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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a larger entry at just over 8,000 words. As one of my lesbian BDSM stories the action is fully consensual, and leans slightly more into romance than most of my other stories. The entry features bondage, vibratos, and orgasm ruining/denial.
“Astani,” Naoka declared, purring deeply as the stared at the serenely beautiful blond Priestess. “I want Astani to be the one to help punish me.”
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After the other guests were gone Astani helped unbind Naoka. Once the girl’s limbs were free she cooed softly while reassuringly stroking the exhausted but excited Kittaran as she helped her to her feet. “Firm your punishment may be,” she told Naoka soothingly, “but remember while in my hands you’re as good as in Inera’s divine embrace. Through me the Goddess of Loyalty and Love acts. There WILL be punishment for your misbehavior, but there will be loving tenderness as I express my loyal devotion to your Mistresses through helping discipline you, lovely little kitty.”
Madelynn and Selwyn chuckled as they led the way out of the dining hall, allowing Astani the bring Naoka along after them. They shared an amused, conspiratorial look as they glanced back and saw how adoringly Naoka was leaning into Astani’s arms and purring loudly at the woman’s kind and soft touch.
“I think perhaps our pet’s mind is too orgasm-addled to understand the danger she’s in,” Madelynn told Selwyn in a conversation tone Naoka was beginning to recognize, or at least suspect, as part of a performance being put on she was meant to “overhear” and pay attention to.
Selwyn nodded, her expression growing serious. “I’d think after all the little stray has learned, all those little mysteries she’s started to unravel, she’d be more suspicious of us and our dearest friends. After all, she’s come to suspect we’re monsters in human guise. Surely a woman like Astani, the pristinely perfect and oh-so-loving Priestess of Inera, would not be such close friends with monsters like us! Unless, of course, that seemingly pure and loving Priestess is as much a monster as we are.”
Astani was a tall woman who loomed over Naoka, although the Kittaran suspected at least some of that height was from heels hidden under the resplendent, shimmering, white floor-length dress the Priestess wore. It left the slender woman towering over her, with the height difference leading to Naoka having to look almost straight up to stare at the woman’s face for any kind of reaction to what her Mistresses were saying.
The Priestess smirked slyly, looking from her hosts to the girl she was helping along. “And who, exactly, has put such a frightening idea into your mind, my sweetly innocent little one?”
Naoka’s ears twitched as she tried to remember, but the woman’s sensual, calming warmth was so extreme it was almost suffocating. Astani had a cloud of peaceful, loving, tenderness and comfort that surrounded her. It felt like a muggy haze, leaving Naoka’s mind dull and making both thinking and remembering even harder than it would have been.
“I… I’m not sure,” Naoka started uncertainly. “There was book… ‘Terin’s Great Voyage’.” She paused, closing her eyes and trying to grab onto the memories slipping away from the front of her mind as she tried to grab hold of them. “The villainesses in the story… Someone told me they were my Mistresses. That they’re monsters in human disguise.”
She opened her eyes to look up at Astani in hopes that her expression might reveal whether the woman thought this accusation was true or false. The sweet knowing smile on the Priestess’ face suggested she DID know the truth, but did not betray whether the idea in Naoka’s mind was only a lie someone had told her or the truth. But if it WAS a lie who had told her? Who was it that suggested the villainesses in the book were her Mistresses?
Suddenly Astani broke into enchanting, amused laughter. Naoka could feel it was at her expense, yet the woman’s laugh was so sweet and pretty she didn’t mind.
“Oh, lovely, sweet treat, you think so loudly! And your mind is so open, while your innocent heart is so trusting, that even thoughts and memories not fully formed in your conscious mind are clear to those who know how to look.”
She stroked and held Naoka reassuringly as she shifted her focus from the girl to her hosts walking a few paces ahead of them. “I see who put the idea in her mind. An enticing girl, her long, well-muscled limbs and pretty freckled features enchanting enough to fool nearly all. A familiar visage, one I’ve not encountered for a long time.”
For a moment Astani seemed lost in distant, happy memories, then in a flash her focus was back and she gave Madelynn and Selwyn a suspicious look. “You’ve never mentioned you have a Mirror of Dhuarcain hidden away in this manor. How in all of Alaria did you come by one of those? And I hope if it was your hands that stole it from its rightful owner it wasn’t from the one who serves the goddess I serve.” Before her hosts could reply Astani added, “No… If that was the case I’d have been able to feel the nasty little brat’s presence. Even stolen she’d still serve Inera. So whose servant DID you steal her from?”
As Astani had turned her attention away from Naoka the Kittaran’s mind had begun to clear, allowing her to focus on what was being said. When she realized Astani was talking about The Girl in the Mirror Naoka’s mind cleared further.
I know the answer to the question she’s asking, Naoka realized. She couldn’t quite remember HOW she knew that, but she was certain that the witch this Mirror of Dhuarcain had been stolen from served the goddess Selm.
By then they’d long been wandering the labyrinthine, art-filled hallways of the manor. Naoka hadn’t been paying attention to the various pretty things they were passing. She’d been about to blurt out the answer when a painting they were passing caught her eye. It showed a dark alley in a city that looked much like the back alleys she’d grown up in. The sky above was night, the moon filling it cracked and crumbling causing a shower of beautiful, rainbow-colored falling stars.
That, however, wasn’t what caught her eye. In a lower corner of the painting was a pile of detritus, a silver-white cat slinking from behind it. The cat within the painting had moved, drawing Naoka’s attention. The black collar around the cat’s neck had a down-turned silver crescent moon attached to it, the symbol of Selm the Kittaran Goddess of Dreams and the Falling Moon.
A female voice, one she’d heard in a dream, slinked into Naoka’s mind as she watched the sliver cat in the painting moving. Mysteries build power, the silky female voice whispered to Naoka, especially those whose answers are only meant to be discovered by a few. Discover secrets and answers, my precious protected kitten, but learn when not to share what you’ve discovered. Your Mistresses would not appreciate you sharing the answer to this particular mystery with this woman and neither would I.
Naoka’s eyes darted to her Mistresses and saw Selwyn was looking back at her, her full lips pursed in disapproval. Naoka reached up, daintily putting a hand to her mouth to show she would keep the answer to herself. Selwyn’s lips eased and she nodded only slightly before turning her attention to Astani.
“You know better, dear friend, to ask such questions,” Selwyn told Astani, voice kind but with an undertone of threat.
“How and where we acquire our treasures is always a private affair,” Madelynn added, voice sweet but firm. “You know this. Is it not enough to know there is no chance The Terror of the Eternal Night will ever threaten Grayburn or the surrounding area thanks to one of the many treasures we have hidden away here?”
“Many gracious apologies,” Astani said with a serene smile and slight bow to her hosts. “I was simply shocked at the discovery. Memories of when I spent time in a cabin that held a Mirror of Dhuarcain filled me with nostalgia that made me forget my social niceties.”
“So you spent time with one of the witches,” Madelynn said, sounding as though the bit of information was a huge revelation. “I’d say that revelation makes your discovery a fair trade. I assume it was the one who serves Inera?”
“Of course,” Astani replied, eyes twinkling as she seemed to lose herself in memories once more. “It was how I found my calling as one of Inera’s most devoted servants.”
The twinkle faded and her serene, happy expression fell to one of worry. She looked down at Naoka, concern on her face. “The Girl in the Mirror has her charms, but you’ve been warned not to trust her? You’ve been warned NEVER to take up her offer to enter her ‘home’?”
“She’s been warned,” Selwyn said before Naoka could say anything.
“And we’ve taken precautions to ensure the spiteful little brat can’t cause any real harm to our pet,” Madelynn added.
Foggy memories drifted through Naoka’s mind of all the times The Girl in the Mirror’s mischief had been interrupted by Gwendolyn and others. But is that all they mean? Or are they speaking of other protections beyond all the wonderful, sexy friends I’ve made?
Astani leaned down, brushing her lips against the soft fur in Naoka’s inner cat ear. The Kittaran’s ear twitched before she let out a soft moan as the woman’s warm breath in her ear sent a wave of arousal washing down her body. She began to melt further into the woman’s arms, but then the woman began to whisper so low to her that she had to strain to hear her words which pulled her out of the sensual moment.
“Inera’s blessings are strong with me,” she began. “She gives me great power and along with it flashes of divine inspiration. I’ve had such a flash now. You must get The Girl in the Mirror to talk about her witch. Get her to talk about the witch’s cabin, to SHOW it to you if this sliver of her soul can do that. And the sword. Ask about The Mirror Sword. I know not how that cursed weapon is tied up in your Mistresses’ mysteries, but I sense it’s important to your journey, precious special kitten.”
“One must wonder what our dear friend is whispering so conspiratorially to our pet,” Madelynn asked Selwyn with an amused chuckle.
Selwyn clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Just the mention of that brat in the mirror and her former acquaintances fall to mischief,” she told Madelynn. “Let them have their conspiratorial secrets,” she added, glancing back at Naoka and Astani.
Naoka’s ears perked up at the sly smile pulling on Selwyn’s lips. The sight of it left Naoka wondering if Selwyn knew what Astani had just whispered to her. There was no way she could have heard it… or was there? Could it be the whole conversation was just part of another game? It had felt so real in the moment, but now looking back it seemed like so much she’d lived through since arriving at the manor, like a play being put on for her benefit.
“It matters not,” Madelynn declared happily. “For we have arrived! Let such mischief be forgotten for now as we enter the playroom. Our esteemed guest must be shown our gratitude for her love and loyalty by letting her take part in our naughty pet’s punishment.”
The two women eagerly opened the door to the playroom and waved their guest, still holding Naoka close, in.
Naoka’s ears perked up and the base of her tail vibrated with excitement as she entered the room. Although it seemed nearly every room in the mansion was usable for the kinky play her Mistresses filled their lives with it was clear from first glance this room ONLY existed for that kind of fun.
The large room felt more like the set of a play, designed to look like a stone-walled torture dungeon but not feel quite real. It was exquisitely furnished and filled with a dizzying array of BDSM furniture, tools, and toys that had all been crafted to look like they matched the themed decor. Yet as expensive and well-crafted as it all was it all had a theatrical veneer to it, making it clear the torture dungeon setting was only play-acting.
Naoka was certain that at least some of the toys and tools making her tail vibrate with excitement could have easily found a home in a true torture dungeon, and might even have been used in similar ways to the way they might end up being used on her. But she was confident any used on her would be handled with affection and care, with any pain inflicted being doled out for pleasure and done so carefully to ensure no true harm was done.
Astani leaned down to speak softly in the overwhelmed and excited Kittaran’s ear. “You think so loudly, lovely little kitten,” she mock-whispered with joyful affection in her voice. “You see what kind of games your Mistresses love playing? So scary looking… Yet so theatrical. A flimsy illusion of danger that leaves such a frightening place feeling so… safe.”
Naoka was about to nod and perhaps say something about the woman putting her thoughts into better words than she ever could have, but then Astani continued before she had the chance. “But is that feeling of safety the REAL illusion?” Astani asked. “Is the loyal, loving torment you’ll endure in this room the theatrical veneer covering up the REAL danger?”
Naoka’s ears turned down when she realized the woman hadn’t been asking a hypothetical question but rather one she expected Naoka to answer. She wasn’t sure how to answer, feeling even more uncertain when she glanced at her Mistresses. They both wore eager, predatory grins that made her remember the few times they’d seemed to drop the pretty masks they wore to suggest they perhaps WERE something monstrous with the memory of how Selwyn had invaded Gwendolyn’s mind standing out above all others.
Then the answer came to Naoka, spilling out of her mouth before she understood what she was saying. “I made a vow,” she started, voice uncertain but growing a bit more confident with each word. “I’ll always drink the tea and I’ll solve all the mysteries, no matter the consequences.”
She looked from Madelynn to Selwyn’s eyes, wondering if she looked as scared and reckless as she felt at the moment, then back to Astani. “Maybe they are Terin’s villainesses, or maybe just some other monsters hiding in the form of women. I don’t care. I adore this place. I adore my Mistresses. I adore the mysteries. I adore this life. And I adore the dangers I have to face to prove I’m a good girl. I even adore the punishments when I fail to be as good as my Mistresses want me to be.” After a moment she added, hopeful the fun might begin soon, “I might even adore the punishments the most.”
The three women laughed, the serious mood that had settled on the party suddenly gone. “I’m sure you will,” Astani assured Naoka as she hugged the girl reassuringly to her side. “Although if I know your Mistresses as good as I like to think you’re about to endure something that will push you to your limit.”
“And maybe past it,” Selwyn said, voice full of gleeful menace.
Astani hugged Naoka a bit closer, giving Selwyn a weary look.
“But not TOO far,” Madelyn reassured Astani. “I complete my love, and she completes me,” she said, slipping an arm lovingly around her partner’s waist. “She helps ensure I am not too giving with our servants and pets, and I ensure her firm hand and more vicious side never gets too out of control.”
Selwyn nodded. “And I, knowing my dearest love will keep me in check and ensure our lovely young toys are safe, can unleash things I might otherwise have feared to unleash. As she said, we complete each other. We allow each other to be our most complete selves.”
“Loyalty and love,” Astani said as though the three words were a powerful prayer. “Never have I known two women as worthy of Inera’s blessings as you two. I think now more than ever you two are why she has led me to be in this place at this time. To aid you in your plans to make this great city even greater.”
Naoka looked up, feeling the woman’s eyes suddenly boring into her. Confused, she met the Priestess’ eyes, wondering why her focus had fallen to her so intently so suddenly.
“And I sense this adorable, sweet, innocent little stray you’ve taken in is somehow at the center of it all. I can feel that the training you are giving the girl is important, that it will matter. That whether little Naoka here CAN be a good girl will be important to all of us.”
As she held the Priestess’ intense gaze one of Naoka’s furry ears twitched, uncertain what to think of the comment and impatient to begin her punishment.
Astani smiled reassuringly at Naoka, sending a divine wave of calming energy into the girl before looking away from her. “But even Inera cannot see through the veiled layers of mysteries you two insidious, loving monsters have woven around your lives,” she added playfully to her hosts. “So let us get to your pet’s punishment.”
“Return our pet and we shall begin,” Selwyn declared as she stepped forward and held a hand out.
Astani passed Naoka to her, waiting almost as eagerly as the Kittaran to hear what the woman and her partner had planned.
“Our pet came eleven times without permission,” Selwyn declared as she took Naoka. “Her punishment will be having an equal number of orgasms denied her.”
Naoka’s ears perked up, twitched, then perked up further, displaying the explosive mix of excitement and interest the declaration had caused. “And how will you do that, Mistress?” she asked, voice shaking with eager fear.
Madelynn waved to a section of wall where a pair of bondage cuffs attached to chains hung. “Your wrists will be secured in those cuffs and pulled tightly over your head while your lovely ankles will be secured highly in place with another pair of chained cuffs on the floor. Your bindings will be tightened, ensuring you can only wiggle and writhe as you are punished. With the help of our most esteemed guest we will torment you with pleasure, using magical means to ruin and deny each orgasm we work you to.”
During the explanation Selwyn had finished untying Naoka’s arms. She led the girl to the section of wall she was about to be bound to, picking up when Madelynn had stopped. “If left to our own devices your pleasurable punishment of orgasm denial would have been delightfully harsh, but since Astani is joining us I think we’ll have to alter our plans so her delicate sensibilities are better catered to. Oh, she can have a firm hand and dole out punishment as well as we do to pretty young things, but in her presence it must be done with love and loyalty.”
Naoka cocked her head to the side as her Mistresses began getting her bound to the wall. “Your punishments have always felt plenty loving to me,” she purred, enjoying the feel of the two women’s firm hands securing her bindings and pulling the chains tight to ensure her limbs were pulled rigid and her mobility limited.
“They’re mocking and teasing me,” Astani said with a pretty laugh as she walked up to admire Madelynn and Selwyn’s handiwork, double-checking to see if Naoka was bound firmly yet comfortably. “This may be your punishment, by your Mistresses are never just playing one game. You were set an unwinnable trap earlier at our meeting, tricked into earning this punishment. Yet we women of importance were tricked as well, lured into joining you in a separate fiendish trap. I, like the others, took the bait and now they bait me further. But I happily play along, eager to see how they will turn the tables on me before your punishments are finished.”
Madelynn put a hand on her chest, resting it on the upper swell of one of her large breasts. “Such accusations! Would WE do such a thing to one of our dearest friends and allies? To a woman whose loyalty and love we treasure so deeply?”
Selwyn, grinning fiendishly, added, “Perhaps our dear friend has come to believe we’re the monsters our pet suspects us of being?”
Astani, smiling serenely and radiating a divine aura of excited joy, leaned in to mock-whisper to Naoka. “Always the wonderful games and play-acting with these two. Rest assured, there’s a trap here for me as sinister as the one you’ve fallen into.” She gave the Kittaran a soft kiss on the cheek then pulled away. “How shall you ensure your lovely pet’s orgasms are denied?”
“Something simple,” Selwyn suggested as she looked at Madelynn. “You’re ever so good with those temporary magical seals of binding you can trace into women’s skin. Perhaps some glyphs of orgasm denial, ones set to break after eleven orgasms are denied?”
Madelynn nodded then pushed the other two women out of the way to stand directly in front of Naoka. “I think the idea is a perfect one, my dearest love,” she said, smirking as she met Naoka’s eager eyes. “One so perfect someone might suspect we had it planned out in advance.”
She placed the tip of a single finger on the center of Naoka’s upper chest. “Open yourself to me, little one,” she said softly. “Allow my will to flow into you, to bind and change you with my power.”
Naoka closed her eyes, opening herself fully to Madelynn. “Happily and without hesitation, Mistress,” she said through heavy purring.
“See how trusting our pet is?” Selwyn asked Astani as Madelynn began chanting softly in an arcane language Naoka did not understand. “She opens herself to us without hesitation. We may be firm Mistresses, but she feels our affection for her and trusts us with all her soul.”
“Loyalty and love,” Astani said, again speaking the words as though they were a prayer. “You may never have said the words but she senses you love her, and although I may have my suspicions about the ‘deals’ you make with these girls you take as your ‘pets’ I see how loyal you are to all of them, even after they lose that honored position and become ‘just’ your ‘servants’. You love them, each and every one of them. You’re as loyal to them as they are to you.”
Naoka was struggling to follow the conversation. After Madelynn had begun chanting her incantation the finger she had on Naoka’s chest had heated with arcane power that went flowing warmly into Naoka’s body. Soon she was moving the finger across Naoka’s skin, tracing out arcane glyphs the girl felt lingering in her skin. Her eyes remained closed, but she was confident that when she finally opened them and looked down she’d see those glyphs clearly, glowing arcane energy drawn into her skin as the seal of orgasm denial was woven into her.
“We give the love and loyalty that’s earned,” Selwyn told Astani. “We pick our pets carefully, train them and educate them to help them find their true selves, giving them a home where their lives can be never-ending pleasure while serving a purpose. They stay not just because of the pleasure and that purpose, but because we help them understand who and what they are.”
Naoka was moaning softly, luxuriating in the gentle tickle of the finger tracing glyphs on her bare skin while deeply enjoying the warmth of the cascading heat of the enchantment being woven into her. It was more than just a physical sensation, the heat soaked deep into her core till it felt almost spiritual.
It felt so good she’d let her focus drift from the conversation, yet as the conversation turned to the OTHER girls in her Mistresses’ employ Naoka forced herself to refocus on what was being said. Something came back to her, a memory pulled to the front of her mind almost as though some external force was drawing her attention to it.
“Right little monsters, each and every one of them. But you’ll learn.” Liedia’s voice was so clear in her mind for a moment it was almost like she was in the room speaking to Naoka. Naoka’s eyes flew open, expecting to find the Elven girl standing nearby, but she saw only the three women who had been there the last time her eyes were open.
Madelynn, still tracing out arcane symbols and complicated geometric patterns on Naoka’s skin, had stopped chanting and was standing with her eyes locked on Naoka’s. She smiled slyly, cocking her head slightly to the side. “And who, exactly, pulled that to the front of your mind at this particular moment I wonder?”
Naoka blinked, not sure how to interpret the question. Her mind was foggy with desire, muggy from the soft pleasure of the touch with the mental haze made thicker by the enchantment being woven into her. Was Madelynn playfully suggesting SHE was responsible? It was a thing her Mistresses often seemed to do. Yet there was something in her expression and tone that suggested maybe this time she was posing a sincere question, although not one she expected Naoka to be able to answer.
“There,” Madelynn declared as she traced the last bit of arcane glyph work onto Naoka’s body. The woman took a step back, admiring the glowing glyphs now covering the front of Naoka’s body. “All done,” she declared proudly. “The glyphs of orgasm denial will not break till our pet has had eleven orgasms ruined and denied.”
“Masterful,” Selwyn observed as she slid up to Madelynn and wrapped her arms around the woman.
Naoka found the sight of the darker-skinned woman’s arms slithering and teasing Madelynn’s body highly arousing. There was a romantic and not unhealthy possessiveness in the way she clung to her, something in her body language that said she could be proud of what her partner had accomplished because their bonding was so strong that their accomplishments were always shared on some level.
Selwyn released her hold of Madelynn, pushing past her to stand before the bound Kittaran. Her eyes locked onto Naoka’s, their dark intense beauty full of sinister intent that left the Kittaran purring deeper in excitement.
“You’re bound,” the woman declared, voice full of playful sinister zeal as she ran a finger up the inside of one of Naoka’s arms, tickling and teasing her till she reached the bondage cuff helping keep the girl’s arms pulled up tight over her head. “Quivering with excitement and expectation,” she continued, reversing course and making her way back down the girl’s arm to eventually circle each of her breasts before circling further in to tease first one then the other nipple.
Naoka purred and moaned softly, enjoying her Mistress’ tender touch and full attention. Selwyn was almost always the one to be rougher, so this more tender teasing felt like a special treat. It felt so good, all the sensations heightened by being bound up, that she forgot she was supposed to be enduring a punishment.
“I’m ever so excited,” Naoka moaned as Selwyn lightly grasped a hard nipple and rolled it sensually between her fingertips. “I like this game ever so much,” she added with a lusty, happy sigh while looking adoringly into the woman’s intense eyes.
“So naively excited for your torments you forget that’s what they are,” Selwyn replied, the look of fiendish delight growing on her face. “Our poor stray, still so overwhelmed by this world of sensual delights she forgets the danger she’s in, forgets she’s being punished for being a naughty little thing.”
Suddenly Selwyn’s other hand was on Naoka’s inner thigh, lightly caressing then firmly grabbing the softest part of it before stroking up towards the girl’s womanhood. “Such a naughty girl that I can smell the reek of your arousal,” she added as her hand slowed, stopping just short of Naoka’s vulva. “No real understanding of the torments you’re about to endure,” Selwyn added, both hands holding still for a few brief moments that felt like an eternity to Naoka.
Then there was an explosion of greedy carnal hunger that left Naoka flush then dizzy with pleasure. Selwyn attacked Naoka, hungrily attaching her mouth to one of the girl’s breasts to use her tongue to do indescribable things to the Kittaran’s nipple while sucking on it. At the same time the hand that had been resting near the girl’s womanhood grabbed it, rubbing with intense pressure against the whole thing with her palm while slipping two fingers easily into Naoka’s sopping wet hole.
As Naoka rode the rising, crashing waves of pleasure she was reminded of how skilled Selwyn was at seemingly every carnal and perverse art. The things she was doing with her mouth left her quavering with delight while the hand on her womanhood was working her with skill she would be unable to describe in anything other than moans. The way she was using her palm and the three fingers not inside Naoka to work every part of her outer sex left Naoka feeling three hands were working her at once, while the fingers in her worked with such dizzying skill she felt it was impossible there were only two of them there.
Maybe it’s magic, Naoka thought as she gasped and moaned while wiggling happily against the tight bindings keeping her limbs in place.
There was far too much pleasure to puzzle out whether there was magic at work or if the woman was just that sexually skilled. She was rocketing towards release and would be cumming in moments. Then that glorious moment came, the final swelling before the explosion, the pleasure growing, growing, and then…
NOTHING.
“One,” Selwyn said cruelly as she detached her mouth from Naoka’s nipple and slipped her fingers out of the Kittaran’s sopping wet hole.
Naoka whimpered and whined. She wiggled then thrashed in frustration. She’d not understood, not been able to imagine what this torment would be! She’d practiced holding off before, struggling through what she now realized were meager orgasm control attempts. This was beyond that, this was DENIAL. Her orgasm had been ruined a moment before it began, the pleasure of release magically robbed from her leaving her a bubbling cauldron of frustration.
True torment, Naoka thought, smiling through the shaking frustration she felt. How will I ever endure ten more denied orgasms? The denial will be unbearable! Her eager grin grew. The denial will be exquisite, she thought, truly unsure how she’d endure ten more denied orgasms but eager to find out.
“The poor thing,” Astani said, voice so full of sympathy Naoka was left suspecting that sympathy was merely performative. Looking past Selwyn to see the fiendish grin on the beautiful blond Priestess’ face sent a chill running through Naoka. She looks as much a fiend as Selwyn does right now, Naoka thought in shock.
The Kittaran’s tail, which had been lashing wildly to help work out the frustration the denied orgasm had left her with, went stiff and vibrated. “How does your guest get to help punish me, Mistress?” Naoka asked Selwyn, looking expectantly from her to the serenely evil-looking Priestess lurking behind her.
Astani stepped closer, placing a hand on Madelynn’s shoulder. “With loyalty and love,” she said, voice soft and full of evil menace cloaked in mock kindness. She pulled Selwyn away, taking the woman’s place in front of Naoka.
Naoka’s furry cat ears, which had been flat against her head, perked up. She liked the way these women were replacing each other in the place directly in front of her, it was like they were taking turns taking center stage in a play. There was a rehearsed quality to it all like it WAS a play they’d practiced. She had no idea if it was, in fact the longer she remained in her Mistresses’ manor the less certain she was about what was real and what was just a play being put on for her.
Maybe all of it is a play, she thought. Or maybe none of it. Maybe that’s the one mystery I should never try to solve. Regardless of the truth I’ll enjoy every moment of it.
“With loyalty and love, yes, but HOW?” Naoka asked eagerly, her tail lashing towards Astani as the woman stepped closer to her.
Astani lowered the arm closest to Naoka’s tail and allowed it to coil around her forearm. She stroked the girl’s tail, giggling prettily when she saw how strongly Naoka reacted to the touch. “With loyalty and love,” the Priestess repeated, voice serene as divine calming warmth began once more radiating out from her.
“You know, we haven’t paid enough attention to our pet’s furry bits, especially her tail,” Madelynn observed from the place a few paces behind Astani where she and Selwyn stood. “We must change that in the coming days.”
“Agreed,” Selwyn said.
Naoka barely noticed they were talking. The calming, sensual warmth radiating from Astani was all-consuming, as was the even more sensual delight of the woman so lovingly stroking and petting the part of Naoka’s tail coiled around the woman’s forearm.
“Your innocence and trusting nature truly are a marvel,” Astani told Naoka. “If you were any other girl I’d think you’d simply forgotten you are being punished. But I can TASTE it coming from your very soul. Trust. Trust that your Mistresses would never hurt you, that this is all just a deliciously perverse game. Trust that all the frustration and perhaps even outright pain you’re about to be made to endure will be filled with loyalty, love, and sexual bliss beyond what your innocent little mind can imagine.”
Naoka, purring so hard it hurt, nodded dreamily. “My Mistresses are good Mistresses. And you’re a beautiful, lovely woman who seems loyal to them. So I trust you as well.”
Astani leaned in, cupping Naoka’s chin with her free hand and lifting the girl’s face to receive a soft, tender, loving kiss that left the Kittaran breathless when their lips parted. “Poor, naive girl. But if this is what you are then Inera’s blessings be upon you.”
She pulled away, shaking Naoka’s tail from her arm and turning her back to the girl. “Inera’s blessings be upon us all, but especially me in this moment. If the sweet, innocent little treat is to suffer let that suffering move through me in a show of loyalty and love.”
The Priestess, her back still to Naoka, then reached up and began pulling her clothing down. It slipped easily off her shoulders, exposing them and the woman’s upper back with such ease Naoka found herself a little awed. It hadn’t seemed possible that the garment could so easily be slipped off, yet the seeming wrongness of the smooth action was quickly forgotten as the woman sensually writhed and wiggled out of her clothing so her naked body was slowly to Naoka.
Her skin, pristinely pale, unnaturally smooth, and radiating a glow that left her looking more divine than mortal, was covered in glowing arcane glyphs just like the ones covering the front of Naoka’s body.
Astani turned her head, not quite looking over her shoulder at Naoka as she dropped her clothing to the floor to reveal she wore no small garments. “Your Mistress traced glyphs of orgasm denial into you, while my goddess has covered me with glyphs of love and bonding connecting my body to yours. You shall feel what I feel, and I shall feel what you feel.”
The end of her pretty lips pulled up into a sly, sinister smile. “Of course, any orgasm I shall rise to will be ruined by the glyphs covering your body when it’s transferred to you, while I will get to enjoy any orgasm you’re denied.”
Naoka shivered then felt herself go limp. Her eyes rolled into her head and she let out a long, low, yawling moan of delight. “It will be such delightful torment,” she moaned after taking in a long, slow, shuddering breath as her mind processed all the new ways her punishment might be carried out now.
As she spoke Naoka greedily drank in the sight of Astani’s naked body. Her figure was slim and tall, but with enough womanly thickness to leave her looking softly feminine. The woman’s perky, perfectly shaped ass drew Naoka’s attention most, yet she longed for the woman to turn around. She wanted her eyes to be able to feast on the woman’s front. To discover the shape and size of her breasts. To take in her belly and see just how trim or soft it was. To see her womanhood and see if she was shaved in the Elven style or if some or all her Human pubic hair remained, and if it did was it the same pristine, bright blond as the woman’s long hair?
“A test is needed,” Madelynn declared, startling Naoka with how close she suddenly was. Naoka had been so focused on Astani and her naked body that she’d lost track of her Mistresses. “A treat for you, Astani, and a torment for our naughty pet,” Madelynn declared as she held her hand up.
At first the hand was closed in a tight fist hiding whatever was held inside. Then, with Astani and Naoka’s attention on her, Madelynn opened the hand to reveal a smooth, oddly shaped stone covered in glowing glyphs. Naoka had seen stones like this in the manor and knew it was some kind of sex toy, but she didn’t think she’d yet seen how the toy was used.
I don’t think I’ve had one used on me… or have I? Did I see one used on someone? Did I dream about one being used? Her furry ears drooped slightly as her mind clouded over, the memories she was trying to draw on turning to mist in her mind.
“Worry not, pet, I’ll explain,” Madelynn told Naoka, stroking the girl’s face with the back of her free hand. “It’s placed on a woman’s most intimate place like so,” she said, stepping closer to the girl as she placed the stone against Naoka’s sex. “Feel how the curves match those of your womanhood? That wonderful little smooth rise in the center of the stone fits so snuggly against your pretty little clitoral hood. And feel how once willed to activate the magic of the stone keeps it adhered to your body,” she added, removing her hand from the stone to show Naoka it remained attached to her body.
Naoka’s ears had perked up and her tail had begun lashing then vibrating in anticipation. “And then what does it do, Mistress?”
“It brings pleasure,” she told Naoka, slyly putting off the true revelation for a few more moments. “Through vibrations,” she added, taking half a step back, lightly tapping the stone, then stepped back a bit further to wave Astani forward to stand beside her.
Naoka forgot all about the stone when Astani turned around. The woman’s naked body was on full display, leaving the horny Kittaran in awe. The Priestess’ beautiful figure was beyond stunning. Immaculate grace dripping with sensual allure that seemed nearly too perfect to be real. The woman was so divinely blessed she appeared untouchable, almost Elven in her beauty yet more otherworldly than even Liedia seemed to Naoka’s eyes.
Yet Naoka was not given long to eagerly drink in the glorious sight of the Priestess’ flawless naked body. The stone attached to her womanhood began to vibrate, the motions subtle at first but strong enough to send an eruption of pleasure washing through Naoka’s body and pulling nearly all focus of the world around her inwards.
The girl gasped, wiggling and moaning as her eyes grew heavily hooded from waves of pleasure. The vibrations, almost gentle at first, began to slowly grow in intensity. She let out cute, low, lewd moans of pleasure as she wiggled and danced in her bindings. Soon the pleasure was growing strong enough to leave her panting, rising towards release so steadily she forgot all about the glyphs of orgasm denial on her.
As the intensity mounted Naoka, feeling greedy in the throes of pleasure, forced herself to refocus her attention on Astani. The woman’s otherworldly grace was now slightly lessened by the way she was braced against Madelynn for support, her legs shaking as she gripped the woman while moaning in pleasure.
It took Naoka’s pleasure-overwhelmed mind a bit to process what she was seeing, especially since she’d prioritized using her limited brainpower to ogle the woman’s crotch to see what her womanhood looked like. As blond as the hair on her head and even glowing slightly with her divine light, Naoka observed. Not clean shaven like my Mistresses prefer their girls, but kept so neatly trimmed her pubic hair is no more than a soft, thin, well-groomed decoration to the wonderful fleshy folds of her sex.
The way the woman was leaning against and clinging to Madelynn for support left Naoka confused. Then things clicked into place as her pleasure-muddled mind cleared slightly. She’s feeling what I’m feeling, Naoka remembered. The vibrating stone, she feels its growing intensity!
Seeing the woman riding the same delightful waves of intense vibrating pleasure she was left Naoka feeling intimately connected to the woman in a way that intensified her pleasure. Suddenly the wonderfully erotic scene she was in the middle of was all too much. Being bound. Being the center of so much attention. The intimate connection with a woman so beyond her that she felt they didn’t even live in the same world. And the mounting, ever-intensifying pleasure coming from the vibrations. All of it was too much!
Naoka gasped, knowing the swirl of sensations and stimulation was mounting to a crescendo of pleasure. The release went from something she was steadily building towards something that was going to suddenly explode from within her. And then… it didn’t.
Astani’s legs gave out under her as she wailed out a beautiful, lewd moan of pleasure. Madelynn had to grab hold of the Priestess while Astani came long and hard, the pleasurable vibrations she was still feeling thanks to her connection to Naoka’s body prolonging and intensifying her climax.
At the same time Naoka felt… not nothing, but close to it. She was aware of all the sensations and delights that SHOULD have been bringing to her a climax as intense as Astani was suffering through. Yet all her senses had suddenly dulled just as she had been about to get off. It was like having a rug pulled out from under you just before the moment of triumph, not only was the victory you thought assured stolen but you were left feeling so frustrated from the denial it was felt as a physical pain.
The most frustrating thing at the moment for Naoka was still feeling the vibrations of the stone. But she only felt them as a faint shadow barely seen through a heavy mist, aware they existed but not experiencing what they offered. The frustration was made all the worse by watching Astani. Her orgasm was so intense and long that she seemed more to be enduring the overwhelming pleasure rather than enjoying it.
Naoka hissed and snarled like a feral cat, horny heart full of jealous rage.
“Two,” was called out, the word making Naoka aware of Selwyn nearby laughing in cruel amusement.
Madelynn had more sympathy for the poor girl. “Enough,” she snapped, the word of command filled with power that caused the vibrating stone’s magic to end. It stopped vibrating then fell off Naoka, landing with a loud “thunk” on the floor.
Naoka’s full senses came flooding back to her, leaving her hissing and snarling even more viciously. Her body ached painfully for release, but her closeness to that release had been ruined and she’d need to start all over. Naoka was suddenly uncertain if she’d be able to endure nine more denied orgasms, not in the playful way she’d doubted earlier but now with sincere concern and frustration that left her starting to wonder what would happen if she used her safe word.
“Yes, I’d like to know that too,” Astani panted, still clinging to Madelynn for support as she panted heavily in her post-orgasmic haze of delight. “What would happen if your pet used her word of safety?”
Naoka blinked, confused for a moment. Had she been speaking her frustrations out loud and not realized it?
“No, pet,” Selwyn said as she strutted up to the bound Kittaran. “We keep telling you that you think too loudly,” she reminded Naoka as she started running her fingertips down the front of the girl’s body.
At first Naoka closed her eyes and purred, enjoying the unexpectedly tender touch from the normally crueler of her two Mistresses. Then the pleasure fog muddling her mind momentarily cleared and she realized this tender kindness was actually a cruelty, just a way to begin working her towards the next orgasm that was going to be denied.
“I find it endearing,” Madelynn declared. “Whether our naive, trusting, sweet pet is choosing not to try and hide her most intimate thoughts, or is incapable of it, matters not. It’s part of her charm. Part of what makes her so special.”
Selwyn had gone from gently caressing and tickling Naoka’s bare skin with just her fingertips to running her whole hands along the girl’s body. She did more than tease, leaving Naoka panting in pleasure and wiggling in delight. “She is indeed special,” Selwyn declared, looking over her shoulder at Madelynn and Astani. “The perfect sweet, naive tool we required to help continue and maybe even finish so many plots and fiendish machinations we had in motion when we found her.”
The soft moans coming from Astani as she leaned lovingly into Madelynn matched Naoka’s own soft sounds of delight. “Yes, yes,” the woman panted before letting out a matching moan along with Naoka as Selwyn started teasing the Kittaran’s nipples. “She’s precious. Gullible. Enough trusting innocence to fuel a hundred dark rituals. But what of NOW? What if she utters her safe word?”
As Naoka wiggled and moaned from what Selwyn was doing with her hands she felt touched for a few moments. Astani, seeming as nearly overwhelmed with pleasure as she was, was worried about her! The woman wanted to be sure Naoka felt safe, that she could end this cruel game of pleasure and frustration whenever she wanted.
The barking sound of an amused, cruel laugh coming from Selwyn made Naoka’s ears perk up and doubt what she’d just thought.
“You misunderstand completely, pet,” Selwyn told Naoka as she slipped one hand down the girl’s midsection to snake its way towards her damp womanhood while slithering the other up to tease her neck then slip her fingers into Naoka’s hair to tickle and tease behind one of her furry cat ears. “She’s not anxious to ensure you have the power to stop this, she’s anxious you’d be allowed to USE that power to rob her of HER delight, delight she only receives as long as YOUR torment continues!”
Naoka stared in disbelief, finding it impossible that her Mistress was accurately reading the intent of Astani’s question. The Priestess had been so kind to her so far! Expressed so much concern… Then the woman looked over her shoulder at Naoka. Her beautiful face was flush and she was still panting from her climax, while the sly smile on her pretty lips revealed a hint of shame.
“See?” Selwyn declared in a gloating tone. “She’s as much a monster as we are, she just wraps herself in her goddess’ blessings of loyalty and love. But gods, no matter their domain, are cruel and selfish and only ever give forth blessings to further their impossible-to-understand machinations.”
Madelynn clicked her tongue in disapproval. “My beloved is delighting in mocking our guest, not you, pet,” she explained to Naoka as she continued to hold Astani. She’d wrapped her arms around Astani and was sensually stroking and tickling the Priestess’ naked back.
Naoka felt every touch on the Priestess’ back as acutely as if Madelynn were touching her, something she suspected the woman was aware of. When she met Madelynn’s eyes and saw the glint of wicked playfulness in her eyes Naoka was CERTAIN she was only caressing the Priestess to tease and torment Naoka.
“If you speak your word of safety the scene will end,” Madelynn declared. “You’d be taken down, the glyphs of orgasm denial removed from your body, and you’d be given whatever aftercare you needed.”
The words reassured Naoka. She realized then her Mistress’ fingers were not stroking and caressing her through the Priestess to tease but rather to calm her and show affection.
“But,” Selwyn said, voice cold and firm. “If that WERE to happen our pet would have a choice to make. Either return to this scene and continue her punishment once she was able or take her leave of our mansion.”
“She wouldn’t be tossed out to return to the streets where we found her,” Madelynn told Astani, who had been following the exchange with great interest. “We’d give her clothing, money, and find her a simple place to live while ensuring she had some work to be able to keep that place while also keeping herself fed. But her life here would be over and she’d never be allowed to return.”
Astani stood, no longer needing support, but remained close to Madelynn so the woman could keep stroking and caressing her naked back. “Is this the same deal you have with all your servant girls?”
Her voice, still a bit breathy from her orgasm, was filled with a mix of curiosity and concern that touched Naoka. She’s no monster, Naoka thought. She WAS worried about me and all my Mistresses’ servant girls. She wants to make sure we’re all here willingly.
The sound of a dark, almost bitter-sounding chuckle from Selwyn made Naoka’s ears perk up and rotate towards the woman, although her eyes remained locked on Madelynn. She was enjoying watching her touch the Priestess, it made the things she was feeling more “real” and comforting.
“Our dear friend may be asking because she worries about you and our other servants,” Selwyn said, “but there’s more to it. If we’re holding you girls here against your will, or even if your consent to live the way you do is dubious, she could use that against us in some way. Oh, she’s loyal to us, it’s her religious duty to be so, but if it gained her and her followers power she’d find a way to twist that loyalty to her advantage.”
Madelynn had kept her eyes locked on Naoka’s, paying close attention to the expressions dancing across the girl’s face. “Do you wish the scene to end, pet?”
Naoka took a moment to think. “No,” she finally said, voice hinting at some anxiety yet full of certainty. “You’ve reassured me I CAN end it if it’s too much and put me at ease by reminding me you’d give me aftercare. That makes me feel safe, Mistress. And knowing I’d be allowed to return to and finish my punishment makes me feel even safer. I WANT to be a good girl,” she declared, chin held up in slight defiance as she glanced at Selwyn. “I will be the BEST girl you two have ever had.”
Selwyn snorted at that. “Perhaps she doesn’t realize what a low bar she’s set herself to topping. There are reasons past special guests who have lived in the bedroom you now inhabit didn’t hold our attention for long.”
“Selfish in all the wrong ways,” Madelynn sighed sadly.
“Others far too eager to brat and be punished,” Selwyn declared in disapproval.
“Most are too satisfied to lose themselves in the seas of sexual and emotional pleasure that comes from the life we live in this manor,” Madelynn added. “With no curiosity or drive to try and solve any of the mysteries laid out before them.”
“For mysteries build power,” Selwyn announced as though Naoka hadn’t heard the phrase a hundred times already.
“And your Mistresses ALWAYS hunger for more power,” Astani said, her tone full of affection for the woman. “And after our lunch where you explained where all your plots are headed I now understand it’s power you’ll put to good use.”
She pressed her naked body into Madelynn, grabbing the woman’s wrists and pulling her hands to the Priestess’ backend. Naoka let out a little squawk of delight when she felt Madelynn slap then grab the Priestess’ ass thanks to the bond they currently shared.
“But right now I don’t care about any of that,” Astani declared, voice full of greedy, sensual eagerness. “Your pet wants to continue her punishment and I’m ravenously hungry to steal the nine other orgasms she’s due to be denied. I want to know how we’ll be tormenting her next!”
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