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Celebrating in Style

Celia jumped up and pumped her fist as the final buzzer sounded. Cliffton University was starting off its basketball season with a win for the first time in years. She looked down and scanned the gym floor, eyes eventually locking on her girlfriend Joana hugging her teammates in celebration.

Celia couldn't help but smile. Ever since she'd known them Joana had been more than vocal about how much of a joke CU's Basketball team was, and how it was entirely the head coach's fault. She'd been genuinely hopeful when it was announced the college was bringing a new one in, and it was nice to see she'd been right.

As the music died down Celia stood up and started making her way through the stands along with most of the crowd. She was Joana's ride and she wanted to give the car time to warm up in the cold November weather.

As she made it out into the parking lot, pulling her coat tight against herself in response to the biting cold, she felt her phone buzz. Pulling it out and seeing it was a message from Joana she smiled and unlocked her phone as she made her way towards her car.

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Celia chuckled, "I never doubted you for a second," she messaged back.

"I swear to the goddess I'm on cloud nine-"

Celia smirked, "sounds like some... 'celebration' is in order."

"OMG PLEASE!!!!" Joana texted back.

"Now now," Celia sent as she climbed in the car, "is that any way to talk to me slave?"

"I'm sorry," Joana sent back, "please dominate this worthless slutty slave mistress-"

Celia smirked, "I'm waiting for you in the car."

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Celia dragged her riding crop down Joana's side, grinning with barely restrained glee as she watched their athletic, toned form shudder in response. Joana was in a state she was more than familiar with, naked, on her knees and blindfolded.

"Please mistress-" Joana whispered.

"Be patient," Celia teased, lightly slapping Joana's hip with the crop, "you'll get what you want eventually."

Joana swallowed and nodded, "I'm sorry mistress-"

Celia continued like that for a good long while, dragging the crop over every inch of Joana's skin that she could, "all these muscles..." she muttered as she used the crop to caress their bicep, "for absolutely fucking nothing..."

"I could never resist you mistress-" Joana responded, "no matter how strong I was-"

"Correct," Celia responded simply, "at your core, you're nothing more than a fuck slave."

"Yes mistress-" Joana whimpered.

"You're nothing more than a horny little worm," Celia sneered. She leaned in and growled into Joana's ear, "and you were made to get chewed up and spat out by girls like me..."

"Yes mistress- you're right mistress-" Joana practically gasped, "I'm nothing more than a toy for you- please use me like the worthless slave I am!"

Celia didn't respond, instead dragging the crop down to caress Joana's groin, "what if I slapped you here..." she mused cruelly.

Joana sucked in a frightened inhale, "please don't mistress-"

"But I thought you wanted to be used?"

"I-" Joana whimpered as Celia lightly tilted the crop up, pressing it against their balls, "it- it would hurt too much mistress-"

"Well that doesn't seem right..." Celia mused, "you usually love pain..."

"That- that's different-" Joana responded.

Celia smirked, "Oh yes... of course, my mistake. You'd be surprised how easy it can be to forget about that special little vulnerability futas have when you were lucky enough to be born without it..."

Joana nodded shakily, "of course mistress."

Celia set the crop on the bed next to her pillow, taking care not to make too obvious a sound as she coyly grabbed the paddle beside it. "I am still going to be striking you though, so pick a spot quickly before I pick it for you."

"My ass," Joana responded immediately.

"Good choice..." Celia mused, pulling her arm back and whipping it back to smack Joana's ass.

Joana yelped, "you- that's not-"

"No it isn't," Celia responded, "but you're not going to do anything about it are you?"

Joana swallowed, "of course not Mistress..."

"That's right, just kneel there and take every fucking blow-" Celia reared back and paddled Joana again, "count them."

"Two-" Joana responded immediately.

Celia grinned cruelly and started unleashing paddling after paddling on Joana's firm ass. With every slap she felt a surge of sadistic pleasure pulse through her body as she watched Joana whimper and flinch from the sharp pains.

"Nine- ten- e- eleven-" Joana panted.

Celia set the paddle on the ground and moved forward, leaning down and grabbing Joana's chin, "have I ever mentioned how much I just love watching your dick bounce so uselessly when I'm making you suffer...?"

Joana swallowed, "yes mistress..."

"I have-?" Celia said in mock surprise, "I didn't realize that... Well it bears repeating anyway, it's fucking beautiful to watch."

"Thank you mistress..."

Celia walked around to Joana's front, kneeling and reaching down to idly drag a finger along the underside of their cock. "My... it sure is twitching a lot..." she looked up into Joana's blindfolded face, "is there something you want to tell me slave?"

Joana sucked in a shaky inhale, "I want to cum mistress... I want to cum so bad-"

Celia smirked, "well... I'd love to let you mount me and rut like the bitch in heat you are... but in your state I'm pretty sure you wouldn't last a minute. How do you think we should fix that?"

Joana nodded, "however you wish mistress..."

Celia stood up and grabbed a collar and leash she'd left on the side table next to their bed, walking back to Joana she clipped it around their neck and led them over to the bed where Joana instinctively climbed up onto it, propping her upper body up with her shoulders while her knees rested on the floor.

Celia wordlessly opened the top drawer of the side table and pulled out a bottle of lube. Walking back she grabbed Joana's ass and uncapped the bottle, pouring some out and spreading it over their asshole.

"Are you ready Slave...?" Celia said as her finger grazed Joana's asshole.

"Yes-" Joana whimpered.

Celia pressed their finger into Joana's ass, delighting at the sharp inhale she heard escape their mouth.

Celia quickly settled into a rhythm, fingering Joana's asshole in a consistent, circular motion. Every once in a while she'd dip her finger down to press against Joana's prostate, reacting with utter sadistic glee at the wholly undignified moan that escaped from their mouth every time she did.

"I'm surprised you haven't cum already..." Celia mused.

"It's not easy t- hnnnngh- to cum hands free-" Joana whimpered.

"Or maybe you're just not thinking about it right..." Celia responded.

"W- what do you mean-?"

"Don't question me slave," Celia snapped back, "just listen to my instructions."

"Of course mistress- sorry mistress-"

Celia tilted her head back slightly and looked down at Joana, "close your eyes, even though you're already wearing a blindfold, and let your mind's eye drift up. Picture in your mind what you look like from above. Look down and watch as you, a muscle bound titanness, quiver and moan because a little imp of a woman has a single finger up your butt..."

Joana swallowed, "i- I see it mistress-"

"How does that little mental image make you feel?"

"Ashamed... in the best possible way-" Joana whimpered, "it makes me feel completely broken and subservient-"

"Keep rambling..." Celia said with a cruel grin on her face, "and as you do, let every pulse of submissive bliss that rushes through your body go right to your dick. Let it all build and build and build..."

"I'm so pathetic mistress-" Joana whimpered, "I feel like I'm lying to the world- what right do I have to walk around like I'm this big impressive athlete when I don't even have the will to do anything when a girl a foot shorter than me bosses me around like I'm nothing- I could bench press you if I wanted to but no matter what you do to me I barely lift a finger-"

Celia smirked, "you're getting close aren't you?"

"Yes mistress-"

"Then listen close. Stop thinking, let your mind go blank, my voice should be the only thing in your mind..." Celia leaned in and started growling into Joana's ear while she kept fingering their ass, "let the pressure build... let it keep building, more, more, more..." Celia moved forward so her lips were nearly pressed directly against Joana's outer ear, "cum."

Joana let out a wild moan as her whole body clenched in orgasmic bliss. Celia watched as their cock erupted, shooting ropes of cum onto the floor beneath her.

Celia grinned in pure satisfaction and grabbed Joana by the shoulders, pulling her back so she was standing shakily on all fours in front of the bed. Barely giving them a second to adjust Celia grabbed the back of Joana's head and pushed down, causing their arms to gradually fail and their cheek to press down right next to where their cum had landed on the wood flooring. "Lick it up," Celia commanded simply.

Joana nodded and quickly got to work, eagerly and blindly licking at the floor to get every single drop she could find.

Celia watched on until she was satisfied, at which point she reached down and pulled off the blindfold, smirking as she watched Joana blink at the sudden influx of light with a hazy look in her eyes. Once that was done she walked forward and sat down on the bed, looking down with utter sadistic glee at the state Joana was in.

Celia locked eyes with Joana, "thank me."

"Thank you mistress-"

"For...?"

"For demeaning me and treating me the way I deserve to be treated-"

Celia leaned down, looking down wordlessly at Joana for a second before suddenly spitting in her face.

"Thank you mistress-" Joana moaned.

Celia smirked, "I think it's about time I got a little attention, don't you?"

"Of course mistress-" Joana breathed desperately.

Celia looked down at Joana's flaccid cock and sighed, "unfortunately I can't do much with that now can I..."

Joana followed her gaze and blushed, "no mistress... I'm sorry."

"Oh don't worry-" Celia scoffed, "it's not your fault your body disappoints me." Celia leaned in and looked at Joana with an evil grin on her face, "after all, I know for certain you'd love it if your not-so-little-friend were available whenever I wanted, and only when I wanted it. Would you like that slave? If your cock only ever got hard in my presence and stayed hard until I was satisfied?"

"Yes-" Joana replied breathlessly.

"Imagine if you couldn't even jerk off if I wasn't around. The arousal would just keep building, your mind falling apart piece by piece..."

Joana moaned in response, "goddess- please-"

Celia leaned back, "well unfortunately that's not going to happen here in the real world... tragic I know. So for now... I need to give my cock some time to bounce back."

Joana squinted, "your cock?"

Celia grinned, "you are my property no?"

Joana looked down, visibly embarrassed, "of course- my mistake. You've just... never framed it like that..."

"Do you like it when I do slave?"

Joana swallowed, "I love it..."

Celia smirked, mentally banking the information for later. Once she had she held out her hand and looked at Joana, "hand," she said expectantly.

Joana nodded and shifted back so less of her weight was resting on her palms before offering up her right hand.

Celia just as quickly grabbed it and roughly guided it under her skirt, forcefully pressing it against her panties, "can you guess what I'm thinking of having you do?"

Joana nodded shakily.

Celia leaned in, "then beg for it."

"Please let me lick you beautiful pussy mistress- I can feel how wet you are please let me help you and give you the orgasm you deserve-"

"The orgasm I deserve..." Celia mused, "that's very specific wording. Do you think that if you gave me an orgasm I found insufficient I'd be in my right to walk away and leave you naked and desperate all night?"

"Of course mistress-" Joana responded immediately, "it's the only way I'd learn from my mistakes..."

Celia pulled Joana's hand away from her covered vulva and let them place it back on the floor. Soon after she reached down and pulled off her panties by the waistband, making sure she had a secure hold on them before grabbing Joana by the back of their head and shoving the pair under their nose, "inhale."

Joana complied immediately, sucking in an eager breath and letting out a shuddering moan as Celia's musk filled her nostrils.

"That's right slave..." Celia said, "I want you to feel like you've never smelled anything else in your entire life. I want you to get fucking addicted to it-"

"I am-" Joana moaned after another inhale.

Celia grinned cruelly and ripped the panties away from Joana without warning, causing the girl to genuinely whimper. "I don't see what you're whining about..." she said as she spread her legs, "the source is right in front of you..."

Joana blinked and quickly moved to bury her head between Celia's thighs, pressing her nose against their groin and inhaling deeply.

"Now come on, you don't get that for free..." Celia sneered, "put yourself to work before I lose my patience."

Joana responded immediately, shifting her head back and down slightly before sticking her tongue out and swiping it up Celia's vulva in a long, slow lick.

Celia shuddered, for some reason cunnilingus was a major weakness for her. It was the only thing where she could never *quite* maintain her domme composure. There was just something about how... intimate and precise it was that drove her absolutely wild, and it didn't help that Joana was really good at it either. Luckily for Celia, Joana knew about this and had come to expect more... nonverbal responses when they were going down on her.

Celia reached over to where she'd smartly left a riding crop on the bed earlier and grabbed it, squinting and shuddering slightly as Joana started sucking on her clit.

"That's right slave..." Celia said in a soft, controlled tone as she softly glided the crop just over the skin of Joana's ass. Suddenly she stopped and flicked her wrist back before sending it snapping right back, whipping the crop against Joana's skin, "fucking worship me-"

Joana moaned in response, her lips still pressed against Celia's cunt, meaning that every single vibration went directly into it.

Celia death-gripped the bedsheet and set her jaw, taking deep breaths before giving Joana a couple more slaps with the crop as a kind of thank you. "Keep going slave... you're doing a very good job..."

Joana nodded and kept going, using the tip of her tongue to weave between the folds of Celia's lower lips.

Celia shuddered, "you have permission to use your fingers slave... I'm getting close..."

Not five seconds after Celia said it she felt Joana's fingers enter her. They started off with a "come hither" motion, dragging her fingers along the walls of Celia's cunt.

"Fuck I'm closer than I thought-" Celia muttered under her breath. "I'm really close slave-" she said to Joana, "you know what that means, don't miss a single drop-"

Joana nodded and kicked it into overdrive, desperately working to get Celia off. Luckily for her, it didn't take long.

"Fuck fuck yes-" Celia said, her voice shooting up to a high pitched squeal.

Joana reacted immediately, moving a hand up to keep rubbing on Celia's clit while her head dropped down to press her open mouth against their vulva.

As Celia's orgasm hit her body, her mouth hanging open and her body clenching, Joana was sitting ready and waiting as her squirt filled their mouth. She sat there, patiently waiting and swallowing as Celia's orgasm ran its course.

Once Celia was finished she sat there, breathing heavily and sitting back on her elbows. Eventually she managed to recover enough to shift back up, set the crop back where she'd left it, and look down at Joana, who was sitting patiently on her knees.

Celia's eyes locked in on a slight shiny patch on Joana's right cheek. She smirked to herself and leaned down to wipe her own juices off of Joana's cheek with her index and middle fingers. "Looks like you missed a spot..." she mused, sticking her fingers out in front of her, "clean them."

Joana nodded and leaned forward, eagerly sucking Celia's fingers dry without a moment of hesitation.

Celia leaned forward and placed her hand on her chin, "how does that taste slave..."

"Divine mistress..." Joana said with a wide smile on her face, "absolutely divine."

Celia snorted, "oh please don't brown nose me- I've tasted pussy juice plenty of times, I know it's not that damn good-"

"But it comes from you mistress-" Joana countered, "there's not a single piece of you which isn't beautiful..."

Celia smiled, "good answer slave," she said as she stood up and walked behind Joana. "I think you've earned the right to fuck me, that's the only thing you really want after all no?"

"Y- yes mistress, of course mistress..." Joana replied.

Celia turned back, eyebrow cocked, "I'm sorry was there something else you wanted?"

Joana was silent for a second, Celia could see her mouth hanging open as she tried to find the right words, "I... I would like to see you naked..."

Celia walked forward, stopping at a point still well behind Celia's field of view, "I'm already giving you permission to stick that cock of mine inside of me, I don't see why you feel the need to ask to see my damn titties. It feels... unnecessary at that point."

Joana swallowed, "it... there's something different about it..."

"Why?" Celia prodded, "is it because when my clothes stay on it feels more like a quick little service I'm getting from you? Like whenever I'm nude it feels like there's more of a connection between us? Because that little bit of a power imbalance is removed and you can pretend there's some level of equality between us?"

"I would never want to pretend to be anything but your slave mistress-" Joana responded.

"Then why do you want to see me naked...?"

Joana swallowed, "because your body is beautiful... and everytime I see it in its full unclothed glory I'm able to remember just how much I deserve to be beneath you..."

Celia crouched down behind Joana, "good explanation, but you still don't get to see a form as beautiful as mine for free." Celia's hand came up and wrapped around Joana's balls, "if you want me to take my clothes off, you have to let me squeeze them."

"But mistress-"

"No buts," Celia responded, "if you want I'll promise to stick to five seconds and I won't squeeze that hard, but you need to be humbled."

Joana went silent for a second before taking a deep breath, "you can do it mistress, for as hard and long as you want. It's not my place to make demands."

Celia said nothing in response, only continuing to crouch there and occasionally massage Joana's balls with her fingers. Eventually she started to tighten her grip ever so gradually before suddenly letting go and pulling her hand away and smirking. "I didn't actually want to squeeze your balls," she confessed, "I just wanted to know you're broken enough to let me."

Joana sighed in relief and nodded, "of course mistress..."

Celia stood up wordlessly, making sure she was outside Joana's field of view, and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before throwing it forward so Joana could see it. "Don't look," she said as she watched Joana's eyes flick over at the article of clothing as it landed on the floor next to her.

"Of course not Mistress-" Joana responded as Celia unclipped her bra and threw it on the opposite side of where she'd thrown her shirt. Finally she reached down and pulled down her skirt, stepping out of one leg at a time and tossing directly over Joana's head. Smiling to herself in satisfaction over the fact she actually managed to make that work, she walked back to her dresser and grabbed a condom out of the box she left on top of it. Ripping open the packaging and walking back over she crouched down over Joana, making sure to let as much of her bare skin touch Joana's as possible. Leaning down and moving her hands down she started rolling the condom onto Joana's cock. Once she was down she stood up and looked down at Joana, "close your eyes."

 

Once Joana had done as she was told Celia tugged on Joana's leash to signal Joana to climb onto the bed before climbing on herself and settling in with her legs spread and her knees hiked up while she sat back against the headboard.

"Open your eyes slave..."

Joana fluttered her eyes open, sucking in a sharp breath as she caught sight of Celia.

Celia smirked, "well... don't just sit there..."

Joana looked up at Celia with a look of slight confusion in her eye, "don- don't I need permission...?"

Celia leaned forward and grabbed Joana's leash, "consider this an open invitation," she responded before forcefully yanking on it.

"Of course mistress- sorry mistress-" Joana responded, shifting forward and lining up her cock with Joana's vulva. With a final glance at Celia she pressed forward, whimpering slightly as Celia's cunt stretched around her.

"That's right..." Celia sneered, "rut like the pathetic, broken slut you are."

"Yes mistress-" Joana whimpered as she started speeding up into a consistent rhythm.

Celia smirked and settled back, sitting and watching as Joana frantically thrust their hips back and forth. She gently reached over and grabbed the crop, lifting it up and setting the end against Celia's ass. "That thing between your legs is nothing more than my personal dildo," Celia said, accentuating the statement with a slap from the crop.

"Of course mistress-" Joana moaned, "it's your property, just like every other part of me-"

"My own personal muscular sex doll..." Celia chuckled, "you know other girls would want to worship you?"

"Yes mistress-" Joana answered.

"But I know better, I know what you're really meant for," Celia said, "you're meant to serve, not be served. I see it in you whenever I boss you around, that relaxing of your shoulders when it sets in that you don't have to make any more decisions, how all that matters now is giving in and doing what I tell you. It doesn't matter that you're so big and strong, all that means is you're a more useful toy for your mistress." Celia yanked on the leash and pulled Joana down so they were laying on top of her, their arms wrapped around her torso under her armpits, "don't think I don't notice how desperate you are to please me."

Joana moaned, "I'm so close mistress-"

Celia smirked, "I know."

Joana whimpered, "but you- you haven't-"

"Don't worry about that," Celia said, slapping Joana with the crop again, "just cum."

"But-"

Celia let loose a flurry of slaps with the crop, "your mistress gave you an order."

Joana swallowed, "sorry mistress-"

"Don't apologize, Just. Obey. My. Instruction," Celia demanded, accentuating every word with a slap from the crop.

"I- I'm trying mistress-"

Celia dropped the crop and resorted to her bare palm, "cum," she demanded, spanking Joana at the same time.

Joana whimpered and gripped Celia's torso.

"Cum," Celia repeated, spanking Joana again.

Joana shuddered, her hips picking up the pace in a manner Celia was all too familiar with.

Celia smirked and moved her hand back for one final slap, "Cum," she ordered with yet another spank.

Joana moaned desperately, her hips slamming forward as her body finally obeyed Celia's demand.

Celia sat back and smiled in deep satisfaction as Joana whimpered and twitched on top of her. Once they had finally stilled she leaned up and planted a kiss on their cheek, "good job."

"Thank you..." Joana responded softly.

Celia gave Joana's back a reassuring rub, "I meant it when I said I notice how hard you work to please me you know."

"I know..." Joana responded, "it's nice to know I'm appreciated."

"Oh you're more than appreciated," Celia chuckled, "you're fucking adored..."

"Babe..."

"It's true," Celia insisted, "I love you and no amount of whining is going to change that..."

"I'm not whining..."

"I'll be the judge of that," Celia smirked, "now if you wouldn't mind rolling off of me..."

"Oh right-" Joana laughed, doing as she was told immediately after.

Celia sat back up and stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh and shifting over to pull the condom off of Joana's dick.

Joana winced slightly as Celia started rolling up the rubber, "I'm still a little sensitive-"

"Sorry..." Celia responded as she gingerly removed the condom and stood up to take it to the trash can, "I assume you're gonna want some water?"

"If you wouldn't mind," Joana responded with a smile.

"No problem," Celia answered, tossing the condom and walking out the door to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water. She returned soon after and gingerly sat down on the bed, handing the glass to Joana who took it and quickly drained it.

Celia smirked and settled in, laying back as Joana shifted and lay against her side, nestling their head in the crook of her neck.

The both of them lay like that for a long time before Joana finally spoke up, "I know you weren't done by the way..."

Celia shrugged, "I had already cum once, and with the way the session was going... it just would've messed up the momentum."

Joana sighed, "okay well the fact remains that I came twice and you only came once, and I know damn well one's never enough for you."

"And I also know you're super tired..." Celia shot back.

"Not too tired to rub your clit with my fingers..." Joana responded.

"Alright..." Celia admitted, "then what's stopping you?"

"Don't I need permission to touch my mistress...?"

Celia rolled her eyes, "do it you dork-"

Joana kissed Celia's shoulder, "understood mistress."

Celia sighed in satisfaction as Joana got to work and shifted her head over to plant a kiss on Joana's head, "I love you..."

"You said that already..." Joana responded.

"I know," Celia admitted, "but something tells me that doesn't matter to you either.

Joana chuckled softly, "thank you mistress..."

Celia smiled, "you're welcome slave..."

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