It's Just Play - Part 1 (FxF)

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It's just play, I tell myself over and over again. She cries against her leather muzzle, her voice even more angelic than when she regularly speaks. My pussy could get hard just by her voice alone, and, if I was being honest, has gotten wet by her voice before.

But that was when she spoke about her passions, her interests, her career. When she allowed me to learn more about her. I knew then that I was irrevocably mesmerized by her.

I knew that she would become a very dear friend, yet there was part of me that yearned for more. She is a gem that I secretly want to lock away and only pull out on special occasions. I want her entirely just for me.

The thought of her confined and walked in public, her beauty reserved for me. I knew it was possessive and unrealistic, but it was easy to imagine knowing she liked that. My eyes trailed along her plump form, her body squished and squeezed in the leather corset in all the right ways.

Such a confident woman, but sometimes so unkind towards the temple her spirit resides in. I understood, but at the same time I didn't. How she couldn't see just how enchanting she truly was.

But I would help her see it, I'd help her feel it. Her saliva pooled on the floor beneath her jaw, her body writhing on the ground, all while her arms squirmed in the binder that tugged on her ankles, her body connected in hogtie fashion. My poor, beautiful angel, becoming such a mess, the leather encasing her body creaking softly from her struggles.

I wonder how sweaty she had become, how wet she was between her legs. Smirking, I knelt down in front of her and caressed her cheek with my gloved hand, causing her to whimper in response. Had enough, doll? It's so hard to understand you with your mouth like this, I teased.

She grunted back disapprovingly, reminding me that she is stubborn. Oh gods, she was adorable. It made me far too aroused how a woman like this, normally coy, clever, and quick, could become this cute, helpless doll for me.

Of course I lust for her, but there's something else I don't want to admit to, something deeper that I knew was even more taboo than the play we initiated in. We made an agreement, and I would abide by it. As long as I keep up my mantra, I should be able to resist falling down this rabbit hole, right? It's just play.

It's just play. Sylvia I huffed through my nostrils as I violently wriggled again, her chuckle making my pussy ache even more. At this point, I was soaked in between my legs, the leather sticking to my thighs, though I felt the collection of my nectar shifting from my movements, the leather enveloping my body feeling extra tight, extra hot.

She hasn't even done anything to me yet except redress and bind me, and I was already like this. Her hand found my body and ran along the curves, squeezing wherever she pleased, oh so possessively. It made me moan in delight, something about the way she touched me, the way she bound me, the way she chuckled at my struggles.

It was just right. She wasn't my first playmate, but she was the first to make me feel truly safe and comfortable, the first person to really listen to me, to accommodate me. She was more than that to me, and I knew.

It scared me. I was deprived of my senses except for my hearing, my eyes covered with a padded blindfold, but soon found myself introduced to light once again, wincing a little at her for not warning me, which only made her chuckle again. The woman that I had chosen as my mistress stared down at me as she towered over me, her own body in dress pants and a cozy sweater.

She wasn't astronomically taller than me, but while I was hogtied like this, she looked like one to worship. I glared up at her, but only until I landed on her intense eyes, where my eyes softened. We both gazed at each other, saying nothing, and time seemed to slow down for a moment.

Was she always this alluring? I could gaze into those dark eyes forever, could get lost in them. I caught myself turning my eyes from hers and grunting in slight annoyance at her.

I attempted to say, the woman smiling at me amused at my incoherent babble. Even though my face was red from no doubt being hot in leather and my frantic wriggling, her smile was what made me blush. Come again? She chirped, making me pout.

She knew what I was saying, and was just playing dumb, a wicked game she played so she could punish me more. She would only stop when she heard my safe word. I couldn't deny that it was one of the many things I found delicious about her.

Well, I'm going to assume that you said something not so nice, because you're, well, you. She winked and bent over, my eyes widening in both terror and delight as she smacked my ass cheeks, one after the other with the firm swing of her hands, my body bouncing against the carpet as I cried out from the sting. After the series of spankings and my muffled yelping, she finally halted and rubbed my cheeks where she spanked, my corset feeling tighter than it had earlier.

A sniffle escaped, her hand reaching under my chin and she held it firmly. She forced me to look up at her, my makeup no doubt messier now, but my eyes were once again gazing into hers, my eyebrows drooping a little at how powerless I was. I struggled again, the leather making its beautiful creaking sounds as I tried to pull my face out of her grasp, but she would not let me.

My heart thundered in my chest, my eyes darting around to focus on something, anything else but her magnetic gaze, those windows to her soul. I knew what was happening, and I could not, would not let myself fall. I've done this before, falling for someone when they didn't view me that way.

No, no, this is fine, I'm fine. So in order to protect that peace, I uttered my special safe word against my gag. Sugar.

She released my chin, her hands immediately slipping my gag off and working to undo my bindings. I still noticed the shift in her eyes when she said to work. It was funny, I didn't utter my safe word because my limits in the play were reached.

I said it because my heart was beginning to call for her, and I needed that to stop. This was just play after all, it's just play.