Author of pretty much anything revolving around lesbian BDSM in some form or another. Even with the flood of content available on the net, I still feel like there’s far too few works exploring the countless ways women can have kinky fun with each other. I strive to explore as many interesting kinks and power dynamics as possible, but of course an avid reader will quickly find some themes I like to come back to.
The only truly unifying factor in my stories is that all characters are really into what’s happening. There will not be any truly nonconsensual acts in my stories, just like they are guaranteed not to feature any men in a sexual setting.
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“Please, treat me unfairly!” Those had been Anita’s words when she’d become part of her Mistress’ harem.
Since then she’d gotten exactly what she’d asked for and she’d loved every second of it. She loved it when another slave made a mistake and she got punished instead, under some flimsy pretense like “You should’ve prevented that” or “Obviously you haven’t been good enough of an example to your slave sister”. She loved how her Mistress always turned a blind eye when the other girls decided to capture and torment her (and in turn the others loved Anita for this opportunity to live out their dominant and cruel side). Most of all, though, she loved that she wasn’t rewarded with orgasms like the other slaves. Instead her (rare) rewards came in the form of challenges where she could earn an orgasm if she succeeded. Or an especially cruel punishment if she failed, because “she’d proven that she wasn’t worthy of the reward”.
Sometimes Anita bested these challenges. More often, she didn’t. As a result, she was usually one of the horniest girls in the harem. This created a feedback loop, where due to her arousal she was more likely to provoke her Mistress and the other slaves into giving her a hard time, which lead to more punishments and less rewards, which lead to even less orgasms and the cycle continued.
Still, she’d managed to be a good girl for long enough to earn herself a reward once more. Anita knelt to her Mistress’ feet, waiting to hear what challenge she’d have to endure this time. Her pussy was throbbing already and not just from the two weeks she’d been denied. She’d spent a good part of the previous night pinned down by a bunch of the other slaves, while Clara’d tortured her with a clit pump she’d smuggled into the sleeping quarters.
Clara, that fiery blond with the stunning slim body and irresistible lips, was usually the ringleader. Anita’d heard that Clara’d been close to quitting her place in the harem, because a strictly submissive lifestyle couldn’t satisfy her forever. Luckily, around that time Anita had joined, to everyone’s profit. Clara could finally live out her mean streak while Anita got someone playing the role of the big bad bully for her.
This same Clara was now kneeling beside Anita. Their Mistress had demanded her to be part of Anita’s reward. Anita knew exactly, if it’d been her who’d been caught with a stolen sex toy, she wouldn’t have gotten away so easily. Her punishment would’ve been drawn out and painful, most likely involving unholy amounts of clamps. Just thinking about this injustice got the juices flowing from her aching pussy. She really needed to secure herself that orgasm.
“We’ll keep this simple.” The Mistress’ voice cut through the silence. She pointed at a pile of pillows on the floor. “Clara, you’ll put your head there and Anita, you’ll squat over her. Clara will lick you for as long as you stay in position. If you move away before you’ve come, you clearly didn’t want that orgasm all that much. In which case I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if you don’t get one for another month.”
Anita swallowed. She’d been denied for a month before, but that had left her a complete horny mess. And at the time she hadn’t started the month with a dripping, aching pussy and two weeks of denial already behind her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give my best so that doesn’t happen.” Clara’s voice was saccharine. Her eyes shone in a way that Anita knew all too well. Clara wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
“I’m sure you will,” the Mistress said. “Because if you can’t make her come in time, it shows that you don’t have the oral skills I require of my slaves. In that case, since you obviously need more training, you’ll be the harem’s pussy girl for the next month. You’ll spend all your time licking my other slaves until I get the feeling that you’re good enough.”
Clara looked completely taken aback for a couple seconds. When she turned to Anita again, her eyes were still shining, but she didn’t even try to sound sweet anymore. “If you humiliate me like that, I’ll so make you pay for it.”
Anita just nodded. As expected, her Mistress acted like she hadn’t heard Clara’s obvious threat. If Anita failed, no one would rescue her when Clara decided to make her life hell. In what little time she had when she wasn’t forced to eat pussy, of course. That alone was almost reason enough to fail on purpose. Almost. As much as she loved being the harem’s bottom bitch, she knew that she’d go crazy if she couldn’t relieve her arousal from time to time and another month was fucking forever.
“Get in position!”
With a last warning glare Clara lay down and rested her head on the pillows. For a second the corners of her mouth twitched to a grin, though, betraying her act. Anita was sure that Clara’d have fun, no matter how this challenge ended. Which was kinda scary, though. It meant that Clara might choose not to try very hard, just to spite her.
There was nothing Anita could do about this, though, except for trying her best herself. Whatever that would turn out to be. She wasn’t exactly weak, but her leg strength was a far cry from what some of the other girls had. It would’ve surprised herself if she’d been able to hold a squat for a couple of minutes. Her only hope was that she was so horny that it shouldn’t take much stimulation to send her over the edge.
She stepped over Clara, one foot to each side of her chest, so her pussy would rest right on Clara’s mouth once she squatted down. Anita took a few deep breaths to get ready. She would’ve loved a bit of warming up, but a “Start!” from her Mistress made it clear that no further delays were acceptable.
Her first thought when she went down was that there was no way she’d make it. To reach Clara, she had to bend her knees until her thighs were almost parallel to the ground and her muscles protested against this strain from the first moment. Her second thought was that Clara was far too good at eating pussy.
Anita had never had Clara eat her out before. Well, unless you counted a couple of agonizing licks that time when Anita’d been three weeks denied and completely shaken from a particularly cruel edging session and Clara’d decided to continue right where their Mistress had left off. As it turned out, the mischievous blond wasn’t only good at teasing. Clara’s tongue attacked Anita’s pussy with a fervor that nearly made her lose her balance.
Anita bent forward, hands on her thighs to steady herself. She couldn’t tell if her burning muscles made it harder or easier to come. The constant focus on keeping in position certainly distracted her from Clara’s heavenly tongue, but at the same time the pleasure registered much more acutely. She couldn’t have relaxed to delay her orgasm if she’d wanted to, as that would’ve rubbed her of the muscle tension she needed to keep standing.
Her legs started shaking. She pushed down more strongly with her arms, but that only kept the shaking down for a couple seconds before it returned with a vengeance. Shifting her weight onto the balls of her feet helped a bit, but it also brought her hips forwards, so Clara couldn’t reach her clit anymore. Anita enjoyed that tiny bit of relaxation for a few more seconds before she shifted back.
In any other situation, she would’ve broken down already. Only that growing tension in her pussy made her push through the pain in her thighs and keep in position for a bit longer. Her orgasm was in reach. A few more licks in the right places would’ve been enough to push her over. Clara’s tongue lingered at the entrance to her pussy, though, providing more extraneous buildup instead of the sharp pleasure spikes she’d have needed. Maybe Clara didn’t realize her predicament and thought she could afford to go slowly. Or she knew exactly what she was doing and made her ride the edge on purpose so it would be even more cruel when she eventually failed.
Would Clara do that, though, and risk a punishment? Of course she would. Especially since eating pussy barely counted as a punishment. It was just another pretense for her to bully Anita. She’d said that she’d make her pay for the humiliation. Most likely she’d come up with some really lowly tasks for her to prove that Anita was still beneath her in the hierarchy. Maybe she’d make her eat her ass in front of all the other slave girls. Or suck her toes. And when she was finished, she’d lend her around, force her to worship all the other slaves as well. And all the while she’d be edged to madness by her Mistress and Clara alike.
Anita’s pussy clenched at that thought. Her legs shook and burned like crazy, but she was right there. Just a tiny bit more… She leaned back and when Clara’s tongue found her clit, she finally exploded.
She realized her error immediately. It’d taken all her strength and more to endure until this moment; there was none left to stay in position while the orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles finally gave in and she landed uncomfortably on her ass.
Her clit throbbed in protest. It had received just enough pleasure to push her over, but now there was nothing to keep the orgasm going. Her pussy desperately clenched around nothing. Anita reached between her legs to try and get at least something out of what was supposed to be her reward for being a good girl through two agonizing weeks.
“Keep your hands to yourself!”
Anita whimpered, but she wouldn’t go against a direct order from her Mistress. Even if it meant watching all that pleasure seep away. She gritted her teeth while her pussy and clit kept throbbing angrily. Even when they stopped, a dull ache remained that was stronger than it had been before this whole fiasco. The need from two weeks of sexual frustration wasn’t gone. Just the opposite. Anita was ready to beg Clara to eat her out again. Or finger-fuck her. Or at least let her hump her leg. Anything to let her have the release that’d been so cruelly stolen from her.
“Seems like you two couldn’t do it.” The Mistress smiled down on her slaves. “You know what that means.”
“Wait a second!” Clara got up. The sight of her sexy lips, still glistening in the dim light, was more than Anita could bear. “I did my part. I made her finish. It’s her problem if she ruins it.”
If Anita had talked to her Mistress like that, her Mistress would’ve made her regret it dearly. Not so with Clara.
“You’re right,” she said after a short contemplation. “You were a good girl and did exactly what I asked of you. In fact, I think you deserve a reward. You may use Anita to give you an orgasm, in any way you want.”
“Thank you, Mistress. You’re too kind.” Clara bowed down, just far enough that her Mistress wouldn’t see her face when she smirked at Anita.
“What about me, Mistress?” Anita asked. A ruined orgasm was a terrible reward, but at least it seemed as if she’d avoided further punishment.
Anita’s Mistress stepped in front of her. “As for you, do you really think that was a nice thing to do? Waste Clara’s effort like that?”
“No, Mistress,” Anita whispered. She had the sinking feeling that this was far from over.
“Right. What do you say, Clara?”
Clara didn’t even attempt to hide her smirk anymore. “I’d say it was pretty rude. I did my best and she doesn’t even appreciate it.”
Anita wanted to protest, say that she appreciated it very much, but she knew exactly that this would’ve only counted as further insolence.
“Did you hear that, slave?” her Mistress asked. “I think you need to learn to be more grateful than that. For the next month, you will nicely ask Clara every day to lick you. And you will thank her once she’s done. Clara will give you an orgasm at the end of the month, but only if she feels like you’ve learned your lesson and appreciate her for what she’s doing. Are we clear?”
“Just one question, Mistress,” Clara said with barely concealed giddiness “How long do you want me to lick her?”
“Do what you want, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your other duties. She needs to learn to take what she’s given.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Clara was positively beaming at that point. “As always, your kindness and justice are beyond equal.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Anita repeated, barely audible. Her pussy ached unbearably if she only thought about the coming month. Clara was going to tease and torment her to the brink of madness and she’d have to thank her for it, beg her to continue, even, or she wouldn’t stand a sliver of a chance to get rewarded in the end. It was so fucking unfair. And she loved it.
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“Please, treat me unfairly!” Those had been Anita’s words when she’d become part of her Mistress’ harem.
Since then she’d gotten exactly what she’d asked for and she’d loved every second of it. She loved it when another slave made a mistake and she got punished instead, under some flimsy pretense like “You should’ve prevented that” or “Obviously you haven’t been good enough of an example to your slave sister”. She loved how her Mistress always turned a blind eye when the other girls decided to capture and torment her (and in turn the others loved Anita for this opportunity to live out their dominant and cruel side). Most of all, though, she loved that she wasn’t rewarded with orgasms like the other slaves. Instead her (rare) rewards came in the form of challenges where she could earn an orgasm if she succeeded. Or an especially cruel punishment if she failed, because “she’d proven that she wasn’t worthy of the reward”.
Sometimes Anita bested these challenges. More often, she didn’t. As a result, she was usually one of the horniest girls in the harem. This created a feedback loop, where due to her arousal she was more likely to provoke her Mistress and the other slaves into giving her a hard time, which lead to more punishments and less rewards, which lead to even less orgasms and the cycle continued.
Still, she’d managed to be a good girl for long enough to earn herself a reward once more. Anita knelt to her Mistress’ feet, waiting to hear what challenge she’d have to endure this time. Her pussy was throbbing already and not just from the two weeks she’d been denied. She’d spent a good part of the previous night pinned down by a bunch of the other slaves, while Clara’d tortured her with a clit pump she’d smuggled into the sleeping quarters.
Clara, that fiery blond with the stunning slim body and irresistible lips, was usually the ringleader. Anita’d heard that Clara’d been close to quitting her place in the harem, because a strictly submissive lifestyle couldn’t satisfy her forever. Luckily, around that time Anita had joined, to everyone’s profit. Clara could finally live out her mean streak while Anita got someone playing the role of the big bad bully for her.
This same Clara was now kneeling beside Anita. Their Mistress had demanded her to be part of Anita’s reward. Anita knew exactly, if it’d been her who’d been caught with a stolen sex toy, she wouldn’t have gotten away so easily. Her punishment would’ve been drawn out and painful, most likely involving unholy amounts of clamps. Just thinking about this injustice got the juices flowing from her aching pussy. She really needed to secure herself that orgasm.
“We’ll keep this simple.” The Mistress’ voice cut through the silence. She pointed at a pile of pillows on the floor. “Clara, you’ll put your head there and Anita, you’ll squat over her. Clara will lick you for as long as you stay in position. If you move away before you’ve come, you clearly didn’t want that orgasm all that much. In which case I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if you don’t get one for another month.”
Anita swallowed. She’d been denied for a month before, but that had left her a complete horny mess. And at the time she hadn’t started the month with a dripping, aching pussy and two weeks of denial already behind her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give my best so that doesn’t happen.” Clara’s voice was saccharine. Her eyes shone in a way that Anita knew all too well. Clara wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
“I’m sure you will,” the Mistress said. “Because if you can’t make her come in time, it shows that you don’t have the oral skills I require of my slaves. In that case, since you obviously need more training, you’ll be the harem’s pussy girl for the next month. You’ll spend all your time licking my other slaves until I get the feeling that you’re good enough.”
Clara looked completely taken aback for a couple seconds. When she turned to Anita again, her eyes were still shining, but she didn’t even try to sound sweet anymore. “If you humiliate me like that, I’ll so make you pay for it.”
Anita just nodded. As expected, her Mistress acted like she hadn’t heard Clara’s obvious threat. If Anita failed, no one would rescue her when Clara decided to make her life hell. In what little time she had when she wasn’t forced to eat pussy, of course. That alone was almost reason enough to fail on purpose. Almost. As much as she loved being the harem’s bottom bitch, she knew that she’d go crazy if she couldn’t relieve her arousal from time to time and another month was fucking forever.
“Get in position!”
With a last warning glare Clara lay down and rested her head on the pillows. For a second the corners of her mouth twitched to a grin, though, betraying her act. Anita was sure that Clara’d have fun, no matter how this challenge ended. Which was kinda scary, though. It meant that Clara might choose not to try very hard, just to spite her.
There was nothing Anita could do about this, though, except for trying her best herself. Whatever that would turn out to be. She wasn’t exactly weak, but her leg strength was a far cry from what some of the other girls had. It would’ve surprised herself if she’d been able to hold a squat for a couple of minutes. Her only hope was that she was so horny that it shouldn’t take much stimulation to send her over the edge.
She stepped over Clara, one foot to each side of her chest, so her pussy would rest right on Clara’s mouth once she squatted down. Anita took a few deep breaths to get ready. She would’ve loved a bit of warming up, but a “Start!” from her Mistress made it clear that no further delays were acceptable.
Her first thought when she went down was that there was no way she’d make it. To reach Clara, she had to bend her knees until her thighs were almost parallel to the ground and her muscles protested against this strain from the first moment. Her second thought was that Clara was far too good at eating pussy.
Anita had never had Clara eat her out before. Well, unless you counted a couple of agonizing licks that time when Anita’d been three weeks denied and completely shaken from a particularly cruel edging session and Clara’d decided to continue right where their Mistress had left off. As it turned out, the mischievous blond wasn’t only good at teasing. Clara’s tongue attacked Anita’s pussy with a fervor that nearly made her lose her balance.
Anita bent forward, hands on her thighs to steady herself. She couldn’t tell if her burning muscles made it harder or easier to come. The constant focus on keeping in position certainly distracted her from Clara’s heavenly tongue, but at the same time the pleasure registered much more acutely. She couldn’t have relaxed to delay her orgasm if she’d wanted to, as that would’ve rubbed her of the muscle tension she needed to keep standing.
Her legs started shaking. She pushed down more strongly with her arms, but that only kept the shaking down for a couple seconds before it returned with a vengeance. Shifting her weight onto the balls of her feet helped a bit, but it also brought her hips forwards, so Clara couldn’t reach her clit anymore. Anita enjoyed that tiny bit of relaxation for a few more seconds before she shifted back.
In any other situation, she would’ve broken down already. Only that growing tension in her pussy made her push through the pain in her thighs and keep in position for a bit longer. Her orgasm was in reach. A few more licks in the right places would’ve been enough to push her over. Clara’s tongue lingered at the entrance to her pussy, though, providing more extraneous buildup instead of the sharp pleasure spikes she’d have needed. Maybe Clara didn’t realize her predicament and thought she could afford to go slowly. Or she knew exactly what she was doing and made her ride the edge on purpose so it would be even more cruel when she eventually failed.
Would Clara do that, though, and risk a punishment? Of course she would. Especially since eating pussy barely counted as a punishment. It was just another pretense for her to bully Anita. She’d said that she’d make her pay for the humiliation. Most likely she’d come up with some really lowly tasks for her to prove that Anita was still beneath her in the hierarchy. Maybe she’d make her eat her ass in front of all the other slave girls. Or suck her toes. And when she was finished, she’d lend her around, force her to worship all the other slaves as well. And all the while she’d be edged to madness by her Mistress and Clara alike.
Anita’s pussy clenched at that thought. Her legs shook and burned like crazy, but she was right there. Just a tiny bit more… She leaned back and when Clara’s tongue found her clit, she finally exploded.
She realized her error immediately. It’d taken all her strength and more to endure until this moment; there was none left to stay in position while the orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles finally gave in and she landed uncomfortably on her ass.
Her clit throbbed in protest. It had received just enough pleasure to push her over, but now there was nothing to keep the orgasm going. Her pussy desperately clenched around nothing. Anita reached between her legs to try and get at least something out of what was supposed to be her reward for being a good girl through two agonizing weeks.
“Keep your hands to yourself!”
Anita whimpered, but she wouldn’t go against a direct order from her Mistress. Even if it meant watching all that pleasure seep away. She gritted her teeth while her pussy and clit kept throbbing angrily. Even when they stopped, a dull ache remained that was stronger than it had been before this whole fiasco. The need from two weeks of sexual frustration wasn’t gone. Just the opposite. Anita was ready to beg Clara to eat her out again. Or finger-fuck her. Or at least let her hump her leg. Anything to let her have the release that’d been so cruelly stolen from her.
“Seems like you two couldn’t do it.” The Mistress smiled down on her slaves. “You know what that means.”
“Wait a second!” Clara got up. The sight of her sexy lips, still glistening in the dim light, was more than Anita could bear. “I did my part. I made her finish. It’s her problem if she ruins it.”
If Anita had talked to her Mistress like that, her Mistress would’ve made her regret it dearly. Not so with Clara.
“You’re right,” she said after a short contemplation. “You were a good girl and did exactly what I asked of you. In fact, I think you deserve a reward. You may use Anita to give you an orgasm, in any way you want.”
“Thank you, Mistress. You’re too kind.” Clara bowed down, just far enough that her Mistress wouldn’t see her face when she smirked at Anita.
“What about me, Mistress?” Anita asked. A ruined orgasm was a terrible reward, but at least it seemed as if she’d avoided further punishment.
Anita’s Mistress stepped in front of her. “As for you, do you really think that was a nice thing to do? Waste Clara’s effort like that?”
“No, Mistress,” Anita whispered. She had the sinking feeling that this was far from over.
“Right. What do you say, Clara?”
Clara didn’t even attempt to hide her smirk anymore. “I’d say it was pretty rude. I did my best and she doesn’t even appreciate it.”
Anita wanted to protest, say that she appreciated it very much, but she knew exactly that this would’ve only counted as further insolence.
“Did you hear that, slave?” her Mistress asked. “I think you need to learn to be more grateful than that. For the next month, you will nicely ask Clara every day to lick you. And you will thank her once she’s done. Clara will give you an orgasm at the end of the month, but only if she feels like you’ve learned your lesson and appreciate her for what she’s doing. Are we clear?”
“Just one question, Mistress,” Clara said with barely concealed giddiness “How long do you want me to lick her?”
“Do what you want, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your other duties. She needs to learn to take what she’s given.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Clara was positively beaming at that point. “As always, your kindness and justice are beyond equal.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Anita repeated, barely audible. Her pussy ached unbearably if she only thought about the coming month. Clara was going to tease and torment her to the brink of madness and she’d have to thank her for it, beg her to continue, even, or she wouldn’t stand a sliver of a chance to get rewarded in the end. It was so fucking unfair. And she loved it.
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