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Chapter 1: In control
*SMACK*
The sound echoed around the room as the crop found its way to it’s pale plump target. The soft ass jiggled and flashed pink, as the crop elicited a small whimper from it’s victim.
“Whats the matter, not hard enough for you?” There was a pregnant pause, silence hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity before there was the soft whistle of the crop fizzing through the air, then…
*SMACK*
“Mmhhmpppghff” came a moan, the target burying her head in a pillow to muffle the moan. Unamused, the Domme grabbed the victim’s frizzy black locks, forcing her back to arch as her head pulled out from the pillow’s comfort.
“Oh no kitten, you don’t get to hide from me, I want to hear, EVERY” *SMACK* “LAST” *SMACK* “SCREAM” *SMACK*
“aahhhhhHHHHH OOHHH FUCKKK!!!” She screamed, fingers clawing at the sheets as pain now throbbed from her backside. “Please be careful Amber, I…”
*SMACK* The Domme’s grip tightened in her hair, yanking it back as she let the pain of the last spank linger. “What the fuck did you just call me?”
“MISTRESS Amber” the girl panted, rolling her eyes at the demand, but knowing she was in no position to complain. “I just want you to not forget how strong you are, you could really…” *SMACK, SMACK SMACK*
“Hurt you?” Amber raised and eyebrow as three spanks came down in quick succession before she threw her victim face first on the bed. “But I thought you liked pain kitten? Or are you just a little wittle baby who can’t take a few bottom slaps?” She giggled as she tossed the crop to one side, her hands gripping the soft pink flesh of her girlfriends backside and giving it a humiliating jiggle.
“No I’m NOT! I just didn’t want you to get carried away, thats all” The girl blushed and felt the wobbling stop. Confused by the silence she looked over her shoulder and yelped.
“EEeekk!” She squealed as Amber flipped her over on to her back in one swift motion, but that wasn’t the shock, instead her eyes were fixed on the large strap-on that was now attached to her Mistress’s frame. She looked up in awe at the scene before her. The toned pale thighs and defined abs that showed just above the strap-on, that would no doubt be used to fuck her powerfully and without remorse. Looking up further she saw those perky D cups with surprisingly tiny nipples that bobbed a little as she got into position. Her Domme loved to flaunt them and why not? When she had natural curves as well as an incredible toned figure there was no hiding what she was, so why bother? Amber curled her toned bicep and ran her fingers back through the mop of natural flame red hair that framed her face, her ice cold blue eyes shining back, then she flashed that sweet smile in her sub’s direction.
“It’s not all pain with me. You ready for this kitten?” She held the base of the toy in her hand, softly stepping forward and as she teased the wet lips of her submissive, the head pressing slightly, but not in just yet.
Her kitten locked eyes as a smile crept across her lips too. There was no fear there, no anxiety, just a desire to be filled and used just as she liked. It was in moments like these that Amber wondered who really was in control. Sure she could crush her girlfriend easily, could force her into whatever position she liked, but in this moment, her sub was getting exactly what she needed. The thought of them both being so in sync just made Amber glow, and she gripped her sub’s hips tightly and began to thrust.
“Just how lucky am I that I found you kitten?”
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Amber had met Gemma around 3 months ago, and things couldn’t haven’t been going better between the pair, although they did get off to a bit of a rocky start.
Firstly Amber had a few hang-ups about dating that made her reluctant to return to the scene at all. Her last relationship was a long term one she’d had since the start of her 20’s. They’d had 5 good years together, but it ended badly, with her ex claiming that Amber loved training and the gym more than her. The break-up had been messy, so for the last few years Amber felt it was safer to build a protective shell around herself and not look for love at all. This change in priorities had helped her career as well. With her ex she had been an aspiring UFC fighter, doing the amateur rounds in-between her part-time job as a personal trainer. 2 years later she’d now been able to give up the day job and had gone full time with her fighting career. She’d started to make a name for herself and was working her way up the ranks, but despite these professional successes she felt that she needed something else in her life. Maybe it was time to start looking for a girlfriend?
Amber knew that this wouldn’t be an easy task. She had no hang-ups about her body, she loved the progress she’d made in sculpting herself into a strong capable fighter and she wouldn’t shy away from it, often wearing crop tops and sleeveless tops in public to show off when she could, but she also realised that her body was, intimidating to some. She was 6’2 and towered above most women (and some men too) so she knew she cast an dominating figure. People expected her to make the first move,, but she was so out of practice when it came to flirting, and naturally a little socially awkward too. The idea of hitting on strangers in bars made her shiver, so she decided to opt for the ‘app’ route instead.
She set up her profile on the usual websites and went on a few bland dates but she found them, uninspiring. The pole were nice enough, but they were often so taken back by her stature that the conversation was only ever about her work or her gym routine. She dated a few fitness freaks like herself, but the conversations bored her. She did enough training and diet planning by herself, she didn’t need a partner who obsessed over it as well. The failed dates were enough for her to try a different approach. She found a suitable ‘fetish’ app that would allow her to show off her kinkier side without getting caught. She put in her likes and dislikes (she liked spanking, a little light bondage, a few toys etc) nothing too kinky but a bit more risqué than your usual dating profile. The only field she had trouble filling in, was the one where you had to label yourself as “Domme, Sub, or Switch’
Her fingers hovered over the choices. She was a Domme, always had been, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious about the other side. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make up her mind, before finally choosing ‘Switch’. She closed her phone quickly after than and burying it deep within her gym bag. She wasn’t sure what sort of freaks might react to her profile, but putting herself out there made her feel a twinge of excitement once again. She headed off to her personal gym and consumed herself with exercise for the next few hours. She’d check the replies once she was done.
When she opened her phone up again, the results were disappointing. She’d had a flurry of messages, but most of them were from people who instantly bored her. She could tell that most people ignored the ‘Switch’ definition in her profile and instantly assumed that from her looks she was a Domme. She got the usual “Step on me please Mommy’ messages along with a few from very respectful subs who called her ‘Mistress’ before they’d even said hello! She tried to start a conversation with a few but it always went the same way.
Amber would start off:
“Hi there. There’s no need to call me Mistress just yet, we only just met. Thanks for reaching out. I’ve had a look at your profile and you seem cute. What stuff are you into?”
The sub would reply: “Oh sorry Mistress not much, I just like to do what my Mistress tells me, I get so much pleasure from making someone else happy”
“Ok, but you must have a preference right, like what are your likes and dislikes?”
“Oh my likes don’t matter, I’m all about serving you, if there’s anything I can do to serve you please let me know”
Amber threw her phone down in disgust. She understood that being submissive was a thing people enjoyed but these people just seemed like empty vessels. They had no personality to speak of, no self-respect, they seemed determined to mirror what Amber liked and that just seemed boring. She had enough problems managing her own life, she didn’t want someone else to be entirely dependant on her too. The messages trickled in like this for days and after about 2 weeks she was ready to give up, until finally she found someone who was a little different. The first message was possibly the worst chat up line she’d ever heard.
“Are you constipated?… Because if you are, I’d fuck the shit right out of you :+P”
Amber snorted at the dopey reply. This girl might have cheesy pick-up lines, but at least they were original.
“LOL, no, I’m not, but thanks for the medical advice. I’m Amber, nice to meet you!”
Amber cringed a little at her reply, there was just no cool way to respond to a pick-up line that bad, but when she saw those three little dots on screen, her heart skipped a beat, she was glad she hadn’t messed this up already.
“It’s nice to meet you too Amber. I’m Gemma! Oh and I’m not a doctor so please don’t take any medical advice I give you seriously
. I must say you look great by the way. Has anyone else told you that you give off ‘Karlach vibes.”Amber chuckled and replied instantly “No, but I’m glad you know who that is! Do you play much Baldur’s Gate?”
“Yeah, I’m about 3/4s of the way through my first play through. I screwed up dating Karlach through, so I thought I’d go on here and try dating the real thing! Lol. Who are you dating in your campaign?”
Amber breathed a sigh of relief. She was talking to a real person, not some empty vessel that wanted to her to control her life. There was a genuine spark and it was only after a back and fourth conversation about gaming, that Gemma finally proposed that they meet up in person. They agreed a time and place and for the first time in ages, Amber felt excited about dating again.
The first date wasn’t anywhere too fancy, Gemma didn’t want a meal or to dress up, she wanted a casual coffee shop date and that worked perfectly for Amber too. She liked to make an effort but her girlfriend would have to see her in casual clothes way more often, so why try to present a false image of yourself? Amber dressed as she always would, in high top black converse, torn black jeans, a black crop top with open denim jacket. She may have put on a bit of eyeliner and lipstick (she didn’t want to make NO effort) and as she walked into the coffee shop she smiled as she saw Gemma waving over at her from a small booth in the corner.
Gemma was dressed from head to toe in black, and along with the dark black lipstick and large amounts of eyeliner, in showed she was certainly more on the ‘goth’ spectrum. She wore black Doc Martins with rainbow laces, and a pair of thigh high black and white socks that were pulled up on her pale thick thighs. She wore a black pleated skirt that stopped just above the knee and a studded belt with a variety of chains attached too. On her top half she wore a baggy black band t-shirt with the Led Zeppelin logo emblazoned on the front, and a pair of fishnet wrist warmers covered the lower half of her arms. Amber could see she had a tattoo sleeve as well, that was full of Celtic knots that almost blended into her t-shirt. Her hair was dark and frizzy and fell about her shoulders and a small round pair of glasses framed her soft face and as she stood up to offer a hug, Amber was taken aback.
Gemma stood at around 5’2, a good foot shorter than Amber and she had to crouch to make sure she didn’t smother her in her chest on their first date! (Maybe that could wait until later!) As they embraced Amber could feel just how soft Gemma’s body was too. She’d had a little look at her profile pics but now the full picture was coming together. Gemma had a modest chest, maybe a B-cup at best, and her weight mostly clung to her hips, belly and thighs. She was chubby, that’s for sure and had the beginning of a double chin, but she certainly wasn’t worried about her weight either. Amber already spotted that drinks had been ordered and Gemma had a large hot chocolate with whipped cream and Marshmallows AND a slice of chocolate cake too, where on Amber’s side there was only a small white coffee.
“I hope you don’t mind that I ordered ahead. Coffee with soy milk, isn’t that right?” Gemma asked and Amber nodded, it was nice that someone listened to her for a change. She sat opposite as Gemma asked one odd question.
“So, do you finally recognise me?” She spread her arms as if to say ‘Ta-da!” But Amber looked perplexed.
“Err no, sorry, should I?” She felt dumb. God this was awkward.
“Oh, no, it’s ok if you don’t it’s just. Well we went to school together remember? I was the year below you but we sometimes did gym or played football at lunch? Do you remember now?”
Amber desperately tried to think of sometime when she might have met her, school was a distant memory now and she struggled to picture her at all. Was she a goth back then? There were some goth kids that smoked and watched the football games sometimes, some tried to join in but they weren’t very good. Maybe she was one of them? She decided honesty was probably better than faking an response,
“Errr kinda, I mean, no sorry. School was just forever ago right? Over a decade! But I do remember the teachers. Did you have Miss Jones for PE?”
Gemma responded and quickly moved the conversation on. Although they’d started off badly, Gemma didn’t seem to hold a grudge, but it was clear she knew much more about Amber, but Amber was hardly surprised. She wasn’t a celebrity but her career was much more public. Gemma spoke of watching streamed matches of Amber’s in the past and cheering her on. Amber felt a bit guilty she never read the comment on those videos now, but Gemma didn’t seem to mind.
She found out what Gemma did for a living too. She was a Twitch streamer with a small little following of her own, all be it in a very different sphere. She played survival horror games mostly and loved to speed run Resident Evil games. She was currently in the top 20 times for the Resident Evil 4 remake, but she never thought she’d break into the top 10. Her streams were more about community and she invited Amber into the discord too. They seemed like a friendly bunch and it spoke to just how charismatic Gemma was. She held Amber’s attention effortlessly had had her giggling and even snorting throughout their conversation. She might not have remembered her from school but goddam she wished she had met her earlier. She’d missed out on some good times! Neither of them could deny that there was a spark, and soon one coffee date turned into 2, then 3 and then, well, you can guess what happened after the third date!
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The two had been together 3 months and now they’d finally moved in together. Amber had been nervous at first. Last time she let someone into her life they’d ripped it apart 5 years later. Tonight was about establishing control and respect. Gemma was moving into her place, that meant that she was in charge. This sex was partly about establishing that control.
She bit her lip as she pumped Gemma harder and faster, using her near endless reserves of stamina to press her into the bed, the springs squeaking as Gemma soft body rippled with each thrust. Throughout, Gemma’s eyes stared back, small pools of green emerald flashing back at her through the twilight. Fuck she was sexy, she knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it, at now she finally got her reward. Her face twisted, gasped, and her thighs shook, her orgasm filling the room before her body relaxed and she fell back on the bed once more.
Amber smiled and quickly took the toy off, and led beside Gemma, wrapping her girlfriend up in her strong arms, being the ‘big spoon’ as she enveloped her and stroked her long black hair.
“Will that do for a first night as ‘roommates’ kitten?” Amber asked with a sly grin. Gemma just panted and nodded, turning so she could bury her face in Amber’s chest before responding.
“Mmhhmm, it will. Just remember I get to do it back to you at some point too. Do you want me to wear the toy tomorrow, I could even do it now or…”
“No” Amber replied, this response was less warm, just a firm instruction. Her cheeks were red, remembering the few times that Gemma had taken control since they’d started dating. It was nice to submit but she wasn’t sure it was good for her to do it too often. Amber stuttered, trying to clarify her remarks.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful. I just need to be in the right headspace. I’ve got a big fight in a few days, I can’t afford to feel… um… to feel… you know?”
“Weak?” Gemma spoke, the word hung in the air as Amber tried to find a way to respond.
“Yes, something like that.” She replied, meekly. “Now lets get some rest, you still have boxes to unpack in the morning.
Gemma just smiled and sat up, those green eyes looking up and down her Mistress’s body. How it had been so imposing, but now, after that one word, she seemed only timid and defensive. Wordlessly she nodded, giving Amber a knowing smile and then cuddled back up into her warm embrace. She’d respect Amber’s rules, for now, but she knew it wouldn’t be long until she had her chance to exploit that weakness within.