Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia by A.L. Bryce Page A
Authors: A.L. Bryce
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almost sandpaper side. Delicious! Next, a new set of tit clamps, made so that when you sucked on the little stick attachment the clamps got tighter. Some self-warming lube. And finally, a pair of red patent leather ballerina fetish shoes with a nine-inch heel in Willow’s size. It was going to be a fun, fun night.
Willow stood in front of her mirrored closet doors, turning left and right. She had on a black leather spanking skirt and a red latex peephole bra. Until now Willow had always been told—or chosen to wear—lace and silk, the sheerer the better. This, she hoped, would be the unexpected surprise the mistress might enjoy.
She stepped into her Giueseppe Zanotti suede platform ankle boots and checked her makeup in the mirror. She’d put on more eye makeup then she’d ever worn before, rimming her green eyes with black in a slightly Egyptian way a la Liz Taylor in Cleopatra, but not that far out. She’d applied red lipstick and then gloss. Her lips looked slippery, like she’d just licked a nice pussy. Her hair was done up in a French twist and skewered with chopsticks—this too was something new. Willow’s hair was always worn down when she went to see her mistress.
She nodded at the mirror in satisfaction, flung on a 1960’s vintage Chanel Chinese-inspired coat, grabbed her clutch, and headed for the door.
She arrived a few minutes early and waited nervously for her phone to show the correct time so that she could ring the bell.
Sophia waited on the other side of the door. She could see Willow through the peephole and was surprised by her updo. And she wondered what was under the coat. She wasn’t surprised that Willow waited. Willow always arrived early and always waited for the exact time to ring the bell. She was such a good girl!
Sophia was naked but for thigh-high black patent leather stiletto boots and fingerless leather gloves that ended just above her elbows. She also wore a black lace eye mask she’d found on, of all places, Etsy.com.
The clock struck 9 and the doorbell rang.
Sophia waited thirty seconds then pulled the door open. Willow stepped inside.
“Take off your coat.”
Willow unbuttoned the coat and let it drop to the floor.
Sophia had to stop herself from showing any emotion. Willow looked FUCKING HOT. Sophia had thought Willow would splurge on some La Perla or something ... she wasn’t expecting Willow to dive into fetish attire.
“I’m pleased.”
Willow flushed with happiness.
“Turn.”
Seeing the back of the paddle skirt caused a surge of juices to flow in Sophia’s cunt.
Oh, my, my, my.
“Follow.”
Sophia led Willow back into the bedroom. A black patent leather under-bust corset was laid out on the bed.
“Put this on me.”
Willow picked up the corset and wrapped it around her mistress’s waist. Sophia held the sides while Willow began to expertly lace it. She pulled it tight; she knew her mistress’s tastes when it came to corsets.
“Bring me that paddle.”
Willow went to the bed and picked up the new paddle. She handed it wordlessly to Sophia, her pussy lips plumping with anticipation.
“Bring me the stretcher bar.”
Willow went to the closet and took out the stretcher bar. She took it to Sophia and waited.
Both Sophia and Willow knew the next several steps in this part of the game but Sophia was always pleased that Willow never stepped ahead, always followed protocol.
“Take the bar and stand over by that wall with your back to me.”
Willow obeyed.
Sophia came up behind her, took the spreader bar and strapped it to one and then the other of Willow’s ankles.
“Hold on to the wall.”
Willow leaned forward slightly placing the flats of her hands against the wall and jutting her ass out.
Beautiful, she’s beautiful, Sophia thought as she brought the padded side of the paddle down onto those luscious ass cheeks peeking out from the straps of the paddling skirt. One stroke, two, three gentle ones to get Willow warmed up, then some with
Willow stood in front of her mirrored closet doors, turning left and right. She had on a black leather spanking skirt and a red latex peephole bra. Until now Willow had always been told—or chosen to wear—lace and silk, the sheerer the better. This, she hoped, would be the unexpected surprise the mistress might enjoy.
She stepped into her Giueseppe Zanotti suede platform ankle boots and checked her makeup in the mirror. She’d put on more eye makeup then she’d ever worn before, rimming her green eyes with black in a slightly Egyptian way a la Liz Taylor in Cleopatra, but not that far out. She’d applied red lipstick and then gloss. Her lips looked slippery, like she’d just licked a nice pussy. Her hair was done up in a French twist and skewered with chopsticks—this too was something new. Willow’s hair was always worn down when she went to see her mistress.
She nodded at the mirror in satisfaction, flung on a 1960’s vintage Chanel Chinese-inspired coat, grabbed her clutch, and headed for the door.
She arrived a few minutes early and waited nervously for her phone to show the correct time so that she could ring the bell.
Sophia waited on the other side of the door. She could see Willow through the peephole and was surprised by her updo. And she wondered what was under the coat. She wasn’t surprised that Willow waited. Willow always arrived early and always waited for the exact time to ring the bell. She was such a good girl!
Sophia was naked but for thigh-high black patent leather stiletto boots and fingerless leather gloves that ended just above her elbows. She also wore a black lace eye mask she’d found on, of all places, Etsy.com.
The clock struck 9 and the doorbell rang.
Sophia waited thirty seconds then pulled the door open. Willow stepped inside.
“Take off your coat.”
Willow unbuttoned the coat and let it drop to the floor.
Sophia had to stop herself from showing any emotion. Willow looked FUCKING HOT. Sophia had thought Willow would splurge on some La Perla or something ... she wasn’t expecting Willow to dive into fetish attire.
“I’m pleased.”
Willow flushed with happiness.
“Turn.”
Seeing the back of the paddle skirt caused a surge of juices to flow in Sophia’s cunt.
Oh, my, my, my.
“Follow.”
Sophia led Willow back into the bedroom. A black patent leather under-bust corset was laid out on the bed.
“Put this on me.”
Willow picked up the corset and wrapped it around her mistress’s waist. Sophia held the sides while Willow began to expertly lace it. She pulled it tight; she knew her mistress’s tastes when it came to corsets.
“Bring me that paddle.”
Willow went to the bed and picked up the new paddle. She handed it wordlessly to Sophia, her pussy lips plumping with anticipation.
“Bring me the stretcher bar.”
Willow went to the closet and took out the stretcher bar. She took it to Sophia and waited.
Both Sophia and Willow knew the next several steps in this part of the game but Sophia was always pleased that Willow never stepped ahead, always followed protocol.
“Take the bar and stand over by that wall with your back to me.”
Willow obeyed.
Sophia came up behind her, took the spreader bar and strapped it to one and then the other of Willow’s ankles.
“Hold on to the wall.”
Willow leaned forward slightly placing the flats of her hands against the wall and jutting her ass out.
Beautiful, she’s beautiful, Sophia thought as she brought the padded side of the paddle down onto those luscious ass cheeks peeking out from the straps of the paddling skirt. One stroke, two, three gentle ones to get Willow warmed up, then some with
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