This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication, humiliation, objectification, bondage, and oral. Reader discretion is advised.
Elva looked down at her hands before looking back up to Mistress and anxiously nodding yes.
Mistress held Elva’s wrists together with a smile before releasing her grip. “Don’t move, now,” she whispered as she brought her left hand to her lips. After planting a kiss on her second fingertip, she traced it around Elva’s wrists. When the circle closed, a small burst of light revealed a softly glowing band of purple and pink light .
“Thank you for trusting me, kitten. You may move now,” Mistress told Elva delicately. “If you can,” she added teasingly with a sly grin.
The glow drew Elva’s attention to her hands. She looked at the band quizzically for a moment, not feeling anything at all from the strange magic. Though when Elva attempted to move her arms, she discovered that her wrists were firmly affixed in the air.
Elva winced as she pulled on the magical restraints before she realized how futile her efforts were. Her arms already growing tired, Elva relaxed into the bounds and took a moment to catch her breath.
Mistress giggled as she looked down at Elva. “Thank you for testing my magic, kitten,” she playfully said as she hooked her left index finger into the glowing band. With a simple tug, she pulled Elva’s wrists up and raised her arms above her head.
As Mistress released her finger, Elva looked up at the band and found it moved no better than when it was in front of her. Worse still, Mistress had pulled it so high up she had to stand on her toes. Elva struggled to pull herself down for a moment, but with a grimace, she grew tired and let the band carry her weight as she tried to rest the balls of her feet on the ground.
With a wide grin, Mistress heartily cackled as Elva stood eyes closed and panting to catch her breath. “That was a lovely dance, kitten,” she teased as she stepped up to Elva, chest to chest. Elva opened her eyes as the soft fabric of Mistress’ dress touched her breasts. She looked up at Mistress with desperate eyes as she glanced between Mistress’ ruby irises and dark lips.
“As much fun as I’m having,” Mistress said as she licked her lips, “I’m getting quite hungry, and I wish to break my fast now, kitten.” She closed her eyes and leaned down to kiss Elva again. Elva’s eyes shut too as she opened her mouth to passionately kiss Mistress back.
Hardly a moment later, Elva felt the warm touch of Mistress’ hand on the right side of her waist. Elva lightly moaned as she tried to keep her hold on Mistress’ lips, but her efforts proved vain as her hand slid up her ribs. Shivering, Elva gasped as Mistress traced her fingers along her skin until her hand came around to cup her right breast.
Elva released a deep, labored groan as Mistress gently groped her. ‘Oh, Brigit, it feels…’ Elva thought before the gropes intensified and her mind became dizzier.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, kitten,” Mistress teased as she lowered her head to the right side of Elva’s neck. “Let me make you feel better,” she whispered before planting her lips onto Elva’s delicate skin.
With a shudder, Elva released a sharp moan as her head fell away from Mistress and her legs became weak. ‘Don’t,’ she struggled to think as Mistress pulled her mouth away, ‘don’t stop—!’ Elva groaned harshly again as Mistress planted her lips further down and sucked her flesh once more. Her heart was pounding while her body felt aflame, but Elva was not satisfied.
Almost as if to tease her, Mistress stopped her groping and pulled her head back before giggling. “I can’t touch you in more pleasurable places if I don’t stop, kitten,” she said playfully as her hand wandered down Elva’s stomach from her breast. “Do you want me to touch you someplace more… pleasurable, kitten?” Mistress whispered as her hand traced to just above Elva’s nub.
Elva shivered as Mistress teased her skin and tickled so close to where she was sensitive. Eyes still closed, she closed her lips to stifle her whimpers before nodding gently.
“Use your words, kitten,” Mistress ordered as she continued to play above Elva’s hood. “Tell me, ‘I want you to touch me, Mistress,’ and I’ll see if I can make you purr.”
Elva’s eyes went wide for a moment before she shut them and swiftly shook her head. ‘There is no way I can say that aloud!’ she thought as she felt her crotch grow hot.
With a snicker, Mistress teased, “You’ll be surprised what you’re capable of with a little,” her fingers slid down into Elva’s inner thighs, “incentive,” she finished in a whisper.
As Mistress touched the sensitive flesh inside her leg, Elva’s attempts to hold her moans back failed. Her eyelids shook as she tried vainly not to think about her growing need. Finally, Elva bit her lip and opened her eyes, looking at Mistress pleadingly. A moment later, she released her bite and stuttered, “P-please, I want—I-I need you to t-touch me, Mi-Mistress.” Lips quivering and eyes begging, she waited for Mistress’ response.
With a wide grin and elated giggle, Mistress looked into Elva’s desperate eyes and replied seductively, “Anything for my kitten.” Her hand slid upwards finally and traced Elva’s lips.
With a shudder, Elva let her head fall onto Mistress’ shoulder as her body tensed, a sharp groan escaping her mouth. Her eyes shut tight as she began to thrash beyond her will. Mistress’ fingertips seemed to find places Elva had not discovered herself in her delicate folds. Elva felt like she would melt until Mistress finally traced her fingers higher and reached her most sensitive spot.
‘Oh, Brigit, it’s…’ Elva could only gasp for breath through moans as Mistress finally found her nub and casually circled it. The feeling was so much more intense than her own fingers. Elva began to feel weak as the pressure built; her legs quaked while her arms trembled to carry her weight using the band suspending her wrists.
Only seconds later, Mistress retreated her hand from Elva’s bud. Elva shivered and took several ragged breaths through waning whimpers as the strength returned to her legs. She opened her eyes shakily and looked down at Mistress’ chest as she tried to calm the quaking in her limbs.
Once Elva’s moans calmed, Mistress gently pinched her chin and raised her head. Wearily, Elva held her expression to meet her gaze. “You seem a little,” Mistress teased lightly as she looked gently into Elva’s weary eyes, “tired, kitten. Do you need me to take some weight off?”
Without a second thought, Elva hastily nodded yes. Her limbs were growing sore while her breathing was still ragged; Elva was thankful to think she would get some rest.
With a mischievous snicker, Mistress started kneeling while grabbing hold of Elva’s right thigh, slowly raising her foot off the ground. As Mistress knelt on the floor, she pulled Elva’s leg up and propped it over her left shoulder.
“More comfortable, kitten?” Mistress flirtatiously asked as she looked up at Elva.
“Y-yes, Mistress.” Eyes still closed, Elva gently nodded before she weakly replied. ‘Finally, I can—catch my breath,’ she thought as the air returned to her chest; soon, the aching in her arms and the trembling in her legs began to lessen.
After a moment, Elva slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Mistress. Her eyes went wide, however, when she finally realized that Mistress had her face inside her spread legs, staring very intently at her slit.
Elva thrashed in vain to close her legs while her face and chest grew hot with embarrassment, but Mistress held her thighs firmly open. When her initial efforts failed, Elva settled for covering her face by closing her arms together with the slack Mistress provided. ‘Oh, Brigit, she’s right there,’ she pursed her lips as she shut her eyes tight.
Mistress heartedly giggled as Elva shielded her face before murmuring something hungrily in a tongue Elva did not recognize.
“Uh—what’s that mean?” Elva somehow managed to ask. ‘Do…do I even want to know?’ She kept her eyes firmly shut, already regretting opening her mouth.
“Oh!” Mistress exclaimed as if she was happy Elva asked. “It’s a phrase I learned a while ago. I’ve been quite fond of it ever since.” Her voice seemed to flutter as it slowly muted. “It means ‘let’s dig in,’” she whispered as she closed her lips around Elva’s bud.
Elva nearly shrieked. ‘Oh, Brigit, what…’ she thought before all she could focus on was how Mistress’ tongue felt as it gently rubbed against her. Her left leg curled and lifted from the ground as her thighs closed around Mistress, somewhat supported by the grasp of her hands. Her quivering arms barely held her remaining weight as Elva gasped for air through deep, labored moans.
‘Mistress, I-I can’t…’ Elva failed to finish her unspoken statement before she let out a shrill cry as the pressure in her crotch overflowed. Her body shook and convulsed as heat filled her being. ‘I-I’ve never—felt…’ her mind was too overwhelmed by the new sensations to think clearly.
What felt like an eternity later, Elva wondered, ‘Oh—how…how long does this last??’ She peeked open her eyes, but she could hardly see her arms in front of her through the dark haze over her vision. She could barely breathe but for the gaping pants followed swiftly by hoarse moans. Her mind grew as dark as her vision, and Elva lost herself in Mistress’ touch.
Elva’s mind fell into a trance as her ragged whimpers turned to labored breaths. She only vaguely noticed the heat in her core abate and the release of her wrists as she seemed to float through the air. Suddenly, Elva felt herself stop moving with a calm thud, but she could still neither see nor hear anything beyond the darkness of her mind.
How long her mind floated, Elva couldn’t tell one way or the other, but slowly her coarse gasps turned to deep, gentle breaths. As the fog over her eyes and mind faded, she felt light strokes on the top of her head and vaguely heard someone calling her in a low, calm voice.
Elva blinked a few times to clear her sight, and she finally saw Mistress looking down on her. Her eyes were tenderly peered open while her smile was warm and soothing.
“Welcome back, kitten,” Elva heard Mistress whisper. “Thank you for the meal,” she added with a short snicker.
“Mis—” her breaths left her struggling to speak still, so Elva continued with her thoughts. ‘Mistress? What…what happened?’ Elva’s eyes still felt so heavy, while her arms were weak and limply crossed in her lap.
“You had an orgasm, kitten,” Mistress softly said as she stroked Elva’s hair and cradled her on her chest. “A very strong one, in fact. It sent you into a deep bliss and you gave me all your energy.”
Elva rested her head against Mistress and wearily closed her eyes. ‘That must be… why I’m so tired.’
“You need your rest now, kitten,” her voice remained sweet and seemed to lull Elva into a slumber. “We’ll continue when you’ve recovered.”
“But,” Elva struggled to pry her eyes open to look up at Mistress. ‘But you… only have a day.’
“And the day will still be here after you’ve rested,” Mistress hushed Elva with a slight sternness, though the gentleness of her eyes never left. “You have no energy to use or give; you need to rest for me, kitten.”
Elva’s eyes grew too heavy to keep open again, though her mind stayed uneasy. ‘I’m sorry.’
“Sorry for what, kitten,” she heard Mistress ask as she affectionately brushed Elva’s cheek with her fingertips.
‘I,’ despite her apology, Elva’s mind still floated as she pressed into Mistress’ chest, ‘it was so fast… I can do better.’
Mistress brought her head down lightly on Elva's hair as she delicately shushed her. “You did wonderfully, my kitten,” she held Elva’s cheek in her palm. “You were a very good girl, and I’m very proud of you.” Mistress slowly lifted her head and leaned in to kiss Elva just above her brow. “You need to rest now, kitten,” she whispered as her lips retreated.
“Rest,” Elva murmured as her head fell limply into Mistress’ embrace. ‘That sounds nice,’ finally, Elva’s thoughts calmed and she fell into a deep slumber.
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