Don't Be Shy 22

Kara felt… almost like an actress. Slipping into a role as readily as she would put on a mask. She burrowed into the part she had to play, completely stepping out of herself, making her world all the little cues Lena gave, her responses, her slightest tics and looks and gestures.

Even the strap-on was becoming something else, something she could perform with it. It wasn’t just some inanimate hunk of plastic. There was more to it. If it was Lena’s she accepted it, she wanted it.

And at the same time, she wasn’t someone else. This wasn’t a mask, exactly, wasn’t a persona. Kara let something out of her. Something in her that responded to Lena’s pleasure and orders and authority. It was… simple… to think of it as part of the job, a uniform she put on to do her duty. But it wasn’t just chance that she was good at it.

Kara could see Lena’s eyes light up—see the anticipation of a performance she knew would please her. The words came easily to Kara. It was what Lena wanted to hear, but it was also what she wanted to say.

She parted her lips… brushed them against the tip of the strap-on… let some of the wetness from inside her mouth gloss the hard silicone, leave it gleaming, shiny. Lena’s breath came faster.

Kara opened her mouth wider. She approached the dildo again. She stopped and Lena’s legs tensed; her mistress wanted so bad to take Kara’s head in her hands and jam the strap-on in her mouth and fuck her face just like she’d said she would, but she wanted Kara’s performance more.

Kara’s begging.

Kara’s need.

Kara’s eyes flicked up. She wanted Lena’s desire too, but she tried to ignore that. Couldn’t spare the time now to sort out what was inside her and what was this performance on top of her.

So she let out the words that she knew would make Lena tense more, want more… make Mistress give her a fucking that only Kara could take. “Oop, I almost forgot to ask permission. Please may I suck it, Mistress? I want to suck it so bad, Mistress…”

“Danvers,” Lena husked warningly. “You’re getting full of yourself.”

Kara gave Lena a girlish giggle. If she wanted to keep calling her a cheerleader, well, Kara hadn’t forgotten how to play that part either. “How can that be, Mistress?” she asked, all blonde, all Marilyn Monroe. “You haven’t filled me at all yet.”

Her wrists chafed at the tightness restricting her, but it was almost reassuring. She was servicing Lena, worshiping Lena… she didn’t exactly know, but she knew it wouldn’t stop until she was satisfied and Lena was satisfied and she was satisfied because Lena was satisfied…

Lena’s eyes flickered to her neatly tied hands at the small of her back, the little noises of tension as she tested their restraint. She enjoyed knowing that Kara was bound. She liked the reminder.

Kara’s head drifted forward. Her lips ghosted over the tip of the strap-on. Then she backed up, looking up into Lena’s eyes. She wished her Mistress could actually feel what she was doing… it should’ve been infuriating that Lena couldn’t… but somehow in the roil of all she was feeling, she didn’t end up with disappointment.

It didn’t matter if Kara did a good job of mouthing it, sucking it, licking it. All that mattered was the performance. She had to look good for Lena, sound good—moan and whimper and coo like she’d never had anything as sweet in her mouth, not ever. It wasn’t lovemaking, but it wasn’t sex either—it was pure pleasure, all for Lena… something no one else could do for her…

“All I want to do is please you, Mistress.” It felt so true, saying it in that moment. The words echoed back to Kara’s ears and she replayed them in her head, over and over, but they still didn’t feel like acting. “It’s the best feeling in the world to know I made you come…”

Her tongue licked out. It passed over the end of the dildo. The taste was faintly plastic, sheeny, but distant. It quickly went away, numbed under the blank taste of her own saliva coating the sex toy. Kara ran her tongue all over the phallus before she took it into her mouth.

It didn’t matter what she did to it. She wouldn’t give pleasure to the thing, couldn’t. But she was satisfying Lena with her act of submission… she was pleasing her Mistress.

“Ah, that’s very good, darling. Darling little Kara.” Lena’s hands went handcuffs tight in Kara’s hair. “So good, yes… you have such a good mouth for loving cock. What else is it good for, I wonder? Would you like to eat my pussy? Perhaps suck on my toes? Oh, that’s right, it doesn’t matter what you want. All that matters is that you’re a good girl.”

Lena was burning hotter. Kara could see the rosy flush creeping up from under her collar, feel heat radiating through her dishabilled suit and scorching Kara’s flesh like a summer sun.

She could tell, too, that Lena’s teeth were clenched—she was trying to hold in her moans, not demean herself by showing how much she was enjoying the efforts of a lowly little slut like Kara.

She didn’t want to spoil her Kara. She knew how much the cheerleader lived for knowing she’d pleased her Mistress.

God, it felt like Kara was split in two, her own mind half-asleep while Lena’s thoughts—what she thought were Lena’s thoughts—were loud as a bullhorn. Kara’s eyes leaked soft tears. Her mouth was so full. The dildo choked her, but she swallowed instead of trying to escape the penetration of her throat. She knew Lena liked the sound of her gurgling.

“It’s very easy to be a good girl with your hands tied, isn’t it? I wonder what you’d do if they were free. Would you touch yourself? Or touch me? You don’t have to worry about that now. All you have to do is suck. Suck hard, really hard, oooohh… yes. Oh yes.”

Kara moaned: somehow the strap-on had started to taste good, taste of Lena. She could smell Lena, just beyond the base of the dildo and the harness of the attachment… all the delicious satisfaction that Lena wasn’t letting herself voice, but even Lena wasn’t in control of that part of her.

It was wet and warm and Kara desperately wanted to taste it, not just gag herself on this inanimate cock while she looked at Lena’s pussy and basked in its readiness, shit, as ready to be fucked as she was to fuck it…

She couldn’t even moan well, not with her mouth so full. Kara knew that that if she took her mouth off the dildo, she could moan to set Lena on fire, go from here to things that would make this little game look like coy flirting.

But Lena wanted the strap-on in her mouth. The strap-on stayed in her mouth.

And Kara loved it, loved choking on it. She was glowing, throbbing, stuffed fuller with Lena’s praise than she ever could be by tongues, fingers, silicone, although she wanted those too.

She wanted everything Lena could give her, from the look in Lena’s eyes to the sweat beading her forehead.

Kara took one hand in the other, doubly binding herself, and feeling even more Lena’s as her Mistress began to lunge in and out of her widely ovaled mouth. Making Kara gag, making her sputter—and finally accept.

When Lena slowed, it was with an even greater effort than she’d filled Kara’s throat with. “I’m going to take you now. Like I did your mouth. If you want me to stop, you’d best say so now. I won’t once I’m in you. I’ll keep going and going until you come for me; until I see how much you can come for me.”

Only then did she take the strap-on away. Actually quaking from holding herself still; not putting the dildo back in or moving it to a better entryway, but letting Kara speak.

Kara would’ve begged if she were capable of it. Her voice rasped out of her, broken by the fucking she’d already been subjected to so that it was only a whisper. “I won’t want you to stop.”