A Buzzing Menace

I had to double-check the address two times before I dared approach what was for all intents and purposes a mansion. Not the kind of villa millionaires bought when they didn't know what to do with their money, but as someone making do with a fifty square meters flat it was a little intimidating to find out that my friend lived in a house of her own in the nicest part of the city. Seemed like Jane lived the stereotypical rich dominant lifestyle. Except that she somehow did it on the salary of a base level accountant.

Then I remembered that Jane's four submissive girlfriends were full live-in partners. Kinky relationship or not, a household of five people obviously had a lot more money to work with than your normal single or couple.

I rang the bell in the way Jane had told me: Two times in quick succession, and once more after a quick beat. From what I'd gathered, they had an arrangement where during the day there was always at least one person in "fit for public" mode to deal with deliveries or to stall surprise visitors. With the signal you showed that you already knew what was going on inside and they didn't have to pretend.

Which was why the door was opened by a beautiful blonde dressed in nothing but a thick leather collar and a pair of panties so thin that they were basically just a crotch rope pretending to be underwear.

"Welcome Mistress Katharina. We've been awaiting you," she greeted me with a bright smile and stepped aside, holding up the door for me like a proper maid.

"You're Leah, right?" I asked as I hesitantly came in. I'd met all of Jane's girlfriends during various hangouts, but I didn't really know any of them, which made it feel all the more intense how readily they showed themselves to me in such an intimate setting.

"That's right, Mistress Katharina." Leah took my coat. Despite being otherwise in full maid mode, she was grinning. The lack of dominant energy from my side had to be painfully obvious.

"You can call me Katy as usual," I told her. There was no need to pretend. "I'm no real Mistress. Like, I'm seeing someone who's interested in this whole dominance and submission thing, and I was hoping Jane would show me some tricks, but I have zero experience yet."

"You don't need experience to be a Mistress, Mistress Katharina," Leah said. I was eternally grateful that there was nothing mocking about her cheery attitude. If she'd acted even the tiniest bit bratty, I wouldn't have known what to do and might have fled in shame. It didn't help that I was feeling self conscious in the sexy leather outfit I'd bought for my dominant debut, while Leah seemed perfectly at ease being basically naked.

"It's like how you don't need to have slept with another woman to be a lesbian," she continued. "If being the thing feels right, then you are the thing, and screw anyone who tries to tell you otherwise."

"Well, being a lesbian is something I have practical experience with at least."

Do you know this moment when you're talking and you realize you're making a giant fool of yourself, but you have to finish the sentence anyway because the alternative would make you look even more stupid? Yeah, that's exactly how I felt.

What the hell was I trying to do here? Impress this kinky veteran with the fact that I wasn't a virgin? I'd meant it as a joke to play over my insecurities, but I really should have thought first and spoken later. Or not at all.

"A good start, Mistress Katharina." It might have been just my imagination, but Leah's grin looked a lot more sly now. "Shall we go see Mistress Jane?"

"Yes, please," I jumped at the chance to leave this awkward situation behind.

Once I'd taken off my shoes, Leah led me to the stairs down into the basement. I didn't see much of the house, but what I did see was a lot more orderly than my flat. Seemed like Jane had her life much better under control. Or she used her kinky relationship to put her girlfriends on actual maid duty.

My stupid mind had expected Jane's basement to be akin to a medieval torture dungeon. Turned out, my stupid mind hadn't been that far off. There might not have been any racks or iron maidens or such things, but the whips hanging from the walls were just as real as the spanking bench with its firm leather straps.

The center of the room was dominated by a bed, set with nothing but a bare mattress. What really drew the eye, though, was the naked woman lying on said bed spreadeagle, angled in a way that made it impossible not to look at her exposed crotch as I entered.

"Ah, there you are! Right on time!" Jane swooped over and greeted me with a hug that I awkwardly reciprocated. "Do the two of you know each other already?"

The woman on the bed propped herself up on her elbows to look at me. She kept her legs spread as she did so, though I now saw that she didn't have much of a choice in that regard. Similar to the spanking bench, the corners of the bed came with sturdy leather cuffs that already had her ankles ensnared, with more straps running over her thighs to completely immobilize her legs.

The two of us affirmed that we knew each other, albeit only in the vaguest sense. I didn't think I'd met Emma more than once before today, and I couldn't have sworn that we'd exchanged a single word yet. For all intents and purposes we were strangers.

And yet she apparently had zero issues meeting me in such a compromised position.

"Hi there, Katy," she said with an innocent lightheartedness as if she wasn't just flashing me while being half bound to a bed. "I heard I have you to thank for this."

Leah, still standing by the stairs, gave a little chuckle at Jane's theatrical frown. "I see that you're going to have your hands full here, Mistresses. Is there anything more you need of me, or should I just leave you to your fun?"

"Nothing at the moment. Make yourself a good time. But be ready, there's a good chance we'll call on you again soon."

Jane dismissed her with a kiss and an affectionate slap on her butt that made Leah chuckle once more. She winked at me before she went back upstairs, closing the door behind her.

"And now to you," Jane said to Emma once it was just the three of us. "First of all: The only thing to blame for your situation is your own insolence. Katy might have asked to see this punishment, but you would've deserved it anyway. And while we're at it: I invited Katy as more than just a guest. She's a fellow Mistress, so you'll properly address her as such and be on your absolute best behavior with her. Because if you embarrass me, we're gonna make things so, so much worse for you."

Emma gave me a sly grin. "I'm sorry, Mistress Katy. I'll be a good girl from now on."

I looked over to Jane for help, but she acted as if her sub hadn't just blatantly challenged me. Or was I just imagining things because Leah had set an impossibly high standard? I considered dropping the issue, but then I figured, the whole point of me being here was to learn a thing or two about being dominant.

"I'd prefer Mistress Katharina. If it's all the same to you."

I blushed as I learned the first lesson of the day: Be firm with your orders. That second sentence was nothing but an invitation for an 'Actually, I'd rather keep calling you Katy'.

Luckily Jane's speech had convinced Emma not to oppose me this directly. Though her sarcastic "Whatever you wish. Mistress Katharina" was barely any better. I thought there was a flicker on Jane's face, but she still didn't intervene. Was I still overreacting and reading too much into Emma's tone? Or did Jane intentionally hold back to give me a chance to flex my dominant muscles?

If it was the second one, I failed the test. After an awkward pause, Jane took the initiative again.

"Since you're already here, we might as well have you properly participate. Emma still needs to have her wrists strapped in and her mouth gagged before we can properly start. Let's have you do it."

I stepped closer, trying to project more confidence than I was actually feeling. The physical act of finishing the bondage should be easy enough, but Emma was still sitting up, looking at me expectantly. The full-fledged domme I liked to daydream about being would have simply pushed her down onto the bed to get her in position, but I couldn't do that with Jane's girlfriend.

Or could I?

"Can I touch her? You? Or, like..."

My obvious uncertainty if it was more appropriate to put this question to Jane or Emma didn't do me any favors. It really couldn't have been more apparent how much of an amateur I was.

"Of course you can," Jane said with an encouraging smile. "We specifically invited you for a hands-on experience. Isn't that right, Emma?"

"Sure is." Emma grinned at me. "And you better touch me like you mean it, or I might just show you how easily a sub can resist, even when she's already half tied up."

Jane frowned. "Remember what I said about being on your best behavior? I mean it, there will be consequences otherwise."

"Yeah, sure. Sorry, Mistress Katharina. I will of course be the most touchable sub in the world for you." She blew me a kiss.

I'd only heated up even more during their conversation. Despite formally calling me Mistress, it couldn't have been more obvious how much Emma loved toying with me, and I didn't have the wits to shoot back without embarrassing myself. At least the permission to touch couldn't have been clearer.

"Okay, then." I put my palm against Emma's chest (above her breasts; grabbing a feel was tempting, but would have made me look like a horny virgin) and pushed. Emma did put up some token resistance, but thankfully I didn't have to fight against the full power of her abs. After just long enough a moment to show that she was yielding on her terms, not mine, she let herself be pushed flat onto her back.

Thankfully the wrist straps were as fool proof as they came. Within a minute I had completed Emma's bondage. Until Jane handed me a black ball gag and I realized that I might have screwed up the order.

"Erm, could you maybe lift your head a bit?" I asked as I lined the gag up with Emma's mouth and realized that I'd have no chance closing the buckle without her help.

"Of course I can, Mistress Katharina." Emma gave me her brightest grin, but didn't move a single muscle.

True, I'd only asked her if she had the ability to raise her head, not given her an order. It was such a silly technicality, but still. Despite being naked and bound spreadeagle with barely any freedom of movement left, Emma had no problem letting me feel who was really in control here.

"That's it! We'll let you lie here today until you beg for chastity."

The way Jane said it, it didn't sound like a threat. There wasn't even any anger in her voice. It was a simple statement of facts, letting her girlfriend know that she'd been sassy one too many times and would now face the consequences for it.

Not that I could make much sense of these consequences. For all I knew, the punishment I'd been invited to witness was one of Emma being teased for a long time. Why would she ever beg for chastity? If anything, teasing her would only make her beg for an orgasm, right?

Emma seemed to know what was up, though, because her bratty demeanor gave way to a look of trepidation. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I was just screwing around."

"I know. And I'm just reminding you that people who screw around end up screwing themselves over." Jane bent over Emma's head and placed a loving kiss on her forehead that couldn't have been a starker contrast to her words. "Now, will you accept the gag like a good girl, or do you want me to think of ways to make your time even more interesting? I wouldn't mind. There's lots of fun ideas to explore."

Emma responded by opening her mouth and raising her head, basically doing all the work of gagging herself. All I had to do was reach around her neck to close the buckle. I made sure not to get any hair caught by the strap, and that the fit was tight but not uncomfortably so. That thing was going to stay in for a long time, after all.

"Perfect. Now for the final and most important step."

I found it impressive how nothing about Jane's demeanor hinted at her having just put her sub in her place. Maybe I'd had a completely wrong idea about how doms were supposed to gloat sadistically. Or maybe every dom simply had their own style of doing things. Either way, Jane's perfect nonchalance towards dishing out discipline somehow made her feel so much more in control, as if she was completely above her sub's silly attempts of undermining her authority.

She grabbed a socket-powered vibrating wand and threw the chord over a beam in the ceiling so it dangled down right above Emma's crotch. "The most important thing is that in its default position, the head of the wand rests right on her clit," she told me as she fiddled with the wire to get the setup just right.

"And that doesn't make it too easy for her to get off?"

I knew that the answer had to be no, or Jane wouldn't do it this way, but I felt the need to say something and show that I was ready to learn. Also, I was genuinely curious. This kind of predicament with the hanging wand had always fascinated me, which was why Jane had invited me in the first place.

"Don't worry, there's no risk of that happening." Jane allowed herself a sly smile as she fixed the wire to the beam with some tape, before double checking that the wand was still right on target. "You'll see, once that thing is turned on, each contact is far too short to do anything. Except frustrate her, of course."

She took a step back to marvel at her work. "Do you want to do the honors? I find that with this particular model, a six is the perfect setting."

Of course I wanted to do it. Emma already looked hot enough as she was, bound and gagged with every inch of her naked body helplessly exposed. The mere thought of getting to tease this sexy girl into oblivion made me all giddy inside.

The moment I switched on the wand, the vibrations made it bounce away from Emma's crotch. It had sat pretty snugly before, but apparently not snugly enough to counter the instability that came with over a meter of freely hanging wire. Still, I was surprised at how intense the vibrations got when I turned the thing to 6. This wasn't a teasing setting. I usually didn't dare turn my own vibrators this high, and that was when I was actively trying to get off. I caught the wand and kept it away from Emma to avoid any accidents.

"Sure this is the right level?" I had to raise my voice so Jane would hear me over the noise of the wand.

Jane gave me a thumbs up. "Trust me. Just let go and watch the magic happen."

I did as I was told. The wand swung back against Emma's clit, only to bounce away again. It quickly started a tap dance on her crotch, touching down at a rate of up to several times per second, interrupted by tiny pauses when its random movements made it swing further away.

Emma reacted immediately, though she didn't seem overly frustrated by these rapid touches. She used what little freedom the straps around her thighs allowed to work her hips and chase the wand. With some effort she even managed to stretch herself to a point where she got to enjoy the vibrations for whole seconds at a time, though these little successes were always followed by an extra long pause as the wand bounced around and she failed to readjust.

"Doesn't really look like a punishment to me," I told Jane after watching Emma's antics for a good minute. "She seems to be having fun."

Emma managed to trap the wand to the best of her limited abilities once more. Maybe her moans were just an act to gaslight us, but I had no doubt that even these short bouts of vibrations felt real good.

Jane bumped the wire with her finger, making the wand bounce even harder. She gave me a sly grin. "Don't you worry, it'll become real bad soon enough. This punishment is devilishly effective, but it needs patience to really get going. We're only in stage one yet."

"One of how many?"

Jane shrugged. "Honestly I've never thought about it any deeper. Now that you say it, I think we should be able to get our own sexy five stages of grief here. Let's call this first stage 'Play'. It's where she still has both the energy and the will to chase after the wand. Let's see how long it lasts."

She offered me a chair and we both sat down to watch the show in more comfort. And it was a pretty nice show indeed. Emma might have only had her self interest in mind, but her working her hips to chase the wand looked real sexy, and the vibrating buzz mixed with her moaning into the gag made for a stimulating background noise. I had no idea how long this punishment was going to last, but I didn't really care, either. I could have easily watched this for hours.

Emma's energy didn't last that long. Soon her movements slowed and her moans turned into huffs as a thin sheen of sweat appeared on her skin. For a while she continued to try and chase the wand, but if she didn't give it her all and stretched herself as far as her bonds allowed, her attempts did almost more harm than good. The fractions of seconds of additional contact were made up for by longer breaks due to her crotch inadvertently pushing the wand away. Which was why she soon stopped trying entirely and simply lay there, twitching when her clit happened to get an especially intense jab of vibration.

"Looks like we've entered stage two," Jane said. "Let's call it 'Settling in'. She still kinda enjoys it, but she's tired herself out and just passively takes it. We're gonna be here a while, so if you want, we can look for a way to pass the time while we let her stew. I'm sure Leah wouldn't mind playing the practice dummy for a quick lesson in being a dominant."

I still wasn't over how readily Jane offered her girlfriends up for me to have fun with. It was one thing to know that they were secure enough in their relationship not to feel threatened by some casual flings, but seeing it play out was a whole other thing entirely. It completely shattered the jealous default so deeply ingrained in society.

Societal conditioning aside, it was a tempting offer. Leah was pretty cute, and her immediate authentic submission towards me had been the most endearing thing ever. I should definitely use this chance to get to know her better.

Emma's labored moans pulled me out of my thoughts. She clearly wanted to just lie there and rest, but she was all tensed up and couldn't help but twitch every time the head of the wand made contact with her clit.

She'd been teased for a good while now already. Was she close to the edge, always believing that the next touch might be enough, only to be repeatedly disappointed? Or did the constant interruptions not even let her get that far and she hung in a frustrating limbo where the pleasure didn't amount to anything meaningful, while also being impossible to ignore? Either way it was pretty hot to watch her try and deal with the sensations forced upon her.

"I'd love to play with Leah. But is it okay if I watch Emma a bit more first?"

Jane laughed. "It's mesmerizing, isn't it? Like staring into a bonfire. Only sexier."

I just nodded, too embarrassed to admit how hot Emma's struggles were to me. Every time she pulled on her straps, every time her gag barely muffled a moan, my own clit throbbed in sympathy. My panties felt wetter than Emma's pussy looked, and I wasn't even the one getting actively teased. I'd always been fascinated by the idea of controlled, forced pleasure, and seeing it play out like this, it was perfection.

I have no idea how long I sat there, doing nothing but gawk at Emma as I grew hornier and hornier. A few times I caught myself shifting on the chair as if trying to hump the seat. Jane must have noticed it, but she had the good grace to pretend that she didn't. She also didn't force conversation, patiently giving me all the time I wanted.

Comparing Emma to a fire wasn't right. It was more like watching a pot of water heat up: There were changes, but they came so gradually that you only noticed them when the whole thing was already close to boiling over.

I had no idea when Emma's moans had gotten such a tortured edge to them, but it was clear that whatever she got from the wand, it wasn't pleasure. She still twitched whenever the thing touched her clit, but now it looked more like she was trying to get away from it. An endeavor that was just as hopeless as chasing after it, of course. She could expend a lot of effort to move as much as her bonds allowed and slightly pull back for a moment, but ultimately there was no way to protect her pussy from being hit again and again by this vibrating fiend.

"Is this the next stage?" I asked when Emma growled and threw her head back against the mattress. She sounded supremely frustrated, though not in the sexual way you'd expect given all the intimate teasing going on.

It took a moment for Jane to react. She, too, must have gotten lost in thought over the last... half an hour? Hour? I had absolutely no idea how long we'd been watching Emma's struggles.

"Getting there," Jane finally said. "Stage three is 'Anger'. It's when her clit gets so oversensitive from all the stimulation that the vibrations don't feel good anymore. You know this kinda painful sensation when you keep going too hard after you've come? It's pretty much what she's feeling right now. Never long enough that it truly hurts, but there's also never a break, which gets real enervating real fast."

Emma growled even louder, as if to protest that a word as fancy as 'enervating' couldn't do her ordeal justice. She was biting down hard on her gag. Due to her lying on her back and the gag not being all that big she'd been able to swallow well enough so far, but now she started drooling from the corners of her mouth. Together with her intense expression it gave her the look of a slavering beast.

"Stage three is the reason you should always use a gag when going for this punishment," Jane said. "Without it, she'd be spouting some colorful language by now. She'd also bite anything and anyone that gets too close. Never underestimate the destructive power of a sub who's pissed."

Emma looked pissed alright. With her total inability to relax she should have been utterly exhausted, but that didn't stop her from yanking at the straps in response to Jane's taunt. She managed to make her entire body jump in small waves which knocked the wand away.

Of course this only made it swing back against her clit with extra momentum a second later. I twitched in sympathy as Emma's gag did little against her cry of frustration. Her clit had swollen noticeably and the whole area around it had turned red. I totally understood her tantrum. Post orgasm torture was called torture for a reason, and experiencing pretty much the same thing without even the benefit of an orgasm first, I would have been raging as well.

"This is a lot more evil than I thought," I said. "I figured the wand would edge her for a couple hours, and that would have been bad enough. But this..."

"Nope. Despite what you might think at first glance, there's very little pleasure involved in this punishment. A bit in the beginning, but even then it usually doesn't get her anywhere near the edge. The whole thing is more like Chinese water torture than anything else."

Another violent thrashing that sent the wand flying, followed by an unintelligible but all the louder curse when it came right back, crashing into Emma's oversensitive clit.

"This stage is gonna take a while to play out. She's barely even started raging yet. Sure you don't want a little distraction?"

I could have easily continued watching Emma for the entire day without getting bored. However, I'd also gotten really, really horny in the process, and I was in danger of going crazy myself if I couldn't act on it.

"What distraction are you thinking about exactly?"

"Leave it to me," Jane said with a sly smile. "I'll be back in a sec. Don't be afraid to fool around with her a bit if you feel like it. Just don't let her get off. Not that it would do her a lot of good in her state, but you should see the punishment play out in its pure form."

With that she went up the stairs, leaving me alone with her bound girlfriend.

Emma stopped her complaints. She still twitched and clenched her jaws every time the wand bumped into her, but for the first time since the beginning, her ordeal wasn't the focus of her attention anymore. Her deep blue eyes were fixated on me. Was she uncomfortable being alone with me, a person she barely knew, while in this supremely vulnerable state? Or did she only furrow her brows due to the continued torment?

Usually I would have dealt with my insecurity by just waiting things out until Jane's return. Doing nothing would have been majorly awkward, though, with Emma this focused on me. She was clearly anxious to find out what I would do. And to be fair, there were several things I would have been itching to do. I also knew that Jane wouldn't have told me to fool around if she didn't mean it, but I still wanted to make sure that Emma wasn't actually anxious.

Her eyes followed me as I stepped closer. Except for when she squeezed them shut in reaction to an especially bad bump to her clit. I stopped next to the bed, just out of reach. For a few moments the two of us stared at each other. I would have liked to think that I looked more in control than Emma, who was panting and drooling around her gag, her eyes slightly glazed over from the heat within her. Then again, my heart was going crazy and the mix of nerves and arousal must have been painfully obvious on my face as well.

"Mind if I play with you a bit?"

It was neither a dominant display of authority nor a proper check in. One sentence and I'd already shown once again just how little experience I had. Luckily Emma decided to play along nicely this time. Or at least that's how I interpreted her needy moan.

"What's that? You want some attention?"

I held my hand out to her face. Emma turned her head and rubbed her cheek against it. She couldn't have given a clearer answer and I appreciated her forwardness, even if her cheeks were already a bit wet and sticky.

My joy over this initial success quickly led into an electrifying horny anxiety. It was crazy hot to have permission to abuse Emma's vulnerable state, but it also came with an obligation to follow up and properly make use of this permission. During my own kinky experiments I'd never had a partner this thoroughly bound and teased before. What to do, what to do...

I let my hand idly stroke along Emma's neck and further down to her chest. Should I dare go for her breasts? The were real inviting, two small handfuls of softness that rose with her every breath, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, topped off with big, puffy nipples that were just begging for a pinch.

I closely watched Emma's reaction as I let my fingers get closer and closer to their target. She groaned and shook herself when I first touched her breasts proper. I flinched back. A moment later Emma let out as deep a breath as her gag allowed and stretched her chest in my direction to the best of her abilities. Seemed like her reaction had just been an unfortunate coincidence with the timing of the wand.

Once I dared to go for her nipples, her moans were more than encouraging. She arched her back to follow my fingers, like she'd followed the wand before the stimulation had become uncomfortable. I teased her by staying just out of reach, except for some quick flicks that couldn't give any actual pleasure.

It was far too hot how her moans quickly turned into groans as both her clit and her nipples got only the most frustrating stimulation. Soon she was growling again, biting down so hard on her gag that I would have been surprised not to find any bite marks on it later.

"Is there a problem?"

I didn't know myself how serious the question was. It was fun to abuse my power and to rub it in just how little Emma could do, but I also wanted to make sure I wasn't pushing things too far.

Emma seemed equally unsure how to react. She stopped growling for a moment, but the tension in her entire body was palpable.

If I'd been a proper domme, or if I'd known her better, I would have been able to tell what was going on within her. Neither of these things was true, though, so I figured I'd better get as explicit as possible.

That didn't mean I had to drop the energy, though. I trapped her nipples between my fingers, applying just enough pressure to make sure I had her full attention.

"I'd really love to do some evil things to you," I told her. "You know, like pinching your nipples. Hard. It would be a lot of fun for me, but likely also pretty bad for you. I'd totally get it if you don't want that. Just shake your head, and I'll play nice with you instead."

Emma made a sound that I couldn't place, somewhere between a groan and a hum. She looked at me with big eyes. There was no head shaking, though. I squeezed down with my fingers, making her yelp as her big nipples got crushed. Which felt crazy satisfying.

"Let's try this a different way: Nod if you're okay with me torturing you a bit."

A long, quivering groan answered me. Followed by a tiny nod.

I wanted to squeal with delight, but that would have made me lose any semblance of authority I still had left. Instead I whispered a "Good girl!" as I pinched down harder. Just saying these two words felt like a hot liquid filling up my stomach. Almost as hot as my pussy as it clenched in excitement. It was a miracle I couldn't smell my arousal yet. My panties felt utterly soaked.

I might not have been squealing, but Emma certainly was. Her adorable sounds of sexy distress made me drop my last hesitation and pinch her nipples a lot harder than I would have normally been comfortable with. Her nipples already were an absolute delight to play with, but the real joy came from witnessing her reactions. The rush of hurting a hot woman who volunteered herself to be hurt by me, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. In that moment I understood that I truly was a dominant inside. I might not have had much experience and I hadn't even fully figured out my kinks yet, but the fun I had watching Emma's reactions as I tormented her told me that this was exactly what I was made for.

And I wanted more.

Pinching nipples was fun, but I'd come here to see a very specific fantasy play out. After making Emma squeal a few more times, I let go of her nipples and walked to the foot end of the bed so I had a proper view between her legs.

The wand had done a scary amount of damage already. From up close I could properly appreciate just how red and swollen Emma's clit had gotten from the endless number of too strong but too short bouts of vibrations. If my clit looked like this and someone so much as touched it, I would have screamed.

I grabbed the wand. After a few seconds Emma raised her head to look at me, figuring that it was no coincidence her ordeal had momentarily stopped.

"Nod again if I can be really, really evil."

Emma's eyes widened in horror as she realized what I'd planned. No normal woman would have ever let me at her clit when it was this overly sensitive and when she was this helpless to protect herself.

Which made it all the hotter when she nodded anyway.

"You're the best, best girl in the whole world," I said.

And pressed the wand right against her clit.

The gag did nothing to contain Emma's screams. She threw her head back into the mattress, droplets of drool splashing against her chest from how violently she shook. But no matter how much she strained, she couldn't escape the wand.

One would have thought that after all the teasing, getting some proper, uninterrupted stimulation would bring her at least some pleasure. Judging by her reactions, though, there was nothing but pain. I could sympathize with how unbearable it was to have your most sensitive spot vibrated beyond the point where it felt good. And yet this empathy only made me want to crush her poor clit even harder under these merciless vibrations.

Emma's screams grew in pitch. I realized just in time that she was close to coming. It would have been the most painful orgasm ever, but still. Jane had been clear in her instructions, so I ripped the wand away.

For a few moments the tension in Emma's body grew until her every muscle looked ready to explode. Then her body realized that no explosion was coming. Despite how loud she'd already been, Emma's scream of frustration still made me flinch. A climax would have been painful in her current state, but being left on the edge with nothing but an unbearably hot ache in her clit for her trouble, it had to be horrible.

Her tantrum lasted for a good minute or two, until her exhaustion finally caught up to her. Emma slumped down, only the frequent twitches of her pussy and her soft whimpers showing that she was still far from anything resembling relaxation.

"Do you regret letting me go for it?"

Emma made a defeated sound and looked at me with teary eyes. The whole area around her chin was a drooly mess. She looked completely done for, but to me she was more beautiful than ever.

She didn't need to say anything for me to completely understand her feelings: Yes, she regretted it in the sense that it had been absolute torture, but if she could go back in time she would have made the exact same decision again. Because just like I enjoyed being in control and living out my sadistic urges, she enjoyed being at the mercy of a domme who appreciated her suffering. It was a beautiful thing, and I had to remind myself that despite how it might feel, I wasn't actually crushing on Emma. It was just the rush of hormones that was inevitable when getting so intimate with someone, especially when that intimacy came in ways you'd never experienced before.

Foot steps came from above. That had to be Jane returning. Thinking about it, she'd been gone for quite a while. Had she deliberately given me time to experiment with Emma? Either way, our quality time was coming to an end.

"Well, back to the regular program, I guess." I let go of the wand.

Emma whined as it hit her clit once more. She was too exhausted to properly twitch away. All she could do was look at me with pleading eyes, mumbling unintelligibly into her gag.

"Are we really at stage four, 'Begging', already?" Jane came down the stairs, leading Leah, who followed as the picture perfect submissive. Leah had her hands behind her back, likely bound, but that didn't stop her from walking with the utmost grace, every step touching down softly on her tiptoes, her head slightly lowered to show her deference while still looking confidently ahead.

"Gloria and Rena send their regards," Jane said. "Rena's got a bad case of the period pains and Gloria's looking after her so nicely, I didn't want to pull her away. But I figured, Leah should be more than enough to keep you entertained. Speaking of which, did you enjoy your time together?"

I mumbled an affirmation, slightly overwhelmed by the whole situation. Jane didn't seem concerned by Emma's earnest pleading sounds, so I figured that while it was cruel not to grant the poor girl a break, it was all a normal part of the game. Also, my attention was taken in by Leah, who confidently walked up to me. She didn't say a word, just dropped to her knees before my feet with the dirtiest smile playing around her lips.

"I saw you getting pretty bothered yourself," Jane said. "And I got just the thing for that. Leah is an absolute wizard with all things oral and loves nothing more than to show off her skills. We should still have a good hour to go until Emma here is properly sorry for her behavior, and I promise there's nothing better to sweeten the wait."

Even though I should have been used to it by now, I was still taken aback by how readily Jane shared her girlfriends. Though there wasn't even the slightest doubt about Leah being on board with it. If anything, she looked the most eager of us all, as if eating pussy was the greatest thing she could imagine. The look on my face might have also played a part in her amusement.

Why should I've hesitated? We'd already gone far enough that this wasn't as outrageous an idea as it should have been under normal circumstances. And I was too horny to care about societal standards anyway. I'd already been itching to sneak away and take care of myself, so of course I wouldn't say no to this much better alternative.

"Don't bother yourself, Mistress Katharina," Leah told me when I was about to open my pants. "I've got you."

Confused I took my hands back and let Leah take over. Her hands were indeed cuffed behind her back as expected, so she only had her teeth to work with. My pants were so tight that taking them off would have been a struggle even for myself, but within seconds Leah had somehow opened the button and started working on pulling the whole thing down.

It was a lengthy process, requiring her to bite down on the upper rim several times on each side for each tiny piece of progress, but said progress was undeniable. And no matter how inefficient it was, I couldn't complain about her soft lips constantly grazing my skin in the process. Even with all her teeth usage, she never bit or scratched me even the tiniest bit, making me feel only a nice series of half kisses as she worked.

I could really get used to being a domme, I thought as I stood there, my ears filled with the pleading moans of one hot submissive while another undressed me with her mouth. I couldn't help feel self conscious, though, when Leah got my pants down to my thighs, baring my panties. The smell of my arousal was unmistakable, and it had to be even more potent to Leah, who had her face right by its source.

"I love how excited you are by us, Mistress," Leah breathed before placing her lips right on the wettest spot of my panties.

I gasped. Even just kissing that soiled piece of fabric would have been lewd enough, but once more Leah went above and beyond when it came to proving her submission. Her lips explored every single part of my covered pussy. She showed such enthusiasm, you'd think she wanted to suck my juices right out of my panties.

My legs were shaking when Leah finally let off and continued undressing me. It was a good thing she was done soon after, because I didn't know how long I would've been able to keep standing. I was thankful when Jane invited me to take a seat again, though not before she picked up my soiled panties.

"Would be a shame to let them go to waste," she said. "Especially since we've got someone here who's begging for a distraction."

With that she threw my panties right on Emma's face. Emma whined once more, but she knew better than to shake them of. From now on she'd have to endure the torment of the wand while her every breath was filled with the pungent smell of my barely dried juices. Doubly so since thanks to the gag she was forced to mostly breathe through her nose.

I didn't have time to worry about her, though, because Leah was eager to continue. It took some shuffling around to find a way for me to sit down while still giving her full access to my pussy. My by this point very needy pussy. My moan when Leah's tongue first touched my lower lips directly wasn't the sound of someone in control of herself.

Leah really knew what she was doing. I'd been eaten out before, but usually it was a messy affair, broad licks all over my pussy followed by an oral assault on my clit to overwhelm me with pleasure and get me off as quickly as possible before my partner got a sore tongue. Leah on the other hand was in no hurry to finish. Or even to get to the best part. She delighted in slowly lapping up every little droplet of arousal with just the tip of her tongue, happily humming to herself, really selling how much she loved the taste. The whole thing would have felt pretty frustrating in its slowness, if Leah hadn't mixed it up by kneading my lower lips with her own, giving them the softest massage that made me burn up while feeling so unbelievably good.

What made these gentle yet heavenly stimulating ministrations extra nice was the contrast to Emma's ordeal. While I got to enjoy silky lips and a nimble tongue, Emma was put through hell by the relentless wand. She was still unmistakably begging through her gag, hoping against hope that Jane would finally have mercy on her and grant her inflamed clit relief from the painful vibrations.

Only when Leah had cleaned up every last sticky proof of my arousal did she move in for the kill. She coaxed my clit out from its hood with gentle, deliberate licks. Not that there was much work to do there. I was so turned on that my clit had swollen to the point of peaking out on its own. And as if to maximize the contrast to the brutal stimulation Emma was going through, Leah caressed my most sensitive spot with her soft lips before closing them around it and sucking with barely any pressure, just enough to make every single nerve ending tingle.

"Told you she's good," Jane said with a chuckle.

I just gave an awkward grin back, too embarrassed by how badly I was coming undone to think of a good answer. There was no denying it: Leah simply was too good. I could barely even breathe when she worked my clit as if her lips were the world's most sensual thumbscrews.

For all the contrast going on, there was one thing my state and Emma's had in common: Neither of them was about to end any time soon. Leah consistently refrained from the strong licks and the proper suction that would have pushed me towards climax. It should have been infuriating how she used only her lips and the gentlest lapping motions, but somehow she managed to hold me in a hot simmering state that I didn't mind staying in. She wasn't just good at giving oral, she clearly had lots of experience providing this kind of more long term pleasure. I could totally picture Jane working at her desk for hours, all the time enjoying the soft ministrations of Leah's mouth to give a sexy touch to an otherwise mundane activity.

What I lacked in frustration, Emma more than made up for. While Leah kept me floating in bliss, her begging grew more and more urgent. Despite her obvious exhaustion she still made a little jump every time the wand touched her pussy, showing just how uncomfortable the vibrations had become for her. At some point I asked Jane when it would be time to show mercy, but she waved me off. We weren't even at the final stage after all. Which was fine with me. There were far, far worse ways to spend my time than to have my pussy expertly worshiped while a suffering submissive provided background ambiance.

No matter how gentle Leah was, though, my arousal put a limit on my patience. Soon I had to suppress the urge to grab Leah's head and shove her face into my crotch, forcing her to go harder. While it was embarrassing to let Jane hear my wanton moans, staying silent wasn't an option for long. As I grew louder, Emma funnily enough got quieter. Even her twitches subsided as exhaustion finally got the better of her. She still twitched and whimpered, but there was no fight left in her.

"Looks like we've made it," Jane said. "Stage five, 'Acceptance'. Though you could just as well call it 'Despair'. Either way we've reached the point where for better or worse she's made peace with the fact that there's nothing she can do except lie there and take it until we decide it's enough."

She walked over to Emma and stroked her cheek. I couldn't tell if it was meant as a gentle gesture or an extra bit of humiliation, since her fingers ended up smearing Emma's drool over hitherto dry parts of her face. And she still didn't bother removing my panties from her face.

"Since you were so doubtful in the beginning, we can make a little experiment. I could offer to let her out, but only if she puts on her chastity belt for a week. What do you think how quickly she'd take me up on it?"

Emma wailed into her gag. While it was hard to imagine just how badly she was suffering by this point, I understood the miserable dilemma she faced all too well. Of course she'd be ready to do just about anything to get away from the wand, but following this afternoon of overstimulation up by locking her aching clit away for an entire week was evil. The hot kind of evil, to be sure, but with Leah's lips and tongue making me yearn for my own relief, the idea of chastity had a horrifying edge to it.

"Has she really been bad enough to deserve that?" I asked.

"Oh, she's been plenty insolent," Leah said. "Just remember how much sass she gave you."

It was true that Emma had started things off by showing her bratty side. Still, when the two of us had been alone, she'd gone out of her way to let me explore my budding sadistic streak. She hadn't needed to let me overstimulate her when she was still facing an undetermined length of suffering under the wand, and yet she'd done it anyway. As hot as it might be to see her punished, it wasn't fair for Jane to think her a bad girl. Speaking up for Emma was the least I could do to repay her kindness.

My recounting of what had happened in Jane's absence was short and choppy. Partly because saying these things out loud was embarrassing, but also because Leah didn't stop worshiping my pussy. It was pretty hard to get out a straight sentence with a cheeky tongue playing around my clit.

"Sounds like she's made quite an effort to redeem herself," Jane said when I'd managed an at least somewhat coherent summary. "Maybe she doesn't need a week to drive the lesson home after all. Still, it wouldn't be fun to let her out without some kind of forfeit. Any suggestions?"

What was I supposed to say? I could certainly think of some additional punishments to finish things off, but nothing felt right. It didn't help that the only thing I really wanted right now was to finally get off.

Wait, couldn't that be the solution?

"What about we only let her go if she finishes eating me out first?"

Jane laughed. "That's barely a punishment. But sure, knock yourself out. Leah, get up! Leave at least some work to Emma."

I had to take back my earlier assessment: Leah's teasing technique might not have been actively frustrating while she was at it, but holy shit did that change the moment she stopped. I had to look down to double check that my pussy wasn't actually as swollen as it felt. It was all I could do not to reach down and finish the job myself.

Sensing my impatience, Jane wasted no time to free Emma from her gag. By the time she took my panties away as well, I'd already half crawled onto the bed.

"You don't mind, right?" I quickly checked in with Emma, but it was more a reflex than an actual question. Emma didn't even bother answering. In fact she didn't even bother swallowing. She kept her mouth open and stuck out her tongue to invite me for a ride, unbothered by the mess she was making of herself.

Emma's technique once I'd straddled her face could only be described as a messy affair, broad licks all over my pussy followed by an oral assault on my clit to overwhelm me with pleasure and get me off as quickly as possible. Not even a hint of Leah's grace, just all the flaws I'd found in all my other partners, dialed up to eleven. It was the sloppiest, most primitive way I'd ever been eaten out.

I came within seconds, leading into what might well have been the best orgasm of my entire life.

Afterwards I was embarrassed about having Jane see me screaming, cursing and literally grinding her girlfriend's face, completely losing control of myself. In the moment I didn't care. All that mattered was how insanely good it felt to have all the pent up pleasure erupt in violent waves of bliss that shook me to my very core.

Where Leah had used pleasure like an artist used a fine brush, Emma wielded it like a sledgehammer. She attacked me with slobbering licks, sucked my clit like her life depended on it, at times even let me feel her teeth in her recklessness. Under other circumstances it would have been uncomfortable, and even a little disgusting how she didn't care about the messiness at all, but in that moment it was exactly what I needed to milk my climax for all it was worth.

I had no idea how long Emma ate me out through what must have been several orgasms in a row. By the end I was almost as exhausted as she was. It also took me that long to realize that she wasn't twitching and whimpering anymore, and had not been since the start. Jane must have taken the wand away to make sure nothing distracted her girlfriend from giving me the best time possible.

Still, the first thing Emma did once Jane freed her wrists, even before wiping her mouth, was to reach for her crotch. Not to finish herself off, though. She might have escaped chastity, but I still doubted she'd voluntarily seek out any stimulation for at least the rest of the day.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much that hurt," she said, her words slurred from the hours of having her jaws occupied by a gag. And my pussy.

Maybe I could have regained at least some semblance of authority if I'd replied with "And you have no idea how much I enjoyed watching you hurt" or something along those lines. I didn't feel like quips, though. The day had been amazing, Emma had been amazing, and I wanted her to know it.

"Thanks for letting me make it worse for you anyway. I really appreciate that," I told her. Though I couldn't help adding "And I also appreciated your enthusiasm at the end there."

Emma gave a hoarse laugh. "Sure thing. I had to show you how much fun being a Mistress can be after all. And it was also fun for me. In a way." Another laugh, this one even more dry and crazed than the last. "Still, for the sake of all your future subs, promise me that you'll only do this punishment when they really deserve it. It's hell."

"I'll keep it in mind," I said, smiling to myself.

The rest of the day we just hung around (after showering, of course) with nothing overtly kinky going on. We could all do with some normality after such an intense scene, especially Emma, who needed lots of aftercare to deal with the lingering ache. But that didn't extinguish the glow I'd taken with me from that basement. The glow that came with the absolute certainty that I truly was a domme. And I couldn't wait to find out where else this path would lead me.