Ch 1.33: ❤ Toy

Elaina was entranced by the glass object Tira carried as she walked around the bed. She’s not going to hit me with that, is she? “Now, we’re going to have to have to address a problem.” She set the rod on the mattress, then bent over and pulled up a length of chain connected to a pink shackle, from the back bedpost. “You’re going to be a good girl and not try and escape without my permission, right, darling?”

“Yes, Mistress Tira,” Elaina said as she felt the cuff slap onto her wrist. It would be trivial for her to get out, but there wouldn’t be any fun in that.

“Good girl.” Elaina moaned just from hearing the word, her body craving stimulation again. She wiggled her backside into the rough sheets, savoring the sensation as Tira continued around the bed, locking each of Elaina’s limbs into place, legs and arms both spread out. Once she was fully secured, Tira went back and grabbed that glass rod again.

“You know, I love many types of toys, but my favorites are the ones that squirm.” Tira placed the glass on Elaina’s stomach, the cold sensation shocking her into a gasp. “And if I’m right, I just might have a new favorite.”

A finger fell on Elaina’s thigh again, stroking gentle circles around the inside. Elaina tried to lift her head and see what was going on, but the restraints around her kept her from getting a good angle. The swirling continued, creeping up Elaina’s leg as she writhed, doing her absolute best to wiggle herself down into Tira’s hand. “Please,” she said, panting.

“Oh, are you an impatient one?” Tira’s grin was pure evil, denying Elaina her reward. I did a good job, right? Elaina continued squirming as that soft finger trailed upwards, and then Tira’s other hand fell on Elaina’s shoulder, raking across the skin. One hand had long nails, the other had short nails, and Elaina finally knew why. The soft fingertip down below crawling its way towards Elaina’s sex, the harsh fingernails ripping across her torso above, both pain and pleasure fighting for her attention. And then Tira hit home, finger riding up Elaina’s innermost thigh, going right up her lips and landing on top of her clit. Elaina screamed as she felt the stroke throughout her entire body, her own wetness making Tira’s glide across her like a skate over ice.

Elaina couldn’t stop screaming as Tira continued touching her, rubbing every part of her down there. It was unreal how wonderful it felt, the same thing she’d done to herself thousands of times. She’d never imagined it could be like this, somehow the entire sensation completely different, all just because it was someone else doing it. Her eyes drifted to Tira’s face as the girl knelt over her, the hungry face of a predator still, then down her body. Gods she wished she could see all of Tira, her stomach, her waist, her breasts, but that single-piece lingerie was a magnet for her eyes as it was. Tira started to grind herself on Elaina’s leg, and Elaina’s mind went wild again at the touch of Tira’s wetness once more, even just on her thigh.

Elaina started to whimper when Tira took her hand way. No, that’s not it, right? Then Tira grabbed the glass object off of Elaina. No, not the beating again! Not now, I need—

Something plunged into Elaina’s pussy, and she gasped out. What? The toy pumped in and out of her, and Elaina only just managed to move her head to meet her mistress’s eyes again. Tira chuckled. “Did you not know what that was for?”

“I— It’s inside of me?”

“Yes, darling.” The pumping continued, Elaina growing dizzy from the sensation. She’d had her fingers inside of her before, and that was honestly all she’d ever expected to have, so this was… wonderful. Filled up by Tira’s toy, mouth gaping, chained to the bed, she knew she must look so pitiful, and she wished it would last forever.

Tira’s other hand joined back in, nails scratching across Elaina’s collarbones. Elaina was going to go mad. The toy wasn’t too intense on its own, just a rhythmic, filling pulse of pleasure, but with Tira’s fingers as well across her skin, it was unbearable. Tira continued down, back of her hand brushing against the side of Elaina’s bosom as the nail scraped against her ribs. She went up through the center of Elaina’s cleavage and then turned halfway, heading towards the center of Elaina’s breast. The finger twirled around around her areola, dancing around it as Elaina watched breathlessly.

Two fingers pinched Elaina’s tit, squeezing the nipple between them as Elaina cried out. It wasn’t pain at all, just pure joy in the light squeeze, again a thing Elaina had done to herself countless times, but now experiencing it again like it was the first time it had ever happened to her. Tira rolled the nipple between her fingers for a moment and then unleashed herself, groping Elaina’s chest with unrestrained vigor, grasping every inch of soft flesh as she continued using the toy down below.

“More,” Elaina shouted, “More!” Their eyes met once more. Elaina could tell Tira was doing her best to keep up the act, to play the part of the uncaring owner just trying to reward her pet for good behavior, but Tira wasn’t as good an actress as she thought. Her eyes were still soft, happy as they watched Elaina convulse in pleasure.

Her nipples, her pussy, and the look on Tira’s face. It was all too much, and Elaina finally felt it, sweet relief as her body shook in pure bliss, pulling on the bindings and thrashing in the bed as she let out one final scream into the room and then collapsed, panting, into the mattress. She laid there, eyes looking up at a blurry ceiling as Tira still worked on her with both hands, bringing Elaina’s high to a gentle end as she slowed to a stop. “Sapphire,” Tira said as she stood up and pulled the toy away. “Playtime’s over for now, darling.” She started unhooking the shackles as Elaina’s mind began returning to her.

She covered herself, chest and crotch both as she realized how naked she was. Tira chuckled as she turned away. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. Do you want me to leave while you get dressed?”

“Uh— no, it’s fine…” Elaina took her hands down as she sat up, wincing at the pain in her legs, still conflicted as some of it was converted to pleasure. “You can look.”

Tira turned around, staring at Elaina’s body again. “Before anything else, I really have to ask, how is this your first time? You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Elaina turned away at the compliment. “Uhm, I’m from a small village. Not many girls my age, and the ones that were, just, well, weren’t like us, you know?”

“Oh, not filthy perverts who like to play with bondage and pain?”

Elaina smirked, leaning forward. “Shut up! You know what I mean.”

Tira laughed, walking away from the bed. “Not many gay girls out there?”

Elaina shook her head. “A few older couples, but all the girls my age… Well, they picked on me for it, quite a bit.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Tira said, going back over to one of her dressers and pulling out a glass bottle with clear liquid inside. “People here know to mind their own business, at least. Or maybe that’s just cause they’re scared of me.”

“Why is everyone scared of you?”

“Dunno. After all, that boy losing his arm in that duel was an accident.” She jumped onto the bed with Elaina, smiling. “Joking, by the way. The nurse was able to save the arm.”

Elaina laughed too, pretty sure Tira was joking overall. “What’s that bottle for?”

“It’s ointment, for where I got you with the flogger. Mind rolling over?”

Elaina threw up her hands. “Oh, that’s fine, you don’t have to do that.”

Tira frowned, looking away. “If you don’t want it then we don’t have to, of course—I know some subs prefer to leave them be—but it really helps me… Like, I feel a little less like a monster if I do this after, you know?”

Her eyes were forlorn, the glee and energy from before having left. Elaina had her own struggles with her feelings, with liking the pain, liking the humiliation, but she hadn’t realized Tira could be feeling the same way. And she’s the one causing those things, not feeling them. “Yeah, no, I mean, that’s fine.” Elaina rolled over, looking back up.

Some of the joy went back into Tira’s eyes. “Thanks. It’s a potion, so it won’t wash off or anything. It doesn’t do too much for the pain, but it does prevent infection.” She poured some of the liquid onto her hand, and started rubbing. It was a cooling sensation, slightly numbing on the pain, but she could still feel the softness of Tira’s hands, rubbing in, pressing the ointment into the raw flesh. There was a slight sting, but overall it was a nice pressure. “You’re really great, Elaina, you know that?”

Elaina buried her head into the sheets, trying to hide her reddening face. “What’s that for?”

“I just need you to know it, that you don’t actually deserve to be punished for liking these things. It’s okay to like them, to want to play hard like we did, and you don’t need to be ashamed about it.”

It’s okay? The potion may have been cool, but Elaina was feeling warm. “I…” It wasn’t the first time anyone had found out about this. The girls and boys back home had never let her live it down, and it was always a struggle, to deal with both her liking the tormenting in some way, but also knowing it came from cruelty. Tira was different, in a way Elaina didn’t fully understand yet, but still… “I appreciate it. Thanks.”

She laid there for a while, Tira eventually finishing with the ointment on her legs and moving to rub her back, massage her shoulders. This was something she had only dreamed about, and never in a chaste way, to be lying naked on a bed, sexy woman on top of her in only lingerie, being caressed by strong-but-soft hands. It was nothing like how she’d ever imagined, simply existing in that reality without feeling horny, just content.

“Do you want to go get cleaned up and head to sleep?” Tira asked, standing up and walking away.

“How?”

Tira opened up a door that Elaina thought had been a closet, but that actually opened up into a large white-tiled washroom. “Told you the private room’s a nice perk, didn’t I?”

Elaina stood up and followed Tira into the room, blushing again as she caught a glimpse of herself in a large mirror she hadn’t been expecting to see. She almost covered herself again, but then found herself entranced by her backside, roughed up and red by the flogger. I wonder how bad it’ll bruise. Explaining that she’d want to keep the marks to Carline was going to be awkward.

She turned back when she heard water running, Tira standing next to a white tub that was filling up with steaming water, biting her lip as she looked down.

“So, Elaina, I know this is kind of hypocritical, but would you mind looking away while I undress?”

Elaina blinked, not quite understanding for a moment, until she realized what this new look on Tira’s flushed face was: coyness, shyness, embarrassment. “Oh! Sure, just, let me know when I can look?”

“Uhm, maybe just wait till I get in the water? Then you can get in my lap, or we can just bathe separately if you don’t want that.”

“No, that’s fine! I just, uhm, didn’t think…” No way to say what she was thinking without it sounding judgemental, so she just turned, away from Tira and the mirror both.

“I know, it’s weird. Part of why I do what I do, during playtime I mean, is so I feel less vulnerable. So, being seen like this…”

“No need to explain; it’s fine, really.” Elaina wanted to smile at Tira, let her know it was okay, but she knew turning around wasn’t an option, so she just stood there, rolling her fingers over each other as she waited.

“Okay, you can get in, just don’t stare, okay?”

“Right,” Elaina turned around and went over to the tub, finding Tira hiding under the water and covering herself with her arms. It was beyond difficult not to stare.

“I’m really so sorry. It’s not you, and maybe I—”

Elaina put a finger on Tira’s lips, closing her eyes. “It’s okay. I won’t look, and you don’t owe any explanation.” She turned around again, only opening her eyes to lift herself over the edge of the tub and climb in. The warm water was a beautiful sting on her thighs, and she felt even more warmth as she fell back into Tira’s strong frame.

“I really appreciate it.” Tira’s arms went under Elaina’s, wrapping around just below her chest. “If you want to come back sometime, I might be able to get used to it. This was really quite fast for me, to go from just meeting someone to this, so I’m still a bit hesitant, I guess. I’m having a great time though. Hope you are too.”

Elaina leaned back, cradling Tira’s arms in her own as she rested her head against Tira’s still-secret chest. “I am having a great time, and I’d love to come back.” Elaina was able to relax as Tira washed her from behind, soaking in the luxury of a private, warm bath for not long enough time before Tira declared it was time for bed.

The went to bed together, Elaina naked and Tira in a pink nightgown, and Elaina started drifting off as soon as she hit the bed. “Hey,” Tira said, wrapping her arm around Elaina and resting it on her boob, “just so you know, I’ll probably be gone when you wake up. I have to leave before first bell.”

“Mhmm.” This bed was so comfy, too comfy.

The next thing she knew the bell was ringing. Tira was gone, just like she’d said. Elaina sat up, yawning, the lingering reminder of last night’s fun still ringing across her backside, and then she realized something she really should have thought of before. “Wait, my clothes!”