Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Arousing Ry - Chapter 7, Lust`s Price

Home is where the heart is. Although that may need rephrasing when considering all the work that Ryanne places into not dealing with heart matters. Nevertheless, she goes home with her currently standing in front of the house as the automated outdoor light shine with allowing the process of the keys filling the locks. In seconds Ry slips inside while feeling tired from the craziness of how the night`s festivities ended. Then as if that not is enough she now has loneliness and tipsiness on her birthday.

Loneliness exists because the perfect set up of a date left her hanging alone with two full bottles of expensive Australian wine. One sat opened with it tempting the birthday girl into enjoying it. Such circumstances bring the tipsiness after drinking most of the eighteen percent alcoholic wine all by herself. She then conveniently retrieved the unopened bottle of wine to take it home. Thus, as the steel door of the house comes secured Ry saunters into the kitchen with the unopened bottle.

Entering the modern space she flicks the light on to immediately hear the house phone ringing. She grins at it because she figures that Orianna has changed her mind. So within that thought, Ry reaches for the cordless phone that sets on the island counter that abides in mid center of the kitchen. As she does the kitchen seems to spin a little as her eyes gaze upon the side table with two chairs. “Woohoo, too much.” comes spoken within the dizziness as she attempts to refocus.

In doing so she ponders food as the phone is clicked on for the table set here in the kitchen reminds her of food and she knows that eating will help with the tipsiness. Yet, she pulls in her focus as the phone is coming to her left ear. Then in a semi disorientated state, Ry gathers her stability and alertness to growl out, “Eleven thirty, PM. It is late, who is it?”

“Ry, please talk to me!“ Directly begs Payton.

That gives the deepest exhaustive sigh of’ ‘my god, no’ slipping from within Ryanne. She now knows she is stupid with not letting the voicemail field the call so that Payton isn’t a factor to deal with tonight. So, it`s horror for Ry. It`s the concept of ‘god damn’ cursing out repeatedly in her thoughts and then suddenly the vision of her father saying ‘deal with her, deal with it Ryanne or I will.’ So, Ry ponders quickly and just listens to whatever that is coming from Payton as Ry begins walking toward the staircase to the second floor and the master bedroom.

“I love you. Why does that scare you? Come be mine. Only mine. Stop running. Running only hurts us both, you know that you belong to me and we have love. We can deal with our daddies and the media. I want only you. Please, Ry?” Comes in whining plea that is harsher than living through Hell for Ry.

Ry knows Payton`s love exists as a partial obsession on Payton’s part. Ryanne distinguishes that an extended relationship won`t work between them for Ry herself doesn’t love Payton. This leaves a decision to be made and that begins with the topic of love. A topic that is almost a disease to be avoided but Ry pulls her cognitive senses together to attempt providing logical reasoning to Payton while Ry pushes off the fuzzy tipsiness.

“Now, hush and listen to me.” Commands Ryanne as Payton starts to say more but the French brunette instantly stopped as Ry spoke.

“Now Payton, have I ever said that I honestly love you? Did I say it outside you forcing me to say it a week ago? Did I ever say it in all the months that we have fucked each other?” Arrives in collected almost ice-tinted edges of needing to set out boundaries in order to avoid topics but hit those topics in the ways that Ry chooses to enjoy them.

”Ponder it carefully, my Lil French connection. Think before you reply, it’s the big question of the night.” All of this is said as Ry wanders from the kitchen with a corkscrew, the bottle of wine and one glass. Hence, she passes through the living room too soon be stepping on the bottom step that leads up to the second floor of the modern house.

‘”Uhm, no. No, I can’t say that you ever have verbally but when you kiss me we have love. I know that we do. When you touch me, I feel loved. I need you, Ry. I can`t breathe without you. I just need what we have. I will share you with others, but you must visit and be with me too.” Payton claims in a well-organized proceeding into the direction that Payton plans for them.

Thus, as Ry moves up a couple of steps she figures that progress exists when considering that moments ago came to a declaration of ‘only mine’ as concepts. So, hope must abide, a hope of Payton eventually not be driving anyone crazy over losing Ryanne. Thus, with another deep sigh Ryanne continues the journey up the stairs as she pushes her agenda into the chat, “Payton, does it take two to make a relationship work?”

“Yes, my darling. Yes, we do very well at it too. But, I understand that you need to be with other girls too. And it is now okay with me.” Sweetly replies Payton of new rules for them while she feels that Ry loves her.

“Ah, uhm.” Ponders Ryanne as her mind sorts out next steps for it must come gently now that things won`t relent into the dream of it being easy. Not easy at all. Yet, instead, it is becoming a living Hell for many people. ”Darling….”

“Yes, darling?” quickly responds Payton who rests on an edge of anticipation of Ryanne giving into the demands of being together again.

In fact, Payton is deeply anxious about Ryanne to come home to her in France. To Payton`s home for many reasons, with the most important of these the sex that the two women constantly share but she also does love Ryanne. Payton furthermore needs to be loved by someone who is magically cool like Ryanne because it fits Payton`s lifestyle. Even more so, Payton knows Ry adds that calmness to a high-speed social life while somehow giving Payton that ability to deal with daddy St Croix. Hence, Payton can manage her father`s insistence on committing to an arranged marriage to some man named Taylor.

And Ry understands all of that too as she once more provides a process for Payton to understand what comes as their future, a future as Ry leans against the upper hallway wall. “Payton, doesn’t it take love from both partners in an intimate relationship to have a healthy relationship?”

“Ry, don`t!” Swiftly comes as Payton expects this resistance. She does for she may be obsessed of Ry, but Payton sure clues in fast to the processes that Ry attempts to bring.

“Don’t what?” Warmly queries Ryanne not understanding what sparks the current response for there should not be upset just yet, the protesting is early.

“Please, please be mine. Please, Ry, please, my darling, my lover, and my...uhm, mine. Just be mine. Come home.” Arrives sounding in an unreasonable desperation when considering nothing generated the creation of it. Yet, fear and loneliness are amazing factors in the world of intimacy.

“Payton! Please, answer me.” Ry firmly demands in trying to bring peacefulness and proper direction. “You know that you must always answer my questions. It is the deal between us.” Hence, Ryanne waits for a response but she gets mumbling of what she assumes to be a positive understanding and so she continues, “Does it take two people in love to have an intimate love relationship?”

There exists silence, it abides in stinging impatience but Ry waits. She must for Payton takes many seconds to think over the rewording of Ry`s query. Within that Payton reasons that she already answered the question. Yet, she also knows that she needs to response this time too. Therefore Payton re-words her response to suit her own agenda. ”Yes, it does and we have much love between us.”

“Do we?” Queries Ry in surprise conscious of the facts that such isn’t the complete truth.

“Yes, I love you. I love you more every day and need you too. I love everything about us, about you and all that we do.” Arrives as happy assertion in a fluffy love tone that is dreamy sweet.

‘That isn’t a ‘we’ that loves each other, Payton. That is you and you love me.” Affirms Ryanne trying to keep it gentle and on the straightest path to what must be the agenda.

“But you love me. Your kisses say that you do and when you make love to me it is love. I can feel it when I kiss you.” Shoots forth from Payton in an adamant declaring of what she thinks is the truth of their history.

“Are you sure?” comes sharply said by Ry who continues on in sharing more questions. “Are you sure or are we simply great at sex?” Then in trying to make it a slow stepping into the reality that everything truly is over Ry brings what she recognizes as a big part of the truth. “You are extraordinary in the sack, Payton. The best fuck that I have ever had. You are one hot, sexual wild thing in bed, babe. That alone can make it seem like love is everywhere. You are amazing like that and anyone will feel loved by you. You make it love, lust, and wild things. It will always be that way for you too.“

That provides a long silence between them for the truthful flattery comes unexpectedly. Hence, shock, as Payton needs to rally thoughts in concern to her cause. She must move into what she needs even though awareness exists about her personal inner power. “Thank you, Ryanne but you love me too. You do and the sex that we have shows that we do.”

“Ah, but you said earlier that I have never told you that I love you. So, the sex and love, the greatness of what we had are all you. See, you are totally amazing and a woman who deserves that same thing from her lover.” Spins out in charismatic slickness.

This mixes well with Ry`s forever cool charm to allow Ry to push away from the leaning against the wall so she continues toward the bedroom. She casually strolls the hall to be at the far end where her bedroom exists. Within this Payton rambles on about how sweet Ry is even though Payton claims Ry loves her. Then with Ry standing just inches outside crossing the doorway to the bedroom Payton finally takes a short breath as Ry walks over to the highboy dresser that sits just inside the door of the master bedroom. With a sigh, Ry places the bottle of alcohol and other items on the top of it to then turn toward the bed. After which Ry remove her clothing while listening to the phone that is clenched between her shoulder and ear. But within all the effort she only gets the long coat and the lingerie top off before Payton`s ramblings come to a temporary halt. Hence there exists a minute of silence Payton before there comes heard, “Ry, please, please just let me try. Please, let me try to please you again?”

“Listen, sexy, if you want to please me then let me undress. Then you talk dirty to me for a while and I will masturbate before falling asleep in this bed of mine.” Arrives, as the cheeky reply tinged of frustration for Ry truly didn't need this lecture and begging on her special day.

“You love me, Ryanne. And I will dirty talk if you return to being my girlfriend.” Oh yes, a threat, a begging or a ‘whatever’ sting to roam within Ry’s mind. Thus, she breathes a sigh with still needing to deal with Payton`s demands of continued relationships between them. And that seems to exist no matter what comes spoken or attempted.

“We already concluded that I do not love you and you provide the love in any relationship. You do for I never said that I love you.” With that said by Ryanne, there exists an immediate scream summoning from Payton for she doesn’t hold frustration well. The vast amounts of irritation dissuade the keeping to her agenda because of Ry continuously telling truth about their relationship history.

“But we have a relationship. We do!” Payton firmly shoots as a reply.

“No, we do not! Romance relationships need two people loving each other and Payton I don’t love you. I have never said it to you with your forcing me to and I won`t be saying it.” With that Ry now understands why instinct told her to run for her life the other morning. It now is obvious that an argument during that morning most certainly could outdo this one by several light-years on the scale of wild discussions.

“Just try again with me!” arrives in a screaming desperation into Ryanne`s ears in a whining plea.

“No! No! It takes two people in love to make a healthy relationship. Does it not it take that, Payton?” Demandingly supplies Ry in maintaining sanity within the tipsiness that seems to be clearing and that fact brings the wish for more wine.

“It takes you fucking me, and you holding me, and you letting me deal with the love things.” Sends back Payton in a sharp irritation of not getting her way. She always gets her way. She does for Ms. St Croix exists as a renowned pampered socialite with a terrible temper that often has daddy St Croix’s immense wealth and powerful connections help her do all that is wishes. Hence, the cruel shot immediately comes fired at Ry. “I will make daddy bring you to me. So, no more fucked up nonsense. You are mine.”

That is Payton`s trump card when things get crazy for the French socialite. And with that being said provides all that Ryanne needs in order to bring harsher truths. Therefore, no more gentleness with the charm swiftly tossing aside and Ryanne decides a bit of madness can be useful, but it is all wrapping in a calm of sharing the realities of what can be future for them both.

“Bring it! But the bottom line is if you do not stop then my father meets your father. If you don`t stop calling my family and harassing my workplace then this shit gets extra real damn fast. So sexy, do you want Lee Masterson meeting Sydney St Croix with your father ruining my father`s architectural accounts in Europe and South America. Along with that, I will be punished with that sending my life into chaos. My father won`t be kind to me with my career destroyed. Thus, the cool magic about me vanishes. And then you have a loser with you. That reality of my father dying comes soon after he loses his business empire. The destruction of the family firm brings my father`s death and somewhere along that line of crazy shit your father forces you into a marriage to that douche bag named Taylor. You will have a kid no matter what you want. All of that exists due to your father needing an heir of his choosing as his daughter lives a hetero lifestyle. This all happens as I am forever working at Mickey D`s. Yes, the land of French Fried potatoes so that I can subsist in a one-room hole of an apartment in the middle of Hell`s Kitchen, Iowa.”

Instant quietness comes from Payton for she knows that Ryanne made and makes no promises to her. There never came any at any point. Add to it the truth of no love from Ry enters into being realized as Payton then sighs of comprehending everything. This allows her to accept that the feelings between them are one-sided. That accompanies her desire to not destroy others lives. This rings inside of her like an epiphany.

Ryanne, on the other hand, is skimming over what else needs to be said and it comes just in time. “You want to have children but rather not do it daddy`s way. You rebel whenever he pushes you into his controlling of you. You rebel for you desire to choose your own life.”

Payton hears that with that truth weaving into her while all her other plans seducing Ryanne shatter bringing a sadness to her senses. “Is it that written on me? I don`t want a man but I want my own life. I am lesbian and not a womb.” She softly claims in relenting to not being with Ry ever again.

Ryanne hesitates a moment to think through such ideas before confidently replying with, “From day one and you may want to look into fighting Sydney to get what you truly need. Not sure about you being lesbian but maybe bisexual. Either way, if you don’t` want guys then so be it. But, if you do go for a guy then you don`t need Taylor. He is a ‘know it all’ asshole with a weak no kink dick. ” Ry claims while thinking back to overhearing women talk of Taylor`s basic ‘man on top’ vanilla sex demands. That thought promotes Ry to continue chat with sharing. “Listen, darling, visits to see you can happen but we are gonna find you a man worthy of you naughty kinky ass. It must be a guy that allows you to fuck women too. However, in all of that, there is only sex between you and me. But you must marry a dick of your choice to have a happy family. Understood?”

“But Ryanne, I love you.” comes in last attempts to acquire love from Ryanne but that is following with. “What am I to do with that?”

“Spank my naughty ass with making lust marks all over me. We are two women with a cause. Rebellion`s cause and you are needing to spank your share of rebelling against me and out of you.” Ry states with not knowing what to say, but something needs to be said and well sex topics tend to change the flow of things. Thus, it is onto that topic with a hope of hope of Ryanne crashing on her bed with a full bottle of wine and eventually five hours of sleep to finish her birthday.

“Ry, no what do I do with loving you?” Comes as a protest over the move to a new topic.

Ry sighs deeply of the displeasure of remaining on an issue that needs not addressing further. Thus she tries to figure out a way to settle the topic of love but all she comes up with is ‘how can she love me’. And so that comes out ‘How can you love me?”

“Because I do, I simply do love you. You are amazing and I love everything about you.”

“Ah, uhm, oh. So, you know me and love everything about me, okay.” Affirms Ryanne as she now comprehends that she can get somewhere with this break in the pattern of chat. In all honesty, Payton barely grasps anything of Ryanne`s world and life. For in reality Payton only knows the choice bits of a selection of truths. Thus, Ry`s thoughts fill with, ‘why not bring illumination’. Within that idea there comes the hope that Payton apprehends that she loves only a corner of Ryanne with love not possible when knowing so little. “Ah, and when is my birthday? You know that birthdays are special and tell a lot about a person. When is my birthday?”

There is a short stinging silence just before Payton responds with an offhanded, “It is in the spring. You always tell me you have a party in April and a new year passes for you. You have a birthday then and it`s why when you visited me back then and I took you out for cake.”

“Uhm, yes you did that in April. A year does end then for me with sort of a new year starting, but it`s not my birthday or personal. It is an end of the business budget year of the architectural firm. Thus, I celebrate ending a year of bookkeeping. Then afterward I always take a vacation for two weeks. So now, it is not my birthday.” Ryanne states through smiles for she knows Payton isn’t privy to many things. “You may have one more guess and then tell me who my siblings are?’

“You have siblings?” comes in shock. “You have more than your father?”

“Yes, I do, and you haven’t a clue whom they are. You also don’t know how many there are or know anything about them. Why? Because you figure the people that I talk are friends or business comrades. But no, not all are. Domi is my only brother. Terri is not only my boss but is my only sister. They are more than business associates. Yes, I know that you have been thinking that they are only working relationships.” With that, the wine bottle is possessed by her left hand. Next, Ryanne crawls onto the bed with taking a quickie sip from the bottle before continuing with, “So, sexy, my birthday is when? “

Along silent pauses exists with Payton as she is sorting out this idea of Ryanne being a family person. It soon brings a swiftly firm reply of “There is no way you have a family more than a father. There is just no way since you don’t say of family things.” Exist as the running of thoughts. In fact, Payton swears that she knows Ry doesn’t do family events, especially not father`s and mother`s days. So, she finalizes thoughts with, “You are lying to me to confuse the topic.”

Yet, that is met with a laugh and then silence before snickering by Ry sends out. ”Nope, it is true. And you have known me for two years. It is two years when we add in the fact of us being more than fuck friends.“

“You are lying to me, Ry. I know that you are.” Comes sternly within trying to fathom that she does not know these things about her own girlfriend.

This gives Ryanne more snickering as she tips up the bottle to take a large gulping swallow of wine before saying, “Two siblings, with the father being single and mother...”She hesitates for that is never said. No, it just isn’t.

“You have a mother. I know that you do, for you always say I should love my mother.” Arrives in affirmation of Payton now doing a fast pace of collecting information so that she can say that she knows Ryanne and can then declare that she loves all of Ry.

Ryanne instantly is dead still while staring at the open doorway of her bedroom. She breathes deeply and her mind swims of personal history flashes of her mother but she pushes it back into obscurity so that anything about it cannot ever be uncaging. That has her tipping the alcohol bottle up to create swallowing several gulps of liquid.She now needs to be numb but within this Payton declares, “You have a full family. You should let me meet them. They will love me and us. Your parents; your mother and father will think we are so good.”

Ry`s complexion grows to a near deathly white over such concepts. The pain shoots within her soul as once more the mother is a topic being wielded by a woman that Ry beds. And nope it isn’t okay. Not okay even and not all right as a casual anything. In fact, there simply is a turn off the switch when it’s like this. Switching off painful thoughts on her birthday must now exist as those come harsh on this night. However, she says nothing as her mind works on keeping out crazy visions of Payton with her family. Hence in her mind echoes, ideas of her parents are a no idea, No. No meeting family. So, with all her strength and a few more large swallows of alcohol Ry sternly retorts. ”Payton there no longer is a ‘we’ or an ‘us’. You can’t meet my family. My father wants to kill you if he gets to meet you. Add to it my siblings will torture us both because they know I don`t love any woman. Additionally, you have unsettled our lives with your constant phone calls and the mind-blowing quantity of endless emails. “

With such shared pseudo calmness arrives but it is barely that for Ry is deeply shaken. This exists even though Ry possesses loads of practice keeping everything tucked inside with the pretense of being an unemotional poised woman. The emotionless keeping her world of sex playmates and social life separate from family and work life. God knows that she doesn’t need anything unearthing to create troubles, but yes, it now has. Plus, according to her, the personal info belongs only her. The personal data only need to be known by family, Sheila, and Orianna.

In that thought, Payton tries once again to prove that she knows Ry. “But Ry, please? I admit that I didn’t know those things but I now know you.”

“No, you don’t truly know me. If you did you wouldn’t be torturing me on my birthday.” Shoots out in a sighing of trying to hold that constant calm as her mind spins of ‘Wish you would let me drink alone. Drink so that I get four hours of sleep. But at this rate that isn’t happening either.’

Boom! There it is. Finally, a minor unhinging of the cool, even if most of it is in Ryanne`s thoughts. The result sends out frustration murmurs as Ryanne casually lets the phone fall to the bed before taking to several more swallows of wine directly from the bottle. In doing so she hears Payton chattering even though no one is listening. Ry rolls her eyes into her head with sincerely not caring but she must tidy up this crap with Payton so her that father is happy. That has her once more reaching to collect the phone to hold it to her ear to then listen to the tail end of something with Payton say, ”You should love me and let me close to you. I can deal with family.”

There comes a profound inhaling from Ryanne as she then slowly releases it. She must find centering. Thus she embarks on insisting to own peace and balance to deal with what she must. Yes, that needs happening as she daydreams of being already passed out drunk but she isn’t that. So, it is one more try at repairing this shit with Payton or it is to be a ‘not so’ complex plan to commit murder in Paris during tomorrow. That amuses Ry`s mind for a moment. It does for committing a capital crime could be interesting but then her father would want her seeking the rights to any architectural shit involving prisons. That possibility still brings the results of her father demanding that she work at the ungodly hour of seven every morning. Which is easier than the current situation of waking at five to have breakfast with then doing the road warrior thing through heavy traffic. Thus, prison is doable but not truly necessary in her life. So another attempt is made at settling Payton`s tantrum. “Do I love you, Payton?”

“Ryanne, please.”

“No Payton. Answer me.” Ryanne insists in demanding the truth be said by Payton. “Do I love you?”

“You said that you don’t. So no, I guess not.” Comes in annoyed disappointed whining with understanding things as everything now come to be basic between them.

“Does it take love between two to have a healthy relationship between two people?” Interrogates Ryanne hoping that this is getting through to her former lover at long last.

“Uhm, Ry please, please,” Payton says in pleading with not liking the chat that comes filled with the undeniable truth about the end of their relationship coming into full view.

“No, be a good girl for me and answer me.” Enforces Ryanne as she takes another sip of wine to make the numbing come faster. Then as the liquid fills her throat Ry`s ponders, ‘why on Earth do I get girls who need so much extra attention. Why can it not be great sex buddies for a while to then find new ports to enjoy?’

“Well Ry, it may but we are…”

“No. Answer me. Payton, you must only give the answers to my questions. So, does it take real love to keep a good relationship functioning long term?”

That questioning comes followed by Ryanne pulling a bed sheet over her body to get comfy. She wants to sleep for she is exhausted and that only a few hours remain for achieving some sleep. Yet, this chat is never-ending. Not ending and it must be dealt with before sleep and prior to tomorrow coming into existence.

“Yes, it does need love but we,” Payton stops to sigh for she has answers that she isn`t liking and she holds them back from being said with hoping that Ryanne stops with the truth to return to enjoying what they used to share.

“No. No, there is no reality of a ‘we’ any longer. You are correct that it takes love. Payton, I agree with you that it takes love. So since the love between us is one-sided with it not enough to keep a relationship between us then we need to move on in life.” In saying such Ryanne closes her eyes to then shoot them open for she almost dozed into sleep. That shocks her into forcing herself to sit up on the bed to then supply another drink of the wine to pour down her throat. “So, so, since I don’t love you, do you think that continuing with a relationship makes life healthy for either of us?”

“You are wonderful to me…” flies from Payton who refuses to hear anything about the relationship between being less than an amazing thing.

This immediately makes Ry shake her head to breathe then deeply in an exhaustive sigh. As Payton hears the frustrations she finally decides that she must give in. “Well, you are great to me and especially when it is sex.”

“It is a gift, darling. But it isn`t enough to have you happiest and you do deserve to be loved.” Asserts Ryanne with taking another swallow of the sweet alcohol with it all creating a nice effect of sleep coming. That may exist whether Ryanne wants it or not.

“So do you, Ry!” Payton states before then blowing a kiss through the phone while grimacing of losing the winning of Ry back to be her girlfriend.

“Uhm, that is not the topic.” Comes with verbally shrugging off the chat about herself while focusing on the task. ”It is you who is deserving love things. You deserve love. You should find it. So, since I don’t love you then you must go find someone who does. Okay?”

“Yes, but will we still have sex dates?” Queries Payton for her truly can`t fathom her life without being able to fuck Ryanne on a regular basis.

Ry smirks through the sleepiness to supply, “All that you can handle.”

Payton begins crying with saying things that neither understands due to the weeping. Yet, Ry listens while falling asleep with the last words heard being, “Ry, go to sleep. I will stop but visit me soon. I am horny. You must come fuck me.”

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Arousing Ry - Chapter 6, Naughty Truth

However, Ryanne currently is trying to sort out why she suddenly not thinking straight with an existing of weird sensations within her. Within this Ry tries to regain control of whatever that is not seeming normal as she lay on the table staring at the chandelier that dangles from the ceiling. In gazing at there exists astonishment of how Orianna suddenly turns into not being submissive but keeps the roll of it while giving into the birthday wish. Thus, Ryanne quietly finds her senses with pushing aside the odd energy that entered her moments ago.

With such accomplished Ry decides that the rest of the evening involves no BDSM. Her subsists of enjoying a romantic dinner and chatting of life. Hence, there possibly might be sexual pleasure at her house later. Yet, Ry knows that such things on occasions allow Orianna to think that a mutual love relationship has a possibility between them. Thus, romance and love ideas must be thwarted. She can’t truly allow Orianna to be more than BDSM for the kink exists as the first need in Ry`s intimate life. So, this allows the need for controlling things in concern to love ideas but in all honestly, it is beyond too late. Yes, Orianna romantically loves Ry. That comes as not an issue for Orianna respects Ry enough to know that the feeling has no potential of being mutual. With a deep breath Ryanne arranged herself to sit on the table`s edge with immediately looking down at Orianna in conveying, “Orianna, may we have dinner? May we enjoy some dancing? Then it would please me to wake with you in my bed tomorrow. Please, let the power exchange not exist for the remainder of my birthday.”

“Huh?” Comes from a woman who knows that stepping outside scene isn’t ever given as a permission. Yet, Orianna also knows that Ryanne controls the scene no matter what for its part of their written contract of BDSM.

Ry understand that too as she watches the puzzlement on Orianna’s face. This provokes Ry to restates the request “Orianna, no more Dominea, and pet tonight. We may do friends and casual pleasure. Please relax with me to enjoy an evening of dancing, chat, and wine. I promise you many orgasms in my bed and then you being held in my arms.”

“But we have a contract, Dominea.” Arrives filled with worried whispers as Orianna slides from the chair to kneel upon the floor. Her mind comes flooded with ideas of somehow having displeased Ryanne. So, Orianna crouches in waiting to receive punishment. This Ry smiles about but shakes her head in with giving a sigh of she should have known it could be perceived as improper actions. Thus, Ry descends off the table knowing that she must clarify.

“Do you need more than some casual sex, drinks, and an evening with me? If you do and you truly need the power exchange tonight then we continue tonight`s play session.” Ryanne retorts with standing in front of the kneeling woman with wanting Orianna to understand. So Ry firmly states. ”Orianna, stand up to look me in the eyes as you have permission to speak freely.”

Orianna rises but she doesn’t look Ryanne in the eyes as she whispers, “I have done you wrong. My Domme, punishments, please allow me to kneel for punishments.” Arrives in pleading.

“There is no wrong.” Instantly proclaims Ry in doing damage control for the Orianna is a natural submissive in her mentality. Hence, Ry further shares “You have given abundantly. You may trust that no one gives oral pleasure as you do.” This brings Ry to place a finger under Orianna’s chin in demanding Orianna to look into Ry`s eyes as her voice tone is strong. “Orianna, the birthday girl gets her wishes. I am the birthday girl. I wish you in my bed without the limits of our contract.”

“But we have a deal. I give you submission and you supply controls.” Orianna meekly voices while frantically surveying Ry’s eyes for answers to what causes the displeasure and the stop in the power exchange.

Ryanne ponders this worry before judging that the apprehension is understandable and so she gives further assurances. “We are okay, Ori. But for tonight you now submit to being the naughty submissive with treating your Dominant the way that you would any lover. Punishment is you being an hour late for work tomorrow. Then after tonight, we continue our contract.”

Ry says this knowing that it solves many things for Orianna in concern to this moment. One of which exists as pushing past the untruth of being displeased by Orianna. Plus, a provision of a mild punishment for a fictitious wrongdoing exists in the form of a mere lateness on a day that some people often are late for work. Ry knows that Orianna must relax in order to think clearly of things so that her mind changes gears into a non-BDSM orientated sharing, For if she doesn’t there may be sub-drop and that can scar a submissive with hurting the power exchange bond. Hence, there is softly spoken, “You will do this, my pet. So, please, sit on the right side at the dinner table. We are having dinner, and then dancing before you are to be cuffed to my bed in my house. Do you understand?”

Orianna hesitantly agrees with the evening proceeding with diligent attention to creating a casual atmosphere. This brings out that cool charm that Ryanne easily produces. They chat of work court cases, building projects and who sued whom over architectural misdemeanors in the world. It gets interesting but near the latter portion of the meal and after a couple glasses of wine, Orianna asks a few intimate questions.

“So, did you love the one that you are hiding from? And yes, you are hiding Ry. It is written all over you that you are, for you are with me on your birthday. You are with your toy and not your girlfriend. So, I assume that this last one got close. Did she say the love words? And yes, I know how that goes when it is you. So, maybe, just maybe you loved this one?”

She looks at Ry in that way of almost motherly chastising. It leaves Ry with an uneasy feeling too. It especially does since those statements and that stare holds deep truths on occasion about some relationships that she pulls away from. Ry often hides and wishes to stay hidden when emotional things get wild. Yet, that is not true currently but yes, she refuses to love anyone outside her family. Such must remain as truth no matter who loves her or what type of deal is made about love. All intimate relationships either remain as lust based or she walks away.

Orianna sits smirking before leaning back in the chair as Ry eyes survey Orianna’s of the intent of the moment`s ago questions. Hence, Orianna supplies a very analytical stare back at Ry in an attempt to divine answers to the questions. Then before lowering her eyes she softly states, “There are times you fascinate me. Maybe one day you will let go of all that pain and let love hold you. There is a love that can be your dream.”

That too makes Ry uneasy, but a smile on Ry’s lips grows over the analyzing and statements. It continues to as Orianna gives a push for answers to queries. “Was it love Ry? Was it love like I stated years ago? You know the love of when you kissed me to whisper that it is best to keep it as lust. “

“No, Ori. I do not love anyone.” Ry claims in mumbles with adjusting her ass on the chair as she musters keeping the entire cool persona intact.

This allows Orianna the understanding that answers are coming. So, she continues. “Did you want to love her? It might be possible even if you didn’t want me in your heart. And that is fine with you and me. We have an understanding for I find happiness in many ways but Ry...Uhm.”

Next, Orianna reaches across the table to hold one of Ry`s hand in solid possession. Within this Ry tries to pull away for the chat is now uncomfortable in mood and topic. Of course, there comes an attempt to endure within shrugging it off, as Orianna demands to continue her agenda.

“You will listen to me. And it is not because; I am a lawyer or intellectual. But because I actually care for you beyond the sex things that we do.” With that said Orianna begins to drift further into a dangerous area in concern to Ryanne. “You said that we have equality for our dinner tonight. Thus, we now chat as friends and not as BDSM playmates. Therefore, you need to listen to me without becoming that collected pile of persona that goes cold when the topic is of feelings or love concepts.”

With that Ry automatically leans forward with rising up over the tiny dining table`s top. She smoothly comes directly facing Orianna’s face. Right there and so close Ry can taste Orianna`s breaths.

“Loving is more than what most people profess. Don`t judge me, Ms. Lawyer. It is certain that you do prefer the lust and kink when it`s a relationship with me. We asserted that long ago. But, if I ever explore love, then I am damn sure it will be epic if I do.” Comes in tints of cold smooth sweetness as Ryanne settles into her chair to frigidly stare into Orianna`s eyes commanding, “However, for now, I do lust. So, it is five sets of cuffs and pleasure until dawn. As for keeping the promise of dancing, you will dance for me in my bedroom and you will please me after. Maybe then, you receive pleasure if I wish it. Understood?”

The last sentence most comes growled and the coldness brings shivers to Orianna for it is an instant return to power exchange. Orianna could let it unsettle but a good lawyer takes the heat of any moment to then turn the tables. So, with a winsome smile and leaning across the table, she softly tells a bit of truth. “You are missing out Ryanne. Trust me! You can trust that you are missing out when you deny love in your intimate life.“

Then rising from her chair to go stand in front of a seated Ry, Orianna kneels at Ry`s feet in stating, “One day she is coming for you. She will come to devour your soul with a single look. You will melt in her presence. You will collar her and need it more than anything. It will be you with wanting to say of love. It will be you requiring the marking of her with love in the saying of love. Then you will demand her to be your only one but you won`t be able to solve those crazy emotions that you cage. You won`t be able to because you feel that you must hide. Then your heart will scream for even more of it. You will be lost but so found too. What then, Ry?”

With that Orianna leans forward to respectfully kiss both of Ry`s feet to then rise again. Next, she pushes up to stand up fully with peering down at Ry. Orianna doesn’t say any more about love things. And Ryanne remains sitting with only surveying it for inside stunned feelings exist in concern to a lesson that Orianna tries to teach. She abides there as Orianna now tiredly claims, “We chatted as a friend and now a good night and a happy birthday to you. The night is an alone one for you. You have things that need to be done in private and quiet. So, I am going home. I need sleep for a court case in the early morning. Give me a call when you need me again. A call for when lust overwhelms and you need to be a Dominant so that love is scared away from your heart.”

Ry should lose her cool, yet she chooses to raise her wine glass as she thinks of response before giving permission to Orianna to leave her presence and the scene. In a moment Ry warmly conveys her exact thoughts, “Thanks for the orgasms. Those are great birthday gifts. I am calling you soon but first I give you a heads up for the third Sunday in next month. The session is including discipline. Yes, a suitable discipline for this evening. So, do expect it and please do not cancel.”

Orianna diligently listens to then collect her coat with giving a congenial farewell wave while retorting, “I will be on time. I will bring the whip for you to wield. And expect it fully hard and in the vein that I dished it out. For we always share the truth, so it must be the truth. Truth then and as it was now.”

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Arousing Ry - Chapter 5, Orally Orianna

Arriving at home becomes an automated process of the cycle going in the garage before Ry enters the house. With securing everything by turning on alarms she goes to the kitchen to retrieve a chilled bottle of Smirnoff #21 Vodka. Standing there she removes her the leather jacket and the shoes while walking toward the stairwell that leads to the upper floor where the bedrooms exist. On her way to the master bedroom, Ryanne slowly removes each and every garment with exception of her panties and that only stay on because of the tired. With an exhaustive sigh upon seeing her lovely king sized bed Ry picks up a vodka shot glass located on the top of her highboy dresser. Then with quick work, the bottle opens to permit filling the shot glass before it swiftly comes poured down Ry`s throat in one gulp.

“Yummy.” arrives in purring as the liquid smoothly fills to bring Ry to instantly pour more in the shot glass with her immediately making the contents speedily disappear down her throat. Then with standing there breathing and trying to find calm Ry tells herself a couple truths of life “Damn, I do have daddy issues and women are fucking driving me crazy.”

The third glass of vodka is poured but not until Ry settles nicely under the quilted bed comforter with next lounging upon the many pillows against the bed`s headboard. Then in feeling comfortable enough, Ry pours the third glass to merely take a small sipping as she closes her eyes to find peace with allowing the truthfulness of answers drains through her spirit. After many long moments she grimaces with saying, “Sir, I do my best to be, to be, oh what mother wants us both to be. But father I ain`t marrying some bitch just because she wants it. I do anything for you most days but marriage ain`t in this lifetime.”

With such said to no one but fully intended for her father Ry slowly sips the third shot glass of vodka before placing the empty glass on the night table before pushing downward under the sheets to sleep.

The next day brings waking near noon before an hour-long shower. This leads to enjoying a day busy with working on blueprint creations at home. There is small pseudo break when she orders pizza for a late lunch but only one slice is eaten while she continues her sketching. Then in no time, it`s seven in the evening so she heads out to a favorite pub to experience dinner with music. Such provides a relaxing night before returning home at two in the morning to once more sleep but without any vodka chasers this time.

Then the day arrives in all its glory, the big bad birthday day. The evening sweeps in fast with Ry currently in the shower while her choice of women for her special is busy with tasks in Ry`s bedroom. Orianna Juliana Macgregor stands almost nude within her femininely petite curves after arriving into Ryanne`s bedroom. She exists as Ry`s submissive playmate of ten years with Orianna planning this evening`s special dinner that comes as a request from her chosen Dominant.

The dinner date takes place at a fine dining establishment possessing private party rooms within the more upper-class section of New York City. The reserved dining room, of a no disturbance policy with limited waiter access, awaits them for an evening special sexual play. Yet, here in the master bedroom of Ry Masterson is a middle woman of delicately sculptured curves, wavy blonde tresses, and eyes of dancing sparkling blue that comes accentuated in nervousness for hopes that quick setup of the evening pleases her Dominant.

However such thoughts must be chased away. Hence, Orianna concentrates on dressing in the prepared clothes selected by Ry. She likes the feel of these garments of a front closure black leather bra and panties tied at the side with strings. Every sensation is enjoyed as the black fishnet stockings with garters slowly adorn her long curvaceous legs and petite torso. She is pretty and she knows it. Next Orianna smiles with of the cool feelings of sliding into the well-pressed tailored black tuxedo dress pants with accompanying raw leather belt. Sexy stuff, god you treat me well.” Orianna whispers as she proceeds to reach for the red silk paisley vest and faux tuxedo dress shirt cuffs with ruby cufflinks.

Once dressing that comes completed Orianna rests on the bed`s edge to place upon her feet the six-inch black leather stiletto heel shoes with a stem of solid polished silver metal. With this completed Orianna`s finger touches the only jewelry that she wears. She grins at both items with the first of them being a silver ‘submissive’ bonding ring upon the ring finger of her left hand. The other is a most obvious item for it exists as a braided black leather ‘submissive’ collar circling her lovely neck. Indeed she dresses for sexual success and to please her Dominant. It is with that thought flowing within her Orianna hears Ry demanding. “My pet, dry me and dress me.”

Ryanne`s shimmering emerald green eyes gaze upon her playmate while walking over to stand in front of this other woman. Ryanne looks down at the sitting Orianna as the water drips from her own nudity. She scans the treasure of the finely dressed submissive. “You are a treat. Tonight you are fucking me until I am exhausted. Your naughty tongue will be so busy that you won`t be able to talk tomorrow.”

“Yes, my goddess and thank you for the privilege.” Comes as an instant reply, while Orianna kneels before Ryanne as Ryanne drops two terry towels onto the lap of the kneeling woman. “I am unworthy but may I please count your orgasms and the licks?”

Ry likes the response; Orianna is very well trained with it being a pleasure to enjoy her. “You will count the licks and orgasms. But there are punishments for missing any. You will be fucked for ten minutes by a strap-on cock for every miss count.”

A thrill indeed, but some lesbians do not enjoy the activity of a phallus being used on them. Orianna can be moody about it but she experiences it on occasion. Thus, Ry awaits rebellion but Orianna retrieves the white terry towel to then thoroughly dab every inch of Ry`s wet silken skin until it’s dry. With this complete Orianna begins to smooth in jasmine lotion to each portion of Ryanne with maintaining silence with exception of asking to rise from kneeling. Soon this task is satisfactorily done causing Ryanne to sternly convey, “Slower next time and with kisses on each of my toes when you finish. More worship, less rush for the kissing and adulation are enjoyed by us both.”

Instantly Orianna falls to her knees to reverently kiss each of Ry`s toes with a repeated whispering of, “My apologies, my goddess. I beg forgiveness. Please forgive me?” She pleads in humbling herself in a pain of having done a wrong.

“That is it be a good slut. Twice more for each toe or my slut will be on Andy’s cross tonight while watching me masturbating. Do you want me pouring my precious cum all over your ex-girlfriends photos? Do you want them having what is yours? Uhm, do you my dirty toy?”

“No, my goddess. Please, no.” Orianna claims in almost tears as she kisses up over Ry`s foot. With seeing the devotion and territorial display Ry extends her left hand downward while coldly saying, ”‘Good girl rise up and I noticed that you bought me new things for my birthday.”

Such causes Orianna to rise up with swiftly playing a worshipful kiss on the back of Ry`s hand as she excitedly conveys, “Yes, my goddess, if it pleases you. You have gifts of new red lace babydoll lingerie, red stockings with garters and new six-inch black stilettos. There is also a long black leather trench coat to chase away the cold.”

Ryanne nods with hearing it while she looks at the items displayed on top of her bed. This provokes her to give permission to Orianna to get the clothing. “You are to kiss my hand after placing each item on me. Then it`s caring for my hair, makeup and a scent to have me smiling. So, show me your devotion and your need to care for me.”

Orianna happily thanks her Dominant for the honor with next proceeding to appreciate the splendor of being in the presence of the only woman that she trusts to be her Dominant. She thinks of this as she finishes the tasks to then kneel before Ryanne in humbly conveying, “I love you, care about you more than anyone does.”

This brings a smile to Ryanne`s lips as she glances at the well-done tasks being completed. “My pet, you do please me.” Then in reaching down Ry pets Orianna facial cheek. “You are good to place to your leash is in my trench coat pocket.”

This Orianna grins about as she glances toward the leash with excitement running through her. She likes being leashed, publically leashed too. “Yes, my goddess.’

Ry, in turn, raises her eyebrows in a show of it pleases that Orianna enjoys being an exhibitionist about her kinkiness. So she further shares the chat with knowing they must get going to dinner. “Are all dinner plans ready? We will leave immediately if these are just as you said of our birthday plans.”

“Yes, my goddess.” Humbly replies Orianna waiting for permission to depart for the restaurant.

“Then it`s off we go, my slut, you behave or Andy and you have a date.” As Ry states both women slowly travel downstairs to enter into the limousine that waits in the driveway outside the house.

Arriving at the restaurant the two women are escorted to the privacy of the reserved dining room. The door closes behind them to leave them alone within their dining chamber as the jazz music fills the room bringing further smiles to them both. At this moment Ryanne retrieves the leash from her pocket to swiftly attach it to Orianna`s submissive`s collar. When the clasp clicks an instant tugging on it comes with Ry looking Orianna dead center into the eyes with saying, “My slut must please me or this leash is to be a whip.”

In reply, Orianna lowers her head as she solemnly replies, “Yes, my goddess. Your wish is my command.”

“Good slut, now, keep that in mind as you tongue fuck,” Ry growls as she looks around at the room listening to the romantic jazz music to see that the medium-sized space is only candlelit illumination. The luxurious space comes setup with two large sized tables, four smaller ones, high-backed chairs and the food service furnishings. This supplies the words in a soft, “Very pleasing, oh yes.”

Ry continues her gazing at a part of her birthday, this room setup and the coming events and is pleased. She easily sees the first large table draped in red silk with it near the left of the center of the room. Resting on top of it exists two place settings for dinner. Along with this a three-tiered silver candelabra accompanied by one crystal vase holding four crimson color roses subsist on the table too. Such brings a giggle from Ry as she conveys “Romance, pet! You gift me romance and dinner for two. You must be falling in love with me. You have me wondering what our meal is, I do hope it’s pleasing.”

“Indian, four courses with a bottle of Clonakilla, Shiraz-Viognier Murrumbateman.” proudly grins Orianna who enjoys the praise over the effort done.

“My favorite. You even have the Australian red wine. Oh, you do please, yes, you do.” Respectfully conveys Ry with raising an eyebrow of happiness and nodding of being given a truly pleasant gift in such a short time for preparations. “I must pressure you more, more for you do decent when pressed with limits.”

“Yes my goddess, yes, please. I want to serve you more.” Orianna eagerly replies while Ry finishes viewing the setup of the dining room.

The further inspecting of the space brings Ry seeing the evening`s actual expectation comes to be noticeable when looking at the second large table. It holds no place settings while draped by a narrow foot wide drapery banner of red silk that plunges to the floor at mid center table. However, the two high back chairs at either end hold several sets of metal handcuffs dangling over the rungs. This table comes surrounded by the four smaller tables. Each of those holds the tools of the BDSM arts. These abide as implements of the more obvious items of paddles, vibrators, riding crops, clamps, binding tools, and a few pain for pleasure items. Yet, there also exist small glassware dishes of various liquids and freshly diced fruits. Such creates a giggling of glee to slip from Ry before she gazes at it all.

‘My slut definitely hopes to be fucking me. Oh yes, it shows.” Ry states sternly as she moves to stand beside the nearest chair that possesses handcuffs belonging to the large table almost empty. Turning around to look Orianna`s blue eyes Ryanne commands, “Tonight you feast with the main course being me. Remove my coat and assist me up on the table. Then dutifully prove that you know the arts of sensual sexual pleasure feasting.”

Orianna Macgregor smiles of finally having what she longed for since she received the phone call. Even more than that she needs this time with Ryanne for it`s a letting go. She lets go of the tight control and her conservative ways of a high-powered corporate lawyer. This blond exists as a renowned lesbian of powerful family connections and public service through her career. However, she occasionally finds it all overwhelming. Thus, on occasion, she chooses to allow Ryanne a control of everything in her non-work life. Ryanne, in turn, demands sexual pleasure in BDSM kink, whilst supplying any assistance to Orianna that may help. With that Ryanne also knows this woman inside out. She does and these types of rituals give balance to Orianna making Orianna feel more secure and capable of just relaxing. It, in turn, formulates Ryanne to feel that life is more than work and lust. It, in fact, brings romance with tinges of a type of love. Thus, having Ryanne adore Orianna. She thrills in Orianna`s vast intellect while treasuring Orianna`s heart that thunders of passionate love. It goes well with a beautiful soul that easily radiates from the submissive. This makes Orianna amazing to Ryanne even if the relationship is a hidden treasure that provides sexual bonding within kinkiness every second Sunday in both of their lives.

But tonight is special. It exists as a birthday special as Orianna reaches to hold Ryanne`s left hand to place a chivalrous kiss on it before then assisting Ryanne gracefully step upon the seat of the chair. Ry elegantly ascends to turn around in firmly commanding, “Remove the coat.”

Orianna diligently unbuttons the trench coat making sure to keep constant gaze into Ryanne`s eyes. Unlike most Dominates, Ryanne likes eye contact and demands it to be almost a constant. Eye connection between Dominate and submissive usually is a limited thing but Ryanne requests to know all that is Orianna. Therefore that intends eyes and souls connecting. Yes, connection as the trench coat is removed to allow Ry sits to upon the table`s surface in stating, “You have the freedom of choices. Do not let me down. It is to be at least seven orgasms for my birthday feast.”

With a fluttering of those eyelashes, Orianna smiles as she proceeds to the table holding the BDSM tools and foods set out for pleasure sharing. She collects the dish of blueberries and the one of white chocolate syrup. She does so with the knowledge that both are Ry`s favorites. Orianna carries both dishes to place them on the tabletop beside Ry as Ry studiously watches to then convey, “My pet, we both are going to be high on sugar and you will need to give me at least twenty orgasms to solve the calories.”

Orianna giggles with liking the praise and the idea of more service to be given. This has her folding the trench coat it into a pillow while tenderly requesting Ryanne`s hand. She wants it so that she may kiss the open palm as she humbly begs, “My Goddess, please, please may I have you lay down?”

Ry begins to relax backward until she feels close enough to lie completely upon the table`s surface. Then as Ry settles Orianna places the trench coat pillow beneath her head of brunette tresses. With that, all settling as comfortable Orianna turns to walk to the end of the table where Ryanne `s closed legs drape over the edge in a dangling. Reaching to pull back the chair Orianna kneels on the floor at Ry`s feet to proceed leisurely playing soft kisses of worship upon the tip of each stiletto shoe. As the kissing proceeds upward in inches by inch as Ry`s scent fills her lungs to assist with arousal.

This is not a need for Orianna since Ryanne does stimulate all senses upon first sight. Yet, Ry`s aroma exists as a mere drug for it possess a mystic to it. Smooth, silken, a hint of darkness and a pungent mysterious sweetness when tasted and this Orianna deeply enjoys. As she tastes it through the fishnet stockings she feels teased with needing so much more of Ry. Thus, she brings kisses further upward on her Domme`s legs as she rises from kneeling while hearing that Ryanne`s breathing deepens with each kiss. Ryanne`s long lovely legs do enjoy being touched, especially when it`s in kisses of love that move upward in worshipful affection on both legs until those kisses come inches away from the upper thigh.

”Come, my slut, you want it. Come please me.” in slightly heavy breaths of anticipation of the coming pleasures.

Hearing this Orianna stands still bringing her hands to caress both legs from the kneecap to curve of the thigh that meets the torso. She works her palms upon the skin that peeks through those stockings of Ryanne. This encourages massaging there with playing back to the knee to then reach down gripping the left stiletto to raise it upward from dangling. Elevating it until it`s table level but she doesn’t stop for Orianna next plays more kissing to the calf portion of Ryanne`s leg as Orianna raises the foot upward to lie upon her own right shoulder. Once done of this the placement of Ry`s right leg upon Orianna`s left shoulder, in the same way, exists to then allow kisses to its calf portion. Within standing there Orianna permits those muscular legs to dangle down over shoulders as she gazes into Ryanne` eyes. Looking there, seeing the beauty of rebellion`s way that allows a ‘submissive’ the treasure of dominance and the feelings of it being something that is too much, but it is the birthday gift that Ryanne wants to be given.

Indeed it exists as the true want. Ry likes being served by Orianna more so than any other submissive.

She even enjoys the public occasions of them being around each other Orianna where Orianna behaves in submissive ways toward Ryanne. Orianna isn’t this way with others but with Ryanne she is. Thus, Ryanne wants to be given that which Orianna hides from others, the submissive that hides in a public persona of a dominant woman.

“Own me!” comes sharply from Ryanne ”Make me your treat. Show me your desire and be my balance. Show me that I can trust you. Make my body your playground. Play out our temptations, and tempt me into letting you own me. Make the truth to only be what is our pleasure.”

Orianna smiles to immediately snap her open left palm to Ryanne`s ass in a show of governance and controlling the scene. “Come on, fuck me with the arts of sensual sex.” Demands Ryanne in sharp commandment. “Make me wetter!” This brings another snapping spank to that same ass cheek. “Not good enough!” Ryanne sternly chides. ”More!”

Orianna looks at her with a growing fire of defiance in a need to prove that she can fuck her Domme. Hell yes, she will. Thus, her right-hand throttles upon that other ass cheek making Ryanne gasp of the sharpness of the sting. That inspires six rapid snaps to that same ass cheek causing Ryanne to tighten everybody muscle with than giving a playful sinister chuckling of “More, I like that.”

Orianna enjoys this; it shows that she likes a little control for it’s a bit of rebellion that comes from the energy of her Domme. So, she begins individual spanking swats to each ass cheek in a rotation of sides until her hands are stinging. This is a lovely pleasure-pain that brings a licking of her palm to thoroughly enjoy the sensations. These exist as deep dirty sexy feelings that provide intense inhaling followed by similar exhaling as a mischievous joy sweeps Orianna`s senses.

Ryanne giggles of the pain zinging on her skin as her pussy lips tingle of wetness and electric arousal now that her redness radiates on both ass cheeks. Without a doubt she is horny. She hasn’t had sex since being with Payton and tonight she needs to. She wants to have sex, and it`s the second of the reasons that playtime is this way it on this night. Sex with Orianna always exists as a treat and tonight as Ry looks at this beautiful woman of blue eyes she coldly conveys, “I thought that you said that you loved me. That is barely caring. Now, love me!”

Orianna stares at her with curiosity for she does love Ryanne. Years ago she truly fell in love with Ryanne Masterson, yet she knows Ryanne only wishes this type of relationship. Thus, loving Ryanne is sexual love and at this moment Ryanne needs extreme sexual love. It must be more of what her Domme thinks is a bit of love and with knowing Ryanne as she does Orianna easily understands that spanking barely exists as a flirtation for Ryanne. She often watches Ryanne whip her own self, whip and throttles her own ass in displays of showing the pleasure of pain. A display that always seems a pleasure to watch for Ryanne tends to orgasm from the pain coming so intense. In many ways, Ryanne could be a great ‘submissive’ but she only desires to be Dominant. So Orianna stands there pondering, ‘What would my goddess do’? With that thought barely completely Orianna unleashes her leather belt from her tuxedo pants. She swiftly folds it together to then in a firm gripping she swings it high to next smack it on that left ass cheek of Ryanne. The sounds create thunder trails into the room having Ryanne scream of pain and orgasmic wonder as cum squirts through the red lace panties.

“Count it, my goddess. Count it for us, please?” Meekly asks a woman who knows to be careful when addressing or demanding of a Dominant within BDSM.

Ryanne catches a hold of her own senses while being dizzy of the high of orgasm. Ryanne breathes heavy of the unexpected orgasm while being in awe of the ability of her submissive to deliver such control and need without readiness for it. Yes, Ryanne underestimated Orianna. It seems that her pet maintains a few secrets of being able to be a Dominant. Thus, Ryanne eyes Orianna through the daze of lust while feeling the wet of cum on her own skin. She does to then announce in a studious tone, “One, one orgasm!”

Orianna next lays the belt upon the tabletop so that she may open the container of blueberries. Upon doing so she leans between Ryanne`s open thighs but she maintains strict stare into Ryanne`s eyes. With leaning down she breathes in the sweet scent of cum on pussy lips having Orianna licks her own upper lips in anticipation of tasting the treat. Yet, in order to taste it, the tiny bowed string that seals the panties closed must be untying. That has Orianna tilting closer to nuzzle her nose against the panties and the tiny lace bow. Orianna permits her nose teases Ry`s tingling lower lips. Ryanne wiggles with tensing up her lower muscles as she brings her upper body to rise for watching the tasting process. However, Orianna causes her left hand to lie flat on the midsection between Ryanne`s breasts to push Ry to lie back down. This once more shows that Orianna takes control of the scene, just as a Dominant should.

This being given permissions to be the Dominant on this evening of kinky play becomes a comfy thing at this point. So it`s back to concentrating on nuzzling wet pussy lips. This makes Ryanne squirm with wanting the panties off. Yet, Orianna takes her time with opening a gift, a lovely cum covered presently. She wants to build more arousal for high is important when Ry needs sex. Thus, that firm probing tongue whips out to lick the fabric on the panties making Ryanne gasp of the sensations that follow. This instantly brings tension returning with tightness in the lower muscles as Ryanne’s open palms press the table over the memories of Orianna amazing abilities in giving oral pleasure.

Such is so marvelous that everyone should worship Orianna for those skills and Ryanne secretly does. Ry may consider herself in control of things in life but Orianna sure knows how to tongue fuck. Orianna easily does this until no control exists with making Ryanne almost willing to enjoy love in life. Yes, love for Orianna is heaven in endless ways. And with that thought, Ry feels Orianna beginning to rake her teeth on the fabric of the crotch of Ryanne`s panties. In return, Ryanne moans sweet cries of, ”You are teasing me. Teasing. You get spankings.”

Orianna smirks to then clinch the lace tie between her teeth before gently tugging to pull it undone. Such leads to nuzzling as she works the tie completely loose to reveal that wetness glistening upon womanly lips, lips that desire to taste. Once more another smirk comes as she flicks the tip of her tongue to taste test the sweet treat. “Yum,” She hums as she plays her nose through the heated folds of Ryanne’s hungry pussy, a pussy that pulse of needing pleasing with then getting satisfying soon.

So Orianna’s hands cup Ry`s ass pushing it upward as though it`s a holy chalice for worshipping. Holding it, then breathing tenderly upon those lower lips to create deeper breaths that cool into supplying a chill and shivers to a woman who needs more after already having one orgasm. Oh yes, Ry requires much more. Orgasms a needed thing, a ‘now thing’ that she must exist and Orianna suddenly dives into hungrily sucking those swollen wet pussy lips. It immediately sets Ry off balance forcing out wetness in an intense orgasm.

“Two!” sharply claims Ry as she counts the second pleasure eruption.

Inspiration, a gift that inspires a raw wanting within Orianna as she partakes of pleasure`s liquids and the taste of plump pussy folds. It rocks Ryanne’s body forcing her hands to snap hard against the table, while she groans and gasps of the desire shown by Orianna. Desire that has Orianna continuously gripping pussy folds between her upper lips in possession whilst gently suckling within tugging outward until those snap from her lips grasps. Next Orianna breathes the deliciousness of the mystical aroma of cum. This causes Orianna `s own lower lips to be wetter with her needing an orgasm.

Yet, she holds it to once more suckle, kiss and then clamps her teeth upon Ry`s vaginal folds. Orianna gradually rakes her teeth over the delicate wet skin as she stretches the pussy folds to eventually release them. The moist puffy flesh lay within stillness as relentless pulsating for more has Ryanne`s breathing deepen causing dizziness. Ryanne quakes of the passionate pleasure that comes as an assault of sensations. Then again Orianna suckles and teases those pussy lips before feasting like a wild hungry beast. She relentlessly buries her tongue within the heated canal in a nuzzling while breathing upon the moistness with kisses. It forces Ryanne into trembling uncontrollably over the pleasure sharing while her next three orgasm rise within Orianna not stopping as Ry counts as each exists in the hunger of oral pleasure.

“Three!” screams forth to then moments later a gasping of, “Four’ and in that swimming of lustful sex Ry is lost in sensations as her pussy is treated to heaven triggering her to bellow, “Five!”

It`s getting intense between them with Orianna’s hands now gripping Ryanne`s ass in squeeze, pushing it, molding it in her palms and then crawling her fingers over to the valley of that naughty anus. Edging along she holds her lover and imprints her nails into Ry`s ass`s skin. Digging into the flesh just enough to let Ryanne know that it`s marking her. Then with the tiny channel between the ass cheeks comes nuzzled by Orianna before slipping in her index finger of her right hand to begin rimming that dirty dark hole. She takes to teasing it, pleasing it and once more it forces Ryanne into more sensations. Thus, it creates a continuous symphony of sensual moans to fill the dining room for Ryanne does enjoy anal play. It is such a lovely erotic feeling that Ry tightens all her lower womanly muscles. Then instantly Orianna’s tongue wiggling with tapping the inner sanctuary of Ryanne`s pussy. The beautiful result is a sexy naughty moaning scream of ecstasy, along with the squirting of a powerful orgasm that sprays into Orianna`s throat. Yummy creamy cum eagerly feasted on with dribbling down Orianna’s chin as Ry breathlessly counts, “Six, six, fuck me more.”

Orianna`s fingers scoop the creamy cum up before she climbs onto the chair to get enough leverage to crawl on the table. Once there she leans over Ryanne`s body lengthwise in straddling to place a raw rough kiss to those trembling upper lips. This brings Orianna to kiss Ry`s upper lips. Then as she released Orianna gazes deep into Ryanne eyes with Ry conveying, responds, “You are fucking good. More.”

That forces a gleaming grin upon Orianna`s lips as she sweetly expresses, “Yes, my goddess. We have more though, so please be ready for more.”

Reaching backward, while settling into saddling position above Ryanne, Orianna retrieves the dish of blueberries. One berry is placed tenderly upon Ryanne`s upper lips to then be pressing it in between them with a finger encouraging such. ”Please, eat these. You need liquids.”

After the first berry, several more and with berry number seven Orianna stretches behind herself to trace a blueberry through Ryanne`s pussy`s lips before bringing it back around to pop it into Ryanne`s waiting upper lips. “Tasty cream. You were such a good girl, my goddess. Your creamy cum is a fine wine and I want more. But first, I must fill that naughty pussy with a few of these berries to see if you can make a gourmet wine.” That brings a giggling as Orianna wiggles upon Ryanne`s torso before pushing herself back to stand on the floor of the private dining room.

In the next moments, Orianna sits her bum on the chair. She then reaches to grip Ry`s legs in snuggly tugging Ry`s ass to the table`s edge. As she does Ryanne grips the pseudo pillow to keep it under her head while Ry`s legs over Orianna’s shoulders. This provides decent comfort with a great view for more feasting. Thus, the kinky sensual birthday dinner continues with the appetizer before the main course of actual food. Hence, Orianna gets busy tucking five blueberries into Ryanne`s vaginal canal. Of course, they are easily squashed due to the heat and pressure but those berries go in to create blueberry nectar to dribble out. That brings Orianna `s tongue to be busy lapping it up as she breathes cool air upon wet pussy lips. In enjoying the pleasure Orianna flicks of her tongue to once more tease womanly lips into understanding that someone must orgasm again. And Ry needs to do it very soon.

Such a naughty thought that is soon to be a reality. It comes with Orianna`s two open palms resting on Ry`s vaginal mound as Orianna`s fingers tap the warm flesh that radiates of energy. It drives Ry crazy with arousal causing Orianna’s tongue to begin scooping out any berry fragments. In the pleasure of the sexual love giving Orianna remains focused on her tongue turning, twisting, scooping and teasing vaginal muscles into a tightness. Wild sensations fill Ryanne over and over as she rides into Orianna`s tongue with Orianna intensely enjoying the confines of the creamy swollen canal. Then Orianna diligently plays flicking and lapping at the muscles to bring out richer breathing from both women Ryanne as shows that she just needs more. She wants more and so Orianna brings two fingers to drift up the mid center of swollen lower lips. Such is followed by tracing through them thrice to then suddenly thrust hard into the canal making Ryanne take it deep and rough.

“Fuck me!” Ryanne loudly commands.

Happiness consumes Orianna with the onslaught coming hard and faster into that tight womanly hole. The firm pounding causes Ryanne to edge away from being snug against Orianna but she clamps her legs against Orianna’s backside as Orianna`s free hand slides under that ass nudging Ryanne to remain in place. They each maintain being solidly close having Orianna `s two fingers continue the throttling into the heated hole to build to the seventh orgasm. It continues into a mesmerizing rhythm with both women feeling a natural high over the energy shared. It`s almost otherworldly having Orianna falling more in love with Ryanne wild in feelings that she understands to be lust. But are they? Then as the heat and tension build then Orianna suddenly stops all movement.

”No!” Screams Ry, “More, more!” She demands within panting breaths.

It`s evident that another orgasm rise to want release and it can now come in waves of blissful creaminess. The wild sensations overwhelm the usually controlled Ry who is left in a living Hell waiting for more thrusting. Yet, Orianna tenderly totally removes her hand from Ry to merely trail fingertips up over Ry`s side. Then those very fingertips move over a flexing tummy as Orianna leisurely watches pussy lips throb of needing a release.

Instantly, Ry growls of being left to hold orgasm as she grips the table`s side edges to hold some control of the moment. The sweeping emotions come crashing wildly to have the moment hard on her for something is happening tonight within this loss of control over her own sexual release. True, a need for more exists but something else filling her with experiencing Orianna in control. It makes Ry barely thinking of anything but somehow the notion of ’what, how and where is my control of me.’ No control tonight when control is something that she is perfect at.

Yet, as Ry gasps Orianna`s open palm soothingly wander upward over tummy to feel the energy and power radiating from Ryanne. She feels it even more as that hand maneuvers through the valley of Ryanne firm round large breasts. Then she halts motions saying, ”You are so beautiful. I adore being your ‘pet’ and like giving you this gift. Happy birthday, my goddess.”

The reply is a breathless command, “Fuck me! Now!”

With such said one swift motion brings two fingers thrusting rapidly into Ry`s pussy as Orianna`s other hand clasps Ryanne`s left breast. Immediately nipples pop even harder within higher arousal. Orianna holds that breast feeling Ryanne`s heart thumps wildly as they both pound into creating orgasm number seven. It comes forcefully squirting over Orianna`s with Ry screaming. “Seven!”

Yet, they don’t stop the sharing of the rhythm is good. So good that it steadies at a high pace of tension, lust and powerful pushing. Pushing as Orianna throttles into Ry`s pussy in twisting fingers to tickle every muscle until eventually more erupts.

“Eight!” Roars out in passionate release causing Ry`s body to relax on the wooden tabletop.

Orianna smiles of her accomplishment with beginning to lick up cum as she states in giddiness, ‘”Sweet appetizer, my goddess. May we enjoy the rest of the fruit for dessert? May we dance after? May I give you number nine just because it’s, it`s your birthday?”

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