Hence, thoughts flood, thoughts of, ‘this chick can be worth a few months of kinkiness but not if I am the submissive in bed.’ That brings more in a similar vein of ideas. ‘Yes, in bed, she is waiting in my bed and this one seems to think that she owns it.’ With that thought, Ryanne pushes away from the wall to swipe her palm on the wet that clings to her thighs. That thus has her pondering next steps. As she does she gazes at the creamy wetness upon her hand. It provokes a statement of “Uhm, nope, not cool. Not ‘our’ bed and you will see who is what.” She whispers in breaths not succumbing to this woman or anyone.
Next Ry straightens posture to instantly reinstall that entire innate coolness around herself as she then casually strolls into the bedroom. After doing so she nonchalantly leans against the highboy dresser that stands just inside the bedroom door. She takes to watching the sexy lil blond treat being comfy upon the silken sheets. “I have a collar for you if you wish it. Do you?”
“No, and you know it is you who is to wear it. Not me. I am your Dominant, baby. You will enjoy being my pet. That is if you wish collared this early. If so, then you will be collared on our next sex date. However, it`s a little early for getting serious. But, I am sure that by the week`s end you will be calling me, your Mistress.”
“Uhm!” barely comes spoken but it comes. Then there exists a sharp understanding in concern to what can transpire in the next moments. It brings a stern grimace with the raising of eyebrows over who gets what and why. Then a darkly cold stare pierces those eyes of blue that smile at Ry in the playful triumphant seriousness of Cecilia thinking she wins dominance.
“Ryanne, you are all bravado and coolness in life but inside you wish to submit to a woman who can handle you. Handle you and not permit heart things. I have known of you before today too. I do watch you with girls at both the pub and your favorite club. I additionally figure that eventually, we are to be this.” Claims Cecilia in a leaning more in against the pillows of the bed while continuing. “You are a wild cold brute that only wants extreme kinky sex with a woman who does keep pace. That can only come from a woman that is as dominant like you.” Cheerily announces Cecilia who obviously enjoys chat within sharing wrong observations.
“Uhm.” softly arrives from Ry who takes to studying things in a flashback to then evaluate this event in order to bring the next steps between them.
“I am that woman, Ryanne. I can fuck you. You don`t want you to love me but I will make you want more of me.” Cecilia unemotionally claims whilst snuggling into the pillows to cheerily finalize with. “You will succumb to me. I know that you will.”
“Uhm?” arises once again with knowing that such sincerely cannot happen in Ry`s life. Yet, Ry`s smile turns into an amusing smirk over Cecilia`s true persona. Ryanne next shifts her stance to lean more to the left while folding her arms across her breasts to give into further studying of a possible new sex friend. Yet, in doing so it triggers a comment from Cecilia for she too studies body language.
“You will not answer me like that anymore.” sharply responses Cecilia “ Ryanne, you dismiss our chat as unimportant. You need to be aware of who you are. Oh yes. For you are my slut, my whore, my play toy and my pet. I now own you. You will respect me and be, as I need you to be. I am most important to you.”
Cecilia glares at Ryanne who listens to it all. Ry doesn’t do much more than that though. Instead, her mind plots out that more pleasure must soon exist. Oh yes, more orgasm remains needed. Plus, Ry never allows a woman to leave her bed not pleased. And Cecilia still requires a climax. And with that understanding, Ry thinks of, ‘waste not, want not’. Hence, it is summed up that Cecilia needs to discover who the true sexual Dominant is.
“Oh god, woman! You really are a piece of work!” proclaims Ry in blazing that winning smile to be even bigger as she shows amusement. Within all this Ry understands what Cecilia may be plotting as her next steps and so Ry has a question. “Are you registered at any of the BDSM clubs here in the city?”
This comes followed by a studying of facial and body movements while waiting for a reply. A reply must be issued and for many reasons but mostly Ry now wants answers to nagging ideas before moving forward. And Cecilia may supply them if proper questions are asked. So, Ry inquires of clubs in order to verify if Cecilia is a real Domme. Possibly via that, it can be found if Cecilia likes conquering Dommes that she perceives as a weak female Dominant.
With a question in need of answering Cecilia eyes Ry to gauge what is up with Ryanne flinging about questions. She does this while thinking that she is called out. So she decides that she needs to be bringing out facts. “Yes, the Eulenspiegel Society, Fetish Tribe, Paddles, and NYC TNG. You belong to all of them with being classified as an experienced Lesbian Domme with hardcore kinks in bondage, breath control, pain-pleasure and orgasm control.” Comes stated as Cecilia sits erect on the bed to continue the reply “I am listed as a Lesbian Mistress with an extensive list of hardcore and soft kinks. I am seeking dominant partners for I like feisty sexual women like you.”
After responding Cecilia listens intently to Ryanne to hear if the disrespectful ‘uhm comes. She needs to know if lessons are being learned with Ry hopefully soon succumbing. The ‘uhm’ doesn’t come so Cecilia continues onward while Ryanne leisurely holds to leaning against the dresser. “Yes, you are on the register of Dominants but you aren’t the first I picked off it, nor are you the only one that is kneeling to me. So you aren`t alone, you have a small harem for a new home.”
With that Ry swiftly pushes away from the dresser to stand still for a long moment in focusing her energy. Alongside it, she stares at Cecilia until Cecilia gazes back to hold the constant gaze. The sharing comes intensely cold, and powerful in its energies. It sweeps in capturing total attention to everything occurring between them with both now understanding the situation. Thus, it remains eye to eye, no words while Ry walks to the edge of the bed`s footing. Standing there every curve is nude, every movement is poetry in motion as she comes to commanding a stalk stillness at the bed`s foot. Thus motionlessness forms the air in the room with Ry proudly accessing her inner power. Her long wavy brunette tresses form a frame of perfection about her beautiful dark Caucasian skin. Her eyes dance with life beyond all the lust but then the lust flickers into the coldness that her soul currently resides in. Added to this her stare waivers not as she reasserts within herself that a dominant human never kneel, and an alpha female knows her place of being the best.
Cecilia intently watches those jade green eyes dance; they seem to speak a secret language within an aura of collected lust. It is stunning. It is just as sweet as the love that roams in that moment of flickering before the lust and coldness consume it all. In this moment Cecilia sees beautiful worlds in Ryanne’s eyes. She sees powerful emotions that hide inside a rawness of confident woman. Ryanne knows that Cecilia sees these but it garners no smile. However, Cecilia smiles for she observes that gorgeous soul that lay deep within Ryanne. And that has Cecilia wanting to taste that soul. Yes, it must e enjoyed for Cecilia can now see why the coolness is as it is. It isn’t sexual and it is not of this world but it’s a power that simply is. And Cecilia wants, craves to have Ry`s soul that has a love so wild and unconditional.
“Who is she?” softly asks Cecilia after staring longer moments with wanting to see more of love in Ry`s eyes. But Ry hides that with more coldness as Cecilia submissively crawls across the bed to kneel on the bed in front of Ryanne while search Ry’s eyes for that amazing world that existed moments ago. In doing so she softly asks, “Who is the woman who loves you and that you can’t forget. She is bright when you think of yourself.” Cecilia states in further searching Ry`s eyes that now hide all love in an impenetrable chamber. It has Cecilia determined to know, thus she demands. “Please tell me. I want to know you. She loves you and you know it and she comes just before the dominance in you arrives to drive away the love that you have for her. Who is this woman who holds you so tight that you have enough confidence to rule the world?”
Ryanne smirks, “Uhm, Uhm, Uhm!” comes in amusement over things as Ry shuttles out no answers of those secrets belong to only three people. Those being herself, her soul mate and Ryanne`s mother.
Cecilia scowls of the disrespect, but then she looks into the eyes once more in scanning them to coldly state, “You are naughty, Ryanne.”
With a full sharp laugh, Ryanne reaches around to swat a firm authoritative spanking to Cecilia ass while Ryanne’s declares, “It is Domme or Ryanne. You choose! But you will choose now!”
No shock comes from it for Cecilia understands that she isn’t made of the same material that Ryanne is. It takes immense power to hold all that love in check while seeming so aloof “Ryanne, please, I...”
“You need me. Get your ass propped up on my bed. You need me to balance you.”
Cecilia smiles of that, she understands that but she isn’t here to be a submissive to a more powerful Dominant. Yet, she remains kneeling for a moment more to look into those eyes before then leaning in to whisper upon lips “One kiss, just one, my darling.” Then a kiss arrives within a mere breathing as it presses full and soft with tinges of sharing a secret. “I envy that love you have but I can’t succumb.”
Next rising from the bed Cecilia hears nothing from Ryanne but Ry is shaken for the only unconditional love in her involves her mother. If Cecilia sees that then a true secret is found but Cecilia only knows it a true love as she walks away stating, “I can show me out. The orgasm is a gift between sisters and please come to my concerts. Tickets will be always waiting for you. I want us being occasional fuck friends, but first I need to get you out of my head before we meet again. So give me a week.”
In response to the change of plans, Ry sits upon the bed`s edge to catch her senses. She does this as Cecilia walks from the room into the hall to begin collecting the pieces of her clothing for a departing the house. Ry, on the other hand, takes several deep breaths to access what happens now. She cannot comprehend of how on Earth does Cecilia sense that it’s ‘love matters’ that hide in her eyes. Then again maybe Cecilia actually might be similar to Ryanne like Cecilia claimed. Maybe birds of a feather know instinctively about each other. But Ry senses that they aren’t exactly the same. After all, Ry could never actively seek to force another Domme to submit.
Yet, both are alpha females but Cecilia changed to almost submitting when a strong love seemed available. Thus, Cecilia has ‘switch’ tendencies within her. Subsequently, Ry now knows that in the end, Cecilia may submit. This Ry could do Cecilia thinks that she can control Ryanne. So yes, possibly they can be ‘fuck friends’. After all eventually Cecilia may succumb to Ry`s pet. That makes no need of displaying who is the Domme. With that thought, Ry`s ass rises from the bed to stride out into the hallway.
In a second she stands at the pinnacle of the stairwell looking down into the living room where Cecilia rests upon the leather sofa while dressing her clothes she collected. Ryanne stares at Cecilia who adjusts the shirt to fit properly. Then Ry knocks on a wooden column of the stairwell and instantly the blond woman looks up. She smiles with seeing Ryanne still nude and aroused too. It creates awareness of being a woman walking out during sexual pleasure. That births a solid stare of intentional lust between them. It breeds understanding that opportunity to provide a climax or two.
Ry continues to look at Cecilia, peers at her with the most sincere demand for sexual pleasure. With the staring, Cecilia knows that she can`t leave. She understands that Ry is a sexual beast all wrapped in thick strands of coolness with hiding it until she needs tor release the alpha animal within. This in all honestly suits Cecilia with her once more removing clothing to stand nude in the living room. She next watches Ry descend the steps within leisurely predatory motions. As each second passes, they hold an intense exchange of energy through constantly watching each other’s eyes. This does not end when Ry comes to stand in front of Cecilia but Cecilia swallows a hard lump in her throat.
“Bad girl, bad, bad girl. I am not done with you.” Ry chastises as her hand's grip Cecilia’s knees caps.
“I am, I.” Cecilia keeps that gaze into those jade color eyes to see a powerful energy while sputtering out no sentences. “I.”
“Sorry, is what you seek. A sorry should come first. You fucked up. Once you apologize then you will do as I want.” Firmly announces Ry with maintaining the stare.
Ry caresses those widely spread thighs as Cecilia` s breathing changes into a softer smoothly deep rhythm. The Ry`s breathes cooling air on the nudity that sets waiting to be teased as she commands. “I want you. I told you that I do. You will be mine and then you beg me to collar you.”
“But, I don’t want…” Fumbles out Cecilia as her eyes see the passionate lust stirring deeper within Ryanne.
“I can`t breathe, it`s too.” She further claims as Ryanne rises up to stand with being too close; close enough to almost be touching Cecilia’s upper lips with a kiss.
“We are kissing, yes kissing and this time you have no choice in what is happening.” Voice Ry who tone becomes authoritative yet sensually smooth.
Cecilia knows this for she feels the potent invisible force of Ryanne’s sexual aura swarming her. It is a beastly thing of sensual, shadowy, and hypnotic energies. It arrives when Ry seriously focuses on sexual prey. Cecilia gasps as she feels it surround to consume while Ry`s fingertips play softly on her skin.
“No, please” Cecilia conveys in a dizziness as Ry stops hand movement to then suddenly see her prey`s eyes wide with the shock of stopping the touching. This brings Cecilia to beg, “More. No stop. I need.”
She takes to searching Ry’s eyes for a way to not give in but Ry isn’t the type to allow anything else if it`s long term commitment to sexual play. This provides a headshake by Cecilia to see if she can shake off this spell that Ry naturally weaves. But she barely can think. She swims in being dazed with being wildly horny to have Cecilia realize that she may enjoy submitting but the dominant woman inside her pleads. “No collar, no. I just want and need and.” But it is breathlessness in being overpowered by the lust that teems between the two of them. It comes full throttle while feeling the intensity of their mutual carnal energy. Thus, once more she begins begging, “Please. Please, touch it! It`s hot and you are too close and too...”
This has Ry smile as she then grimaces with saying, “I know that you want me, you come here wanting me. You are gonna give me everything and the collar will be pretty and mostly hidden.”
“Fuck me, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” Cecilia sends in a whining wish for Ry to touch her hot wet pussy as Cecilia press in a squirming against Ry`s nudity in a wanting to feel skin to skin. “Fuck me. I will fuck you too.”
“I eventually will. But you will please me first. However, you will give me my proper place first. I am the Top. I command and you will learn balance and how to please me.” Cool, collectedness in every sense and Ry simply waits for Cecilia to decide if she really can relent to the status of Ry`s ownership in a long-term sexual play contract. “If you really want then spread the thighs wider, my pet.”
“No, I can’t. No, Ryanne.” Occurs in growing sternness of not relenting into the domination. Yet, Ry reaches out to brush an open palm across that hardened nipple of Cecilia`s left breast. She does it as she then breathes deeper having those breaths steam upon Cecilia`s upper lips. Hot, sweet and nearly kissing with puckering lips but it remains a mere grazing. However, an intense sexual aura sharing builds to grip the two of them, as Ryanne grows hornier in watching Cecilia need pleasure. “I want.” breathlessly slips Cecilia’s lips as instantly her lips press on Ryanne’s.
A smoldering lustful kiss roars of neediness as Cecilia relents but the says through kisses. “No collar.” than with another smacking kiss with purring “No collar.” Then her tongue drives between lips as kisses are continuing and Ry captures that tongue between teeth to coldly stare into eyes giving a non-verbal warning. She growls with releasing Cecilia`s tongue. This arrives followed by Cecilia feeling Ry move away and Cecilia immediately pleads. “Yours, no collar. I will be your bed pet, your pet.” Then a sudden stop to somehow shake sense into herself as she humbly replies, “ Yours but no collar. You know I can`t. But I will obey you.”
Ry wants more than that. Yet, getting more seems to require patience so she grins of the minor conquest to then descend her open palm upon Cecilia’s left breast, as she coldly states, “No love, my pet.”
Next, the palm trails leisurely downward off the breast over a stomach that quakes of breathing and tension. Shivering as arousal goes higher while Ry`s hand plays on the hot skin to then cross in gliding upon a firm pussy mound. “Oh yes, oh yes. Ready for me.” comes stated in the surveying of what exists.
Then without warning, there are fingers walking downward to be tickling with the first touch upon womanly folds. “Wet, a wet pet is best.” Next, Ry grimaces as her finger spread pussy lips wide to inspect if she wants to give more “Shush, no climax until I say.”
Cecilia whines for that is hard to do. She barely holds the cream that wants free from simply getting caress where she needed touching. This Ry knows as Cecilia`s body instantly squeezes muscles tighter to hold onto the ensuing release.
“Be good!” Arrives in growling warning as Ry furthers forewarns, “If you climax then this is over.”
“Mm. Mm.” Moans the blond who constantly pants to bring cooling off but it seems to no avail. She must release now, even if she wants to belong to Ry with being kinky sex friends. Her entire body grows wilder in fiery feelings as her head tosses backward having her back arc. However, she grips onto maintaining no releasing as she forces every essence of herself to obey Ry`s command. Seeing that Cecilia be a good girl next Ry slips two fingers into Cecilia`s tight moist vaginal canal.
“Be good, my pet. It is only first knuckle deep, my pet. Hold on for more.” Announces Ry wanting Cecilia knowing that torturous pleasures exist as agenda.
In the moments Ry slowly begins pumping fingers in and out of Cecilia but she keeps it to only first knuckle depth.
“Oh no, no. More, Ry. Please, please deeper and more, faster.” Cecelia beseeches as her pussy muscles tighten like a vice around fingers, and the intensity becomes unbearable with barely containing the need to release.
“Domme! I am your Domme!” Growls Ryanne in protest over the use of a common title for this new thing lives as BDSM and she demands her proper title being used.
Instantly fear runs through Cecilia for awareness exists of how a BDSM Dominant can stop everything to then demand no orgasm. She definitely understands that for she usually is the Top and controlling the interactions. The fear is instantaneous noticed with Ry understanding that Cecilia`s mind now swings into the definite understanding that Cecilia allows herself to controlled like a submissive. And Ryanne wants that; she needs it in order to truly win the duel over who is the alpha female Dominant. Such a truth now earns Cecilia the right to an orgasm. And speaking of such Ryanne slides her fingers into the new submissive.
Slowly she inserts fingers deeper into the second knuckle to next hold fingers in stillness before twisting them within the heated tightness to tease all those pulsating vaginal muscles. This forces Cecilia to scream in agony of pleasure coming so intense and too slow. However, it is beautiful for she must squeeze those muscles to subsequently hold it all from building too high while maintaining the sensations and waiting for permission to orgasm. “Fuck!” She roars toward Ry with the moment hellish hot within wild tension and being powerful control. Next, it is a growl of, “More.” as Cecilia begs in whimpering as that brings a blazing smile to Ry’s beautiful lips.
“Be a good girl, make the contractions pull me in.” Requests Ryanne, who stiffen her fingers and voice tone with commanding. “Demand them in, pull me into the center of you. Come on, pet you must show me that you need me.”
That fires out results as Cecilia instantly forces her pussy muscles to suck Ry’s two fingers deep inside. Ry gasps of the instant tugging as she looks into those blue eyes while then kneeling between those thighs. A kneeling with feeling vibrations of orgasm wanting a freedom to join within the sloppy dripping wetness that already exists. The pleasure of the pain in holding orgasm display vibrantly on Cecilia for this raw power of an intense orgasm makes the universe halt, sacred is a woman`s climax.
Ry gives a wicked chuckle of the ways that Cecilia is defiant of the process of being a good submissive. Afterward, Ry stops laughing she pounds ruthlessly into Cecilia’s pussy to build the orgasm beyond the ability to hold it. This does cause Cecilia`s entire body to quake with needing to give it all up to Ry. Ry notices this to next give that cold collected stare that brings a cold conveying of, “No, it is a fuck you, with me fucking you and then you getting to fuck out of my life.”
Then Cecilia instant squirts for she can`t hold it as Ry tickles her clit with a thumb. “I have won, bitch!”
Then Ry yanks her fingers from with Cecilia to next rise to her full height to tower over Cecilia. “Lesson taught. I am thirsty and vodka is on tap. Get your clothes and get out. I have sleeping to do.”
It happens, and it comes in the ways that Ryanne wants it too. Therefore Cecilia discovers that if she wants anything then it is going to be an achieving of it elsewhere. Cecilia is shocked and she tries to gather her senses and her clothing for she won`t tolerate this when she gave so much. Thus, with no offer of a drink and quite honestly a "fuck you" Cecilia leaves in a huff over being treated like some dime store whore. This matters none to Ryanne for she may slowly succumb to enjoying no woman being in her daily life.
Most women get the toss on the ass after a term of lust or the love words come. Some get irritated over Ry not giving love in return. In fact, the last woman she felt any truth of feelings for is. ”Uhm.” She murmurs to then fill a whiskey tumbler to the brim with vodka.
With a deep breath and large swallow of vodka, time moves forward with her turning on the stereo full blast. She enjoys dancing all alone with watching the night pass. At various points and with a few more glasses of vodka she stares out the patio doors that are part of the outer wall of the living room. With the dancing, a bit of tipsiness comes to possess as questions and life crap roll around in her mind. She hates it when she gets like this. She abhors it when it’s her birthday too for this time comes as moments of reflection and missing love. That is why she drowns it in sex and drinks with going usually away to Europe on her birthday. She goes there to escape the hell of daily existence as she works herself into an early burial to please a father and to try to do as her mother said.
Yes, to do that death request of being a good daughter and make the family happy. She tries to do that most days and in doing so she leaves love out of it. No love may come from her any longer for she isn’t getting anything of what she needs from those that she is to love. All she ever does in the family is give, to give more and repair the crap. But she knows a family should love and be more than such things. So no love may exist in her life since she feels she lost what she needed.
As a result, she only chooses women who want her for the physical passion. Such ladies tend to be into parties or status or escaping something. Or the partner wants something that has no love like kinky sex that Cecilia offered. But none of it is the kind of relationship that mother says that is meant for Ryanne. Ry`s mother wanted for her daughter that fairy tale of a woman who is pure true love with no conditions. But tonight Ry just can’t see it happening anymore. So she pushes aside the hoping and the trying. Such may be a good idea since too many tumblers of vodka bring the understanding that happiness doesn’t exist. Neither is that concept of love and with that being Ry`s thought as she looks at her own university grad portrait. “You are all fucked up, Ry! Mummy dearest, I am afraid that I have failed.”
Then swirling around the remaining vodka that is in the glass tumbler Ry forcibly throws the glass across the room cursing, “Fuck! Fuck, when will I be happy? When, when, when mother. Tell me when someone will love me, love me like you did.”