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“Look in the mirror, pet,” Vivien urged.

Polly’s gaze slid to her reflection again.

“You love this, don’t you?” Vivien’s voice echoed Polly’s
thoughts. “You want me to spank you. You need to feel the sting on your bottom.
You want to watch yourself being punished.”

Yes…

“No!” Polly blurted, unable to admit it out loud. “No! Don’t
make me.”

One of Vivien’s eyebrows arched. She went to the shelf again
and returned with something round and red, something with straps.
A gag!

Polly shook her head. She wouldn’t accept a gag in her
mouth. She couldn’t. There’d be no way for her to scream, for her to use her safeword.

“No,” she whimpered, some traitorous part of her still
avoiding her word as Vivien traced the ball over her lips.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart. That’s it.”

Shaking, Polly parted her lips. Vivien pushed the ball into
her mouth and deftly fastened the straps behind her head before Polly could
protest. Her mewling was muffled as she adjusted to the feel of the red ball between
her teeth. It seemed too big—her mouth too full. Just like her bottom.

Vivien stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Oh, that’s
lovely.” Moving behind Polly, she angled her head up so that she had to look at
herself in the mirror again. “See how beautiful you look?”

Polly knew she should avert her eyes but she couldn’t.
Vivien’s words washed through her.
Lovely. Beautiful.

“You’ve given me a wonderful gift,” Vivien said, her hands
roaming down the insides of Polly’s arms, around to cup her breasts. While the
fingers of one hand kneaded her nipple the others skimmed down her belly to
fork through her folds.

Polly shuddered as the finger wriggled its way into her
channel.

“Does that feel good?” Vivien purred in her ear.

Polly nodded. Being restrained only enhanced the sensations
between her legs. Her muscles flexed and released. The bars prevented her from
moving her hips or legs. The wide spread of her arms denied her upper body any
movement. Unable to speak, she groaned.

The bliss of the finger retreated and Vivien stooped to
retrieve her paddle.

Polly’s pulse accelerated. She loved the contact with her Mistress,
the attention. The connection of willingly submitting to this gorgeous,
dominant woman carried her to heights she’d never known in traditional sex.

Her gaze shifted to the reflection of the mirror behind her.
Her ass pushed out and the nub of the plug was visible. Her pussy lips
glistened with wetness.

“If you come while I’m spanking you, I’ll put you in the
corner,” Vivien threatened.

Polly’s heart seemed to beat in her throat as she waited for
the first smack.

“Nod if you understand.”

Eyes still fixed on her rear, Polly nodded.

“Do you deserve to be punished?” The paddle glided over
Polly’s thighs and backside.

She nodded vigorously. Her fingers curled around the chains.
Mouth dry with anticipation, she strained to brace herself.

Vivien stepped to the side so that Polly had a full view of
herself. The paddle swung back, not nearly as far as Polly would have thought,
and then with a flick of her wrist Vivien delivered the first breathtaking
swat.

Fire warmed Polly’s bottom. She sucked in through her
nostrils, moaned against the ball gag. The lines blurred between pain and
pleasure, creating some whole new sensation she couldn’t define.

Again the finger teased into her cunt then withdrew. Another
hard lick of the paddle landed on her ass. Through the haze of subspace Polly
watched as the thick stripe blushed bright red. The sight of it intensified her
arousal.

Her clit burned with the need to be touched, rubbed. Her
nipples felt raw. Tight.

“Lift your finger in lieu of your safeword,” Vivien said. “Understand?”

Polly nodded and gripped the chains tighter. She wouldn’t be
using that safeword. Not today. She wished she hadn’t been gagged so she could
beg for more. She wanted her ass and thighs to burn. She wanted the paddle’s
sting to linger when Vivien allowed her a second taste of her pussy.

Taboo desires filled Polly’s thoughts, fleeting through her
head like the wisps of a dream. Vivien kissing her on the mouth, touching her
everywhere, holding her. Telling her she was perfect and beautiful.

Making love.

An exchange of power instead of the current confines of
their relationship.

Physical sensation chased Polly’s fantasies away. She tried
to cling to them, but found all she could concentrate on was her body.

More sharp smacks punished her bottom, the finger
alternating to probe her channel. An orgasm lurked, just out of reach.
Oh
yes…

No!
She couldn’t come. Ma’am hadn’t given her
permission. She whimpered and tried to keep the orgasm at a distance.

“Do you want to come?”

Damn, was the woman a mind reader as well?

Polly nodded. She struggled against her bonds. The warm heat
in her bottom had aroused her beyond control. Her cunt shimmied inside, the
quickening just there, just…

Please…

The paddling had stopped but now Vivien’s finger teased in
and out of her. Polly’s mind blanked as she focused on nothing except the
slick, slow slide of the finger in her pussy. Vivien’s lips brushed her ear. “Have
you learned your lesson?”

Polly struggled to nod. Any movement threatened to make her
come.

“Do you need release?”

Tears streamed unchecked down Polly’s cheeks. She nodded
again. Her gaze flicked to the reflection where she could see Vivien’s finger
lazily pumping in and out of her. The image fused with the sensation of being
invaded and reminded her of the thick plug. If she added one more finger… If
she stroked just a little bit faster…

With her free hand Vivien rubbed Polly’s striped-red flesh. “You
can come now, pet.” The second finger slipped inside her. One, two, three hard
thrusts…

Polly surrendered. Almost instantly her body convulsed
against the restraints. Both passages clamped down on their invaders. She bit
down on the ball in her mouth. Wild, muffled moans filled the otherwise quiet
space.

“Come,” Vivien encouraged, still fucking her. “Keep coming.”

Historically Polly’s orgasms had been short-lived, fleeting
moments of bliss. But
this
…

The spasms continued, growing in intensity. Savage pleasure
racked her, shooting in lightning bolts to her scalp and down to her toes.
Every muscle in her body seemed ready to snap. A second orgasm rushed up and
seized her. Head hanging, she sagged, giving herself over to the restraints.
Ecstasy rendered her breathless, at the edge of consciousness.

Vivien didn’t stop until Polly had gone completely limp.

Polly became vaguely aware of the gag being removed. She
smacked her dry lips, slowly floating back to her senses as first one ankle and
then the other was released. Her strained muscles protested when she moved her
legs. She feared she’d collapse when one arm was freed. Vivien guided her hand
to the bar. Polly held to it for support as the other wrist was released.

“Are you all right?” Vivien’s hand smoothed over Polly’s hair.

Polly’s gaze collided with Vivien’s. An all-consuming need
to please her Mistress reared up hard in her in spite of her fatigue. Polly
pushed away from the bar, sank down to her kneeling position and laced her
fingers behind her head. “Yes Ma’am.”

The approval in her Mistress’s eyes made Polly proud. She’d
endured her punishment. She’d resisted the urge to come until Vivien had
allowed it. Aching for reward, she basked in the approval shining in Vivien’s
eyes.

Inhaling, Vivien leaned against the bar and drew up her
skirt to expose the beautiful juncture between her thighs. “Come here,” she
said as she spread her legs.

Polly crawled to her and without being told, put her hands
behind her back and nuzzled her face into Vivien’s luscious pussy.

Vivien gripped the bar to keep her knees from buckling. Her
eyes drifted shut as she felt the warmth of Polly’s tongue tease into her
crease, circle her clit. Polly angled, inadvertently pushing her, and Vivien
struggled to maintain her balance. Her feet shifted farther apart, admitting
more. She tilted her hips toward the hungry mouth.

Polly’s tongue searched between her pussy lips. Vivien’s
thighs trembled. Her hand shook as she let go of the bar and threaded her
fingers through the thick, blonde strands of Polly’s hair.

What would it be like to lie in a bed next to her? To give
and receive without the power structure?

Vivien quickly willed her little fantasies away. She herself
had set the rules. This was not a romantic relationship.

But during aftercare… If I just held her in the bed… Just
for a little bit.

Polly deserved to be consoled after the punishment she’d
taken.

Besides, Polly’s questionnaire had revealed a delicate bit
of insight into her psyche. Though she masked it well the girl desperately
longed for approval from an authority figure.

The need wasn’t uncommon among young lesbians, but left
unfulfilled could prove detrimental to their ability to form lasting
relationships. Or worse, lure them into liaisons with abusive partners.

Vivien’s conflicting thoughts faded as sensation built
between her legs. Polly sucked at her clit, working her lips over the swollen
bud. Vivien gazed at her and then closed her eyes once again as she gave in to
the rush of orgasm. She pursed her lips to keep from crying out as ecstasy
rippled through her. Holding Polly’s head tightly, Vivien rolled her hips to
take every last bit of pleasure.

When she finally caught her breath she stroked Polly’s hair.
Shimmering wetness glistened on the sub’s lips. Her pupils were still enlarged,
indicating she was still deep in subspace. “Well done, pet,” Vivien praised. “Come
with me.”

Polly crawled behind her as Vivien crossed the studio to the
darkened corner where she’d positioned a bed behind a curtain.

“Bend over the side of the bed,” she instructed.

Polly obeyed without question and Vivien gently removed the
plug. She dropped it in a small sink and rinsed her hands before dampening a
washcloth with warm water.

After pushing Polly’s hair aside Vivien bathed the back of
her neck then moved down her spine, smoothed the cloth over each reddened ass
cheek and then dipped it between her legs to clean up the wetness and remnants
of lubricant.

Vivien tossed the cloth in the sink and turned back around.
Polly remained in position, legs spread, ass high, head down. Vivien’s channel
clenched at the beautiful sight. Her pulse began to race as she imagined
crawling into that bed with her sub. Skin against skin.

It would make more sense to cover her with a warm blanket
and sit on the side of the bed to soothe her. But even as Vivien told herself
those very words she began unbuttoning her blouse. Tension knotted her stomach
as she slipped it off and carefully hung it on a hook. Her nude lace bra
followed, then her heels, her skirt, her stockings and garter belt.

She moved to the side of the bed, gathered a throw and sat. “Come
here,” she said softly.

Polly climbed onto it and into Vivien’s arms. Together they
lay back on the sheets as Vivien covered their bodies with the blanket. She drew
Polly’s head down onto her shoulder, sighing as the sub’s legs tangled with
hers under the warmth of the covers.

Vivien held her, stroking her hair and back until she felt
the shift in Polly’s body.

Usually this would be the time to slowly get her client
moving but Vivien didn’t want the moment to end just yet. Holding someone this
way, so close…

She breathed in. How long had it been? She hadn’t realized
she missed it so much until now.

She cleared her throat. “Are you all right?”

Polly let out a little moan of pleasure. “More than all
right.” She stretched but made no move to leave Vivien’s embrace. “I feel
so…relaxed,” Polly offered. “Like after a massage.”

Vivien felt anything but relaxed. Her nipples ached to be
touched and kissed. She wanted to slide her legs against the silky pair draped
over hers, to move her palms over Polly’s body, her breasts, pussy and ass.

“Can we…can we talk?” Polly asked.

Vivien swallowed against the thickness in her throat. “Of
course.”

“I don’t understand this,” Polly offered, the clarity
slipping back into her voice with every word. “I mean, everything I’ve ever
been taught seems, well, wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“I’ve spent the most part of my life advocating for women’s
rights. Believing women should show their strength. And here—here I would
suffer any humiliation you dealt me just for a stroke on the head, for a kind
look, for…this.”

Vivien breathed in the scent of Polly’s hair. Her strength
masked the wounded little girl within who only wanted to be reassured and
accepted. But Polly wasn’t ready to hear that yet. She needed to be
shown
it. “Why does strength mean having to be dominant? I think the real strength
lies in being submissive. In knowing your limits, your boundaries, in
controlling your own pleasure without saying a word.”

“I never thought of it like that,” Polly whispered. She was
silent for a moment before she asked, “But where does that leave you? When you
first got started how did you reconcile it? What made you want to be a
dominatrix?”

Vivien chuckled but her laughter held no mirth. “I enjoy
helping my clients on their journey to a full awakening.”

“I’m a women’s studies major and even to me that sounds like
some sort of New Age-y bullshit.”

For such a young woman Polly was astute. Vivien didn’t want
to reveal the real reason. It would make her vulnerable. Exposed. She needed to
keep a certain emotional distance from her clients and opening up to them would
hurt their experience.

“It’s true,” Vivien hedged. “I’m part psychologist, part
confidante, part sex therapist.” It wouldn’t do to frighten Polly with the
whole
I’m terrified of being vulnerable so I have to be in control
truth.

“Have you ever—” Polly began but then stopped. “Never mind.”

Even though Vivien knew what Polly was about to ask she
prodded anyway. “Have I what?”

“Been involved with a client.”

She hesitated. “Yes, but I learned my lesson there. It’s not
professional. And it takes away from the client’s experience. The session is
not as realistic, not as effective.” Vivien continued, hoping to clarify. “There’s
a natural leaning to attribute romantic feelings to a Domme or sub. But in the
daylight it rarely works out. Without the magic of the power interchange, the
relationship aspect often falls flat.”

It hadn’t fallen flat with Claire…

Vivien squeezed her eyes shut. Claire was just the reminder
she needed to maintain her distance with Polly.

“Am I…am I different from your other clients?” Polly asked.

This was something all novices asked sooner or later. “Each
client’s needs are different and I adjust accordingly.”

Polly’s leg slid higher so that her knee rested between
Vivien’s thighs. “You seem to know what…what I need. How?”

“Your checklist. Your body language. Your responses,” Vivien
told her. “It’s in your eyes.”

“What do you get out of it?” Polly asked boldly.

She was out of subspace. Vivien should end the session but
she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comfort of Polly’s arms just yet.

Afraid Polly would sense it Vivien willed her tension away. “I’m
here to assist you.”

“You obviously enjoy something about it,” Polly said. “Because
your pussy is always wet when you let me eat it.”

Vivien’s breath caught. The ribald words caused a visceral
reaction in her channel. It clenched and clenched again. Vivid images filled
her thoughts, starring a blonde sub nudging closer, nibbling, licking, sucking.

Mercy.

“Tell me why it turns you on,” Polly prodded, her voice
softer, filled with pleading not even a hardened dominatrix like Vivien could
deny.

There was no singular
it
that aroused her. But
rather, Polly basking in her own submission, her brown eyes almost black with
desperate need.

“Do you always allow your clients to—to taste you?” Polly
asked.

“No. Not always.” Hardly ever, in fact. Vivien didn’t
divulge that. “I try to anticipate what each client needs. No more. No less.”

Polly’s legs moved sensuously against hers. Vivien brushed
her cheek against soft, blonde hair and velvety skin. “Tell me about what it
was like when you realized you were a lesbian.”

Apprehension shivered through Polly’s limbs. “I was a
lesbian long before I realized it. When I was thirteen I made out with a friend
of mine. We kissed. Touched a little. No real sex or anything. God, it made me
so horny. I couldn’t wait to try it with a guy but when I did I didn’t have the
same physical reaction. I didn’t get turned-on by thinking about doing him. Not
in the least. When I thought about fucking my girlfriend though…shit. Just the
idea of tasting her, of making her come, made me so hot. After I finally had
sex with a lesbian I knew for sure.”

“Have you come out?”

“No. I mean, not to my parents. To my friends and all, yes,”
Polly said. She inhaled deeply and then blew out the breath. “I think my mom
suspected there was something between my friend and me in high school. We’d
been kissing in our poolhouse and we heard someone outside. When we looked my
mom was standing there, looking kinda funny. Not long after that we moved to
another town. My mom was always distant after that.”

“Are your parents religious?”

“Not so much religious as old school. My mom caught me
masturbating when I was little. I couldn’t have been more than four or five.
She spanked me and when my dad got home from work I overheard her telling him
about it. He laughed.” Polly’s voice got thicker as she went on. “I don’t guess
I’d ever known shame until then. I felt like—like something was wrong with me.”

“Those experiences make marks on our souls we carry with us
for a lifetime.”

Polly swallowed and snuggled closer. “Is that why I…why I
enjoy this so much? Because of that time I was spanked?”

“Possibly. There are myriad reasons for enjoying submission.”

“I’ve always felt as if something were missing. You know.
When I have sex with someone. Just something I need that they’re incapable of
giving. I thought it was me. But with you… Here I don’t know how to describe it
other than it—you—make me feel…whole.”

Vivien bit her bottom lip as Polly’s declaration inundated
her. This sort of thing happened. Her clients often confused their needs with
their emotions. It didn’t mean anything. There was no future for them. Not
really.

And if Polly was as talented as Mallory claimed then fame
would come and it’d be just like it was with Claire all over again.

Even given those very valid reasons Vivien did not encourage
Polly to dress and leave.

“Can I ask you something personal?” Polly asked.

Vivien swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

“Are you a lesbian or is this just part of the training?”

“Would it matter?” Vivien deflected, her tone colder than
she intended.

“It’s just that most of my lesbian friends are other women’s
studies majors. I only have a couple of musician friends who are gay. I’ve
never met anyone who does what…l-like you.” That leg eased up Vivien’s again.

Polly kept talking. “I asked because if you’re not gay you
ought to be.” She let out an uncomfortable laugh.

Vivien couldn’t help but chuckle. What would it hurt to let
her guard down? Just a little. “Yes, Polly. I’m a lesbian.”

Growing quiet, Polly burrowed her face against Vivien’s
chest and moments later Vivien heard even breathing, indicating she was asleep.

* * * * *

Polly wanted to kick herself. Hard. She knew she’d crossed
the line with Vivien but their session had left her feeling intoxicated. She
hadn’t been able to control herself.

A naughty thought snaked through her head. What if Vivien
punished her for it?

Polly sucked in a sharp breath as arousal engorged her clit.
The fragrant bubbles and silky, warm water of her bath had been enough to get
her pussy creaming. The thought of bending over Vivien’s lap for a good
old-fashioned hand-spanking was just too much.

Her hand glided under the bubbles, down her belly, straight
toward her…

“Fuck.” She groaned when she remembered Vivien’s rule.
No
masturbating.

“Damn it,” Polly muttered. Fuck Vivien’s instructions. Polly
was going to do it.

And hopefully pay for it tomorrow.

Leaning her head back against the rolled-up towel at her
neck, she circled her fingers over her clit, letting a scenario between her and
Vivien play out in her head.

* * * * *

Polly’s arms ached from holding them behind her as she
kneeled, legs spread. Her clit pulsed over and over as she realized she wasn’t
going to get the punishment for which she’d hoped.

Her ass hadn’t been plugged as soon as she got here, leaving
her disappointed and a little apprehensive.

Vivien sat on the sofa, looking insanely hot in a pair of
masculine black trousers, a white shirt, untied bowtie and black suit coat. Her
trademark retro makeup seemed at odds with her severely pulled-back hair. Legs
spread, she sat, lazily stroking a lifelike strap-on dildo.

“Twice?” Vivien demanded harshly.

“Yes Ma’am.” Tears stung Polly’s eyes. She’d been sitting
here like this for half an hour, tortured by holding her pose. More so by
Vivien dressed like a beautiful man.

Something about knowing that sweet, soft pussy was hidden
under all those mannish clothes made Polly so horny she couldn’t stand it.