Don't Be Shy 31

She washed up like Lena had asked, then splashed cold water on her face. She asked herself what she was doing – anal sex, sex for cash, and above it all the submissiveness to Lena that seemed more debauched than anything she'd physically done. But all those words were like echoes. They weren't actually spoken. They were just heard.

Kara stepped out of the bathroom and there was Lena. She’d stripped. Somewhat. There was the mask, of course. She wore her shirt unbuttoned, open to a wide swath of skin from the hollow of her throat to the first crisp hairs of her pussy. She had on a strap-on harness.

The base of the dildo hid her sex, but Kara through she could smell it, warm and pink. The scent of womanhood. It was underneath the smell of every girl she had ever met, but right now, with Lena, it was everything. All she could smell, all she could sense at all. Kara couldn’t be sure she was actually seeing Lena or if it was just the smell of that cunt making her see things. She was that overwhelmed. She was that lucky.

“What do you want me to do?” Kara asked.

“Not telling,” Lena said. In the pocket of her open shirt was a marker. The cap was still on. Kara didn’t want it to be.

She got down on her knees, then onto her hands. She padded forward, staring at Lena’s feet as they grew larger and larger in her vision. Until she was at them. Until she was kissing them. Kara felt no sense of shame. It was a natural thing to do.

Her kisses climbed up Lena’s smooth legs. Touched the hard bone of the kneecap, the supreme softness of the thigh. And finally, the alien harshness of the strap-on. Kara spat on it. Then she massaged her saliva into the dildo with her tongue. She left it literally spit-shined and looked up at Lena with the wonderful confidence of knowing she would get what she begged for.

“Can I kiss you? Before we start, I just—I need to kiss more than the strap-on. I have to kiss you.”

“After,” Lena said.

“You want to fuck me that bad?”

“That’s the thing. I can. Do you have any idea what it’s like that… I can?” Lena pointed a ways behind herself, to where she’d set the laptop down on the carpet. “There. Crawl.”

Kara went. Hand passing hand, knees shuffling forward. It didn’t feel uncomfortable. Not anymore.

She stopped in front of the laptop and Lena stepped on her back. Kara went down on her belly. Her face filled the screen. The webcam was recording, showing Kara her own face as everything she did was committed to digital memory.

“You’re going to watch,” Lena told her, kneeling down to straddle Kara’s thighs. “You’re going to see what a whore you are. How hard you come. How much you like it. I’ll be able to watch it on my phone.” She laughed and Kara knew what at—she could see her own excitement on the laptop screen. “I knew that would meet with your approval. Don’t worry, cheerleader. I’ll wear earbuds. No one but me gets to hear you squeal.”

Kara felt the first touch at her anus, the hard and unnatural feel of the dildo, so wrong and yet all she wanted. Testing a seal that’d never before been tried. Whatever Lena had done with her fingers before was no preparation. The dildo was far wider than her finger, than two of her fingers. When it pushed inward, Kara knew she wasn’t being fingered. She was being fucked.

She saw her face reflected back to her from the laptop. Through slitted eyes, she could see her mouth drop open. She tried to compose herself—it didn’t hurt that bad. The lubrication, the touching, they had done something to prepare her. But there was so much to feel, even if it wasn’t pain. Her mouth dropped open. Kara saw herself bite her lip, nostrils flaring, face reddening as the dildo bore into her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lena was chanting under her breath. Kara looked to the screen again. In the reflection, she saw Lena behind her, face downcast, eyes unblinking as they stared down at Kara’s ass. However much Kara was feeling this, Lena was equally absorbed in the sight of it.

Kara couldn’t even picture it. Her tiny asshole—so private that Kara didn’t even know what it looked like—now being expanded, made to fit this massive intrusion. Sweat stung her eyes. Kara looked to the screen again. It was all over her face. Tears clouded her eyes. Her lips parted… vivid pink of her mouth between them… and Kara let out a guttural, animal cry. She wasn’t closed anymore. She was open. Free to be used until Lena was done with her.

Lena put a hand on her back. Kara could only imagine how it felt to her—her muscles rioting, spasming mindlessly with all the sensation filtering out of her anus. Even her empty cunt was in on the act; a kaleidoscope of shifting feelings, cringing with the pain but always so wet, beckoning with shrill throbs to complete the balance… to be touched… there was a tremendous void in Kara, a readiness for pleasure to match the pain she felt at being unsealed. It was like dynamite that needed to be lit, but the only flame was the feel of the floor pressuring her cunt where she was caught between Lena’s pushing and the inescapable ground. It wasn’t close enough. She needed more.

Kara caught a glimpse of herself on the laptop as she spoke. She looked like she was begging for mercy, the way something would if they were being tortured. “May I touch myself, Mistress?”

“No,” Lena told her. “You come from being fucked in the ass. You come from being my bitch.”

More. Always more. Lena could not be satisfied with less than all of her. She pushed more and more into Kara’s hole, stretching a space that was two sizes too small for what she meant to sheathe in it, and Kara could only pant and try to bear the pain as it flirted with being pleasure. Until she felt Lena’s thighs pressing against her ass, telling her that she’d taken it all, that whatever virginity she had back there entirely belonged to Lena now. Her mistress had made her take everything there was to give; another inch of it and Kara felt sure she would’ve split in half, but that dildo was just the right size. Only a little too much—that was just enough.

Lena’s hands clasped Kara’s waist. They shook and once more Kara was halfway out of herself, halfway in Lena. Feeling this desperate urge of Lena’s to pump and thrust and fuck her ass even more than it already had been. The thought left Kara breathless. She barely recognized the woman being recorded on the laptop screen. An animal, a sexual plaything, unable to even feel pain because it wasn’t sex—everything was sex—she could shut her eyes and be only a sheath for Lena, but she wanted to feel it, wanted Lena to know she was giving into her. She stared at the webcam. She wanted Lena to see it every time she watched this footage.

I’m yours. I choose to be yours. I want what you to do to me. Whatever pleasure you take from this, I’ll enjoy it too. We’re partners in this. You can’t be the master without me being the slave. We complete each other. I can only take because of what you give. I am the receptacle because I have you to put inside me. Enjoy it. Enjoy it. And know I already have.

“You’re holding onto my cock so tight, cheerleader. I don’t think I’ll be able to pull it out of you. You must really like it… being my bitch…”

“I do, Mistress.”

“I like it too, Kara… fuck… your ass is so fucking hot… I can feel it on my cunt, Kara… feel it right through this dick…”

“Fuck me, Mistress.”

“Mm. Not yet… feels so good like this… can’t put anymore in… that tight ass is all mine… I can see it on my face. You know what you are. You’re going to know whenever you sit down… whenever you try and walk straight… and when I pull it out… see how your asshole is definitely not just an exit anymore… oh God… see how I fucked you wide open…”

Lena began to rock back and forth. Kara squealed. Every little motion that Lena made shifted the dildo in her ass, in her bowels, hurting her anew, and the hurt was so good. But it wasn’t what Lena was trying to do. She was rubbing herself against the base of the strap-on, stimulating herself with the nub built for her clit. Kara’s eyes rolled upward. She was getting Lena off. She was fucking her by taking her cock. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. Her jaw fell slackly open. She came, knowing she was getting Lena off.

Then she came from Lena driving deep into her ass, pounding their bodies together, pushing Kara to the limit she would need to go to for her Mistress to have all the pleasure she craved.

And as much as she screamed, the video always showed her smiling—when she had enough wherewithal to manage a facial expression.