The switch

The tip of the riding crop bit at Claire's shoulder insisting she moved faster. Her tongue pushed into wet flesh. Her hands gripped soft thighs as she felt her cheeks becoming wet. The riding crop bit again.

She had thought being a slave would be sexy, that Ruby controlling her, punishing her, would be exciting. But, as Claire's tongue pushed at Ruby's flesh, and her shoulders felt raw, she realised only Ruby was excited. With her knees suffering from carpet burns, and her wrists sore from where they had been chained, she didn't feel even remotely sexy. The contraption round her waist had straps cutting into her thighs and the plastic disturbingly swayed.

The bites on her shoulder got more insistent, she forced herself to concentrate on moving her tongue amidst the wet flesh.

Erratic strikes fell upon her shoulder, no longer sharp stings, but glancing blows from a woman too far gone to control her strikes. As she listened to Ruby's cries, she felt relief that it was over, her first experiment with BDSM would be her last.

Ruby staggered backwards, to lean against the table she had set out her toys upon. She was panting as she dropped the crop amongst the equipment, her skin flushed from orgasm.

Claire joined her at the table, the collection was an impressive assortment of toys, restraints, and instruments of torture. Her hand ran over plastic, leather, vinyl and metal. The leather handle of the riding crop was still warm from Ruby's grip. She closed her fingers round the handle.

“I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?” Ruby's voice sounded horse from her cries.

As Ruby walked past, Claire span wielding the crop, its tip found soft ass. The sound of the contact followed by Ruby's high pitched squeal, sent a shiver of excitement into Claire's core. “We haven't finished.” Claire found the grin on her face impossible to remove.

Ruby turned to face her with a look as though she was going to complain. Claire didn't give her a chance, the crop lashed out to sting her thigh. “On your knees before me.” Giving the command excited her more anything Ruby had done to her. When Ruby didn't comply Claire left a small red mark on her other thigh to compel her.

Ruby begrudgingly got to her knees. “I'm...” Whatever she was going to say was stopped as Claire's hand slapped the side of her face.

Claire grabbed Ruby's face, her fingers pincered her cheeks stopping her from talking. “You will speak, only when spoken to. I think we need to occupy your mouth, so you don't talk out of place.”

Claire's fingers sank into silky hair as she pulled Ruby onto the fake phallus, lips stretched wide to accommodate the pink plastic.

Forcing someone to suck on her large cock, even if fake, excited her more than she ever imagined. She scanned the table, her eyes fell upon a large black anal plug. It was short but quickly grew thick from the rounded tip, the base meant to stood a couple of inches from the table.

Picking up her implement of choice, she found the weight to be impressive. At the fattest part, it was 3 inches across, Claire couldn't conceive of anything that large being inserted inside someone. She passed it to Ruby with a wicked smirk on her face.

Ruby's eyes widened as she took hold of it. Claire withdrew from her mouth, wanting to watch her expression.

Ruby gripped it tightly, pushing it against her ass. Claire's palm made contact with Ruby's cheek once again, the riding crop was her symbol of control but the feeling of the skin on skin contact of a slap excited her more. “No hands!”

Ruby placed it on the carpet pointing upwards. Claire tried to keep a stern face as Ruby manoeuvred herself to squat over the black tip.

Ruby pushed herself down the plastic until the pain was too much forcing her to lift. Claire felt the moisture between her legs building, as Ruby slowly got closer to the carpet. With a scream Ruby impaled herself fully, Claire felt a trickle down her inner thigh.

Sitting on the floor Ruby panted as she tried to bear the pain as her body adjusted to the object inside her ass.

Claire stared at Ruby's erect nipples, bouncing on the tips of heaving breasts. Finding from the table a pair of nipple clamps, Claire knelt beside Ruby. The cold metal clips squeezed the buds eliciting gasps.

Pulling on the chain running between the clamps, Claire yanked Ruby back onto her knees, the pain visible was on her face. Between Claire's legs, her hot pearl throbbed. One hand slid beneath Ruby's chin pulling, her mouth to the hungering hole; her other hand lifted the large cock out of the way.

Ruby's moth closed on her, tongue pushing deep into her dripping hole. Claire's body erupted in orgasm, her hand clamping Ruby to her as her body shook and her juices ran freely.

Exhausted, Claire realised she may have been too hasty in dismissing BDSM.

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