playing the part of a rather unwilling captive audience, she turned her full attention back to Sandy.

If she were being honest, keeping her attention on Sandy was not a big ask. Kat had eyes, and her eyes reported that they very much enjoyed what they were seeing. But Kat also had a brain, and god forbid, a conscience, and those were ringing all sorts of alarm bells about how mad a particular lavender-eyed brunette would be when she found out. Er, was it still cheating if it were a dream though? A ponderous thought, but perhaps for a later time, because that gorgeous dream apparition was demanding cheesy lines, and hey, Kat wasn’t below exploring all her options. Maybe if she played along, the dream would end? It wasn’t like she had a lot of choices…

Not that line though, that one was lame. Lifting a slender brow, she wiped that flabbergasted look off of her face and replaced it with one far more judgmental. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and those rather generous bosoms heaved with a dramatic sigh. “Little spy,” she repeated, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Oh I’m a spy alright.” Rolled her eyes before she added, “on your side that is; way above your paygrade, by the way.” Sprang for an extra dose of arrogance too with the jut her chin and the way she pushed her chest forward, huffing. Improv, she was great at it. “How about you let me go before you completely blow my cover, and I won’t tell your boss?”​

 

[WaveVelour]

Improvising, not sticking to a terribly written script, was quite welcome in these “show more, don’t need to tell much” type of productions. Sandy doubted her viewers cared too deeply about the writing anyway. At least, when the model was as adorable as this one. Unfortunately for those gals and guys, they had to content themselves with admiring Kat from behind a screen, as she didn’t feel like sharing this feisty brunette with anyone else. It was still a surprise, that Kat had, all of a sudden, started to get into her role with an apparently newfound keenness.

"Mm..." It was a turn on for Sandy; her girl playing her role more candidly. "Where is this acting talent coming from all of a sudden?" The riding crop raced up, and was brought down, licking a bare breast at the end of its rapid descent. "Hm?" The faux leather tongue rested on top of the other mound then. The redheaded director-cum-performer repeatedly tapped it against the round asset. With her sister, this round pair made good drums. Or tambourines as Lucky would have said. “On my side?” This time, she swung the implement in a sideways motion, letting its flat tip graze across both orbs. “You mean this side?” One corner of her mouth perked up. Her bent arm rose, and her wrist turned. Drawing a full circle in the air, the leather keeper lashed Kat’s hip. “Or this one?” Shortly after that, the implement flicked against the opposite side of the girl, planting a kiss on the side of her thigh.

As her hot model played her role as her cocky little spy, one that was paid handsomely apparently, Sandy drew the tool up, pressing it against the girl’s lips. “Shh…” She hushed this very naked double agent. Not her cover perhaps, but blowing something was rather tempting alright. Sliding under her chin, running through the breasts, and down the belly, the end of the implement moved around the girl’s cock, scaling it on the side. Sandy began to rub it against the back of Kat’s member. Gliding down on it, the tongue bent against the rigid rod as it slowly moved up again.

The pink tongue reached the tip, leaving it after a thorough stroke. Her eyelids rolled up to reveal the lavender irises they protected. “Thought you were the boss.” Lucky suggested. As she lowered her gaze, her eyes disappeared again, her lips wrapping the thick head of Kat’s cock. And her tongue didn’t take long to start working on it as the girl twirled it around the juicy tip.

The smooth flat end of the riding crop pressed down, moving in little circles atop Kat’s member, allowing some of the girl’s excitement to adhere itself to the leather material. A small twist of her wrist, and Sandy turned the tool on its side, brushing that funny spot on the underside of the glands with the corner of the keeper. “Hm, letting you go…” The redhead pondered. The tool in her grasp moved up, her eyes focused on the amateur actress’ big cock. Making that distinct little whistling noise, the implement swiftly rained down, biting the smooth skin as she slapped the cat on the thigh.

“That’s how it feels.” From between her partner’s legs, Lucky called out, inspecting the little bite mark she had just left on the girl’s thigh.

“I think someone needs a bit of a discipline.” Sandy leaned forwards. Opening her mouth, she bit on the middle of the slender tool, freeing both of her hands. Her fishnet-clad legs began to move as the interrogator got behind the little spy. She fiddled with Kat’s cuffs, unfastening them. The open mesh fabric of her tights weaved a dark net on her butt as Sandy swayed it while striding a couple of feet away from the chair, Wavy crimson strands cascading behind her back. Pivoting on a thick heel, she faced the haughty brunette. “On your knees, little spy.” Tapping a foot on the floor, Sandy asked.

 

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Her girl. Her girl? The authoritative redhead conducted herself with such familiarity, like she had known Kat for ages and ages. The feisty brunette in question was quite positive that they didn’t have that sort of relationship. Never met, actually, until today. And that fact just made the whole situation that much more bizarre. Bizarre and… She shuddered under the crack of the crop, licking at her lips and regarding Sandy with a look of confused arousal. Because this was hot, without a doubt, hot like that tight little body beneath the raunchy costume. It was not really the sort of thing Kat usually allowed herself to linger on, but this had to be a dream and, surely, that meant she needed not be so disciplined. “I’m keeping score, you know.” A flinch now, from the rather sharp tap on her hip, before Kat stifled a moan. Four.

Five never came, and instead, she was treated to cool leather trailing against her shaft. Mochas stared at the slender implement, brows furrowed with something apprehensive. She wisely kept her mouth shut. It definitely felt good, enough to make her shift her hips against the same, but that did not erase her very understandable fear of the crop being that close to her naked cock. Where the instrument had struck earlier blossomed a pleasant ruddy hue, a flush of color alluring against her healthy complexion. But like, that upright and easily excitable rod was amply pink as is. Definitely didn’t need any additional color there.

She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when it appeared no such threats were being made, when… Huh? “Haa…” an unsteady moan echoed, the bewildered brunette staring at her pretty girlfriend kneeling between her spread thighs, at that much more torrid and textured tongue lapping around the sensitive crown. What? Before she could comment on that, it was the crop again - cool, smooth, not as dexterous but offering precise pressure where it mattered. She looked up, staring unabashedly at the equally gorgeous redhead, brows doing a funny little dance as they couldn’t seem to decide if they wanted to furrow or disappear into her hairline. What in the world was happening. Last time she checked, she hadn't consumed any questionable substances to be tripping this hard.

Five. Her mind supplied for her, demonstrating a certain familiarity that Lucky had yet to have a chance to become acquainted with. Wouldn't have a chance to become acquainted with either, now that those cuffs clicked open. For a few seconds, Kat was content to simply stretch, bringing her tired arms overhead and pulling up, causing her perky bosom to bounce. The command came and went, and she surveyed the room. Hmm, no sign of her lovely girlfriend. That meant it was okay to misbehave, right?

Besides, it was just a dream anyway.

“You are right,” she quipped, springing to feet, “someone does need a bit of discipline.” Lucky, Sandy - it didn’t matter - both of them had one trait in common, which was that they were quite easy to tackle. As for why there was an air mattress to brace their fall after she all but rammed into the petite redhead, well, it was a dream, right? “I told you, way above your paygrade,” Kat wrestled the squirming girl down, managing to flip the girl as well as the script as she caught both arms and hauled them behind Sandy’s back. All those trips to the gym weren’t purely to show off, after all.

"I got on my knees for you, what now?” On her knees alright, bearing down and forcing the lissome redhead into the mattress with her bodyweight. Her knee knocked against something, and she spared a glance. Oh hey, maybe this was the sort of dream where she had some control after all, because how convenient that after the fortuitous arrival of the air mattress, ropes happened to show up as well. And not just any rope, this was high-quality jute. Excellent give and flex, and dyed a pretty rose to boot. It even smelled nice, earthy and warm. Oh, and it kind of went without saying that since this was her dream and all, it was absolutely her favorite kind of rope. Which, by extension, meant that she absolutely knew what she was doing with it.

Kat shifted so that she was straddling Sandy's rear, such that all the squirming caused those fishnet clad full moons to grind against her cock in a way she quite liked. Given the differences in their physical prowess, she needed only one hand to compel a slender forearm over the other, and with her free hand, she quickly went to work. The rope looped around the intersection of wrists first, and she pulled - tightly - enough for the natural coarseness to cut into fair skin, before rounding the same once more for a suitably durable knot. She tied that section off, huffing a laugh that was all smugness. “You like that? No?” She rubbed herself against that very enticing ass, emphasizing the power she held over her interrogator-turned-captive. “That’s too bad, because I think your outfit needs a little more red, but don’t worry, I’ll help with that.”

Face down, with her wrists tied behind her back, there was really no room for Sandy to struggle, a fact Kat took full advantage of. Once, twice, and thrice the ropes circled beneath that prominent bust, around the back as well in a snug fit. It was a bit of a struggle, with Sandy pinned and supine against the mattress, but Kat has had plenty of practice at this. She reached through the bight and grabbed the tail, knotting that section off, before tugging. “Stop squirming,” came the husky demand, and she pulled hard on the rope for emphasis, “or I’m gonna tie this much tighter than I usually do.”

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