Velvet Halls by Rex

"Velvet Halls"

The time was half passed eight, and the room was filled to bursting with mingling guests - two women adorned in gorgeous dresses, their hair up in plaits; stood drinking with posh friends. They seemed quite enamored with each-other, arms wrapped around waists, and subtle looks that would suggest their affections for one another. It was no secret that those two woman were a couple. If they were to sneak a kiss, the room would buzz with intrigue, distaste, and perhaps even jealousy.

"Could you get me another drink, please, love." Spoke one of the women sweetly with an outstretched, gloved hand, the empty cham glass offered.

"Just a second." The other retorted curtly as she continued to chat with an acquaintance.  Clearing her throat, the first woman nudged the other's shoulder, as she passed. Strike one. The first woman shook her head and fetched herself another drink from the waiter across the room. Her eyes were cold, and her brows were arched as she listened to the conversation being had and sipped the frothing liquid in an irritated fashion.

"She drinks too much anyway." The second woman said with a slight chirp to her voice, as if she were clever enough to hide her voice amongst the crowd and get away with such a comment. But the first woman had honed in and was clearly displeased by what was said, making her way back over to the group and placing her hand rather gently upon the back of the second woman's neck; though her voice was not as gentle.

"I think asking you to refill my drink isn't-" She was cut short,
"Isn't exactly something that you need right now." The second woman sassed back with a wicked sneer upon her face, turning to her friends she continued, "She gets so grouchy when she drinks." The group seemed amused and wore devilish smiles and tittered in the background. Strike two. That gentle touch upon the neck tightened into a squeeze, making the second woman wince and swallow hard. The first woman smiled kindly, and nodded her head.

"You'll have to excuse us, I believe the excitements of the night have proved to much for her." And with that, the first woman took the champagne glass from her partner and placed it roughly in another's hand, turning on her heels and leaned so close that the second woman could feel her hot breath upon her ear, speaking in but a whisper, "There are no strike threes." Leading the other woman by the vice grip on the back of her neck, outside to wave a cab and go home.

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On the outside, they seem like an ordinary couple, not unlike most lovers you'd see holding hands on the street. Bo was a curvaceous woman, with a generous bust and graspable hips. Dark eyes, and wavy apricot hair, an unconventional beauty to be sure. She was prominent in her field, an ambitious real-estate tycoon who had made a healthy living, leaving her free to spend her time frivolously if she so chose. Her partner, Claudia, had a more dainty, mousy figure with thin rimmed glasses that perched on the bridge of her petite nose. She had a shaggy black mane, usually tied up in a loose bun - and an obscure sense of style, though as an artist, expressed her individualism. She was a freelanced painter and had been Bo's submissive for over four years - but such things were unbeknownst to everyone but themselves and their small circle. You'd never know what went on behind closed doors - the rattling of chains and the cracking of whips within their velvet colored halls.

"Tell me again, darling. Tell me why you find the need to disrespect me, to talk over me, to disagree with me." Bo chortled, her head tilted ever so slightly, wispy bangs falling around her heated face which glowed dimly against the flickering lamplight. Claudia was on her back, naked, her hands and feet were bound and tied to each of the four bedposts - her groans and whimpers muffled behind the black cloth that was used to gag her.

Bo circled the girl, like a predator - the leather crop within her hand was dangled and brushed gingerly over her submissive's inner-thigh. Claudia spoke, but her words were inaudible - Bo feigned concern and bent forward a tad with her gloved hand cupping her ear.

"What was that, my girl?" She crooned, drawing that crop between the girl's thighs before letting it crack abruptly against the tender skin - a sadistic grin curling upon her painted, carmine lips. The tip of the crop teasingly pulled along the length of her slit before settling upon her clit in a most pleasing, yet uncomfortable manner.

Claudia groaned, her teeth clenching the material of the gag as her body trembled noticeably. She continued to try and express herself the best she could, but words were impossible to produce which simply added to her growing frustrations, as well as Bo's obvious amusement.

Bo hovered over Claudia and placed a gentle kiss upon the girl's forehead, combing her fingertips tentatively through the silken raven hair of her whimpering, pathetic, whore. That smile upon her face softened, masking her true intentions, until it lulled Claudia into a state of security. The girl made a few gnarled noises, attempting to speak again, but was quickly silenced by a uninhibited slap across her face. The girl stared wide-eyed, and confused, but Bo simply smiled and brushed the back of her naked hand across the reddened flesh of Claudia's cheek.

"You will soon be reminded of your place, love." She said with malice.
Claudia's discomfort was doubled by that of her growing irritation, pulling her head roughly away from Bo's tender hand. This act merely made Bo sigh, but the corner of her lip twitched as if she were trying to stifle laughter.
"You know I like it when you fight back, little flower." Her voice had taken on a softer tone as she stood, setting the crop upon the end-table, and made her way around the bamboo screen that separated the room. On the other side was a large antique trunk, with four-claw feet and handsome carvings. She tilted the lid and fetched within, what she had been searching for. Claudia heard the clamoring of buckles and immediately her face reddened and her body was given a jolt of adrenaline. Bo stepped into the harness, and fastened the buckles around her hips, tightening them until the leather hugged her tightly. She stepped around the screen then, but the room was dim and hot, making so that Claudia could only see Bo's silhouette with the light at her back.

At last, Claudia was able to see Bo's face, as she came nearer, craning her neck to perhaps get a peak at the faux cock that bobbed lewdly as Bo maneuvered herself and sat at the edge of the bed. Claudia, yet again, tried to jostle the gag about in her mouth to try and speak to her Mistress, but Bo drew her hand back as if she were about to strike the girl again. Claudia simply clenched her eyes closed, bracing herself for the impact that was to come. But none came. What had happened next was not quite what she had expected. She began to feel cool fingertips upon her breast, groping and tweaking them as gently, or as hard as Bo saw fit. The confusion on Claudia's face made Bo chuckle, her brows furrowed and her other hand, now cupped, came down roughly against the girl's crotch. Bo stroked the area fondly with her palm, before drawing back and letting her hand collide with the sensitive flesh yet again. Claudia would give something of a yelp after each, and would whimper knowingly when the next was to come. She counted five before she realized how aroused she was, Bo seemingly found out first, however, dipping her fingertips between the girl's glistening, damp lips and tutted, shaking her head with a malevolent grin. No words were spoken, but she replaced those fingertips upon the girls clit and began to make small circular motions - positioning herself between Claudia's thighs and lining herself up.

At last she spoke, "Tell me how badly you want this, my little slut." Her tone was firm and authoritative, as if she'd leave Claudia tied there all night without any sort of attention, if she did not hear what she sought after.

Claudia's eyes were teary, as if the stinging sensation in her groin had become almost unbearable - or perhaps it was because she was unable speak, or move for that matter. The girl spoke behind her gag, but Bo seemed unimpressed. "You'll have to do better than that, darling." She said with a smirk, drawing the cock away from Claudia threateningly.

Claudia writhed and rolled her hips, nearly shouting, the tears that had welled within the corners of her eyes slowly trickled down her flushed face. Bo heard what she was after distinctly, even if it were muffled, "Please, fuck me Mistress."

Bo placed a hand upon the girl's abdomen, splaying out her fingers right above her groin, so that she could draw down her thumb to toy relentlessly upon the girl's clit; while she lined the prick up with the other hand. It was only a matter of seconds before she had thrust her hips and had the girl impaled and moaning. Each shove forward was less gentle than the one before, causing the girl no small amounts of pain and pleasure. Bo's efforts had caused the girl to come and come again, until the stimulation was painful - trying her very hardest to position herself to make it harder for her Mistress to continue her endless assault on her throbbing clit. Bo seemed to pay no heed, and laughed breathlessly at Claudia's fruitless attempts to escape her binds.

"Once more for me, darling." Bo said in an exasperated voice.
That alone caused Claudia to cease her struggle and shout behind her gag, succumbing to yet another violent orgasm that sent her into a blurry-eyed, semi-conscious state.
Bo, panting, withdrew from the girl and learned forward to untie the gag - kissing the girl roughly upon her trembling lips.

"Good, girl."