Enlightenment Through BDSM

This wasn’t a command, wasn’t something I had to do. It was a suggestion, just a casual request that I start masturbating while Kalia watched. Somehow, that made it worse, that I had to actively be the one to decide to begin the show. It was mortifying enough to be ordered to strip, and being ordered to masturbate would have had the same effect I was pretty sure, but if I wanted to go further, I’d have to admit that I was enjoying it all, her gaze, my showmanship, the humiliation…

“Okay,” I said, shifting my arms across my body. I’d already done it earlier in the day, so I really shouldn’t have been this eager, but eager I was. Even when I’d “finished” in the clothes shop I hadn’t really felt like I was “done,” just like I had made progress. It was a biological need I had no control over that compelled me to actually satisfy myself fully this time, or at least that’s the excuse I used to ignore the fact that my mind wanted nothing more in that moment than to debase myself further for Kalia.

My fingers were tracing my skin again, the supple feeling seeming foreign to me once more. I was pretty sure that was going to be a temporary thing, but for now it really felt both like I was touching myself and not, that I was bucking my leg into someone else’s hand as much as I was gripping someone’s else’s thigh, smooth yet firm as my hand moved up it.

There was no denying whose lips it was I traced though, brushing against them slowly and letting out a moan from the sudden sensation, a moan I was happy I didn’t have to try and suppress anymore like back at Elash’s. I mean, there were probably other guests in the inn portion of the Guild, but I wasn’t worried about that at the moment. After all, that’s half of what hotels are for, right?

Resigned to not worry about disturbing the neighbors, and abandoning the last pretense that I was someone doing this for any other reason than that I wanted to, I picked up the pace, rubbing between my legs, smearing my own juices across my lower body as my other hand went up to my chest. I was soft with my touch there, at first anyway, still remembering exactly how sensitive they were now. My nipples were like little buttons I could run my fingers over, buttons that sent electric shocks of pleasure throughout all of me when I pushed them.

“That’s a good girl, tease it out of them.” 

I gasped at that, widening my eyes as I remembered Kalia was there, hearing her sultry voice and seeing her gaze trained on me. How could I have possibly forgotten, even for a moment? Sure, the physical sensation felt good, but just her sitting there was doing so much to me too, frying my brain in an overload of emotion. Add to that those two simple words, “good girl,” words that held way too much power for how easily she could utter them, and I could feel myself melting like ice in a microwave.

“What else feels nice? If I’m going to take care of my girlfriend properly, I’m going to need some pointers.”

Girlfriend? If I’d thought two words could crack me before, this one word was about to break me completely. My hands slowed, the opposite of what she was asking me too do, but the brain was finally fried, rebooting as I processed what she said.I didn’t stop moving completely though, coming to terms with what she just said as I rubbed myself. Girlfriend. 

It changed everything, really. Before we were Mistress and Servant, but now? We were that, and I could still hardly believe the humiliating act I was performing, but there was more to it too. Maybe I wasn’t feeling love, maybe I was, but the touches were even more eclectic than before as I sped back up, driving myself towards a quick climax, one fueled by so many confusing and wonderful feelings both physical and emotional.

I let out a very unladylike cry as it all boiled over, sounding more cat that girl in that moment, but I didn’t care. I was putting on a show for my girlfriend, as her girlfriend, and I felt wonderful.

Once again though, even as I expected things to slow down, as I expected the high to fall, I remained in that heightened state, somehow even more sensitive across my body as I kept going and Kalia kept watching. My body could take more now, needed more even, and this time I wasn’t going to be interrupted by someone coming around the corner. The only person I need to worry about seeing me is right here.

And so I kept going, exploring the inner walls of myself down below, the rest of my smooth skin up top. Pumping into myself wasn’t quite as sensitive as rubbing the outer area, but that meant I could go at it more vigorously, at a tempo my body was becoming more and more demanding of, so I kept that up anyway, hearing the sloshing sounds my fingers were making as I dove in and out.

My other hand apparently wanted in on the fun, having traveled down from my breasts, across my navel, and now reaching the spot of me that ached most of all to be touched. I’d been scared to touch it until now, afraid of what it would unlock inside of me, nervous that maybe I for some reason wasn’t allowed to touch it, but there was no way to hold back now. With one hand vigorously fucking my insides, the other just barely grazed the top of my clit.

“Fuck!” I said, feeling my muscles tighten, tail straighten behind. “Fuck, Kalia, its—”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t know what it was. I’d call it amazing, but I had experienced the amazing over the last day, and it was beyond that. I’d call it magical, but I’d experienced magic over the last day, and it was beyond that too. I’d call it unbelievable, keeping in mind my definition of believability now included “waking up in another world as a catgirl with a hot elf girlfriend waiting for me,” but even that didn’t seem enough to encapsulate the feeling it gave me.

“Guh!” I screamed, knees buckling underneath me as I stumbled towards the bed, hands still in between my legs. It was taking me all at once, the same overall wash of feeling from the previous orgasms, but this time far more intense, far more debilitating.

“Here,” Kalia said, opening here arms as I fell over, my hands finally coming free as I collapsed into her lap. She didn’t touch me much, to my annoyance I think she went out of her way to avoid touching me anywhere “special,” but I couldn’t say whether that was to tease me or just out of apprehension.

“I liked that,” she said. “A lot.”

“You—” Even just the one syllable took so much effort to produce, my breath heavy as lead. “You didn’t— I didn’t even do anything for you...”

“I just liked watching you have a good time, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you take care of me in the future.”

There was a bit of the devil in that last promise, I could tell. I knew she meant it, that not every night would be like this, that there would probably be some nights where I was the one left wanting after not having any pleasure given to me. 

But I knew those nights would make the ones like this all the better.

“So… we’re girlfriends now?”

Kalia looked puzzled at first, but then just let out a laugh. “I sure hope so, but if I jumped the gun on that too soon, I apologize.”

“No, it’s… I just like it. The idea of us dating, the word itself…”

“Me too,” she said, stroking my hair, barely skimming the length of one ear and sending electricity through me once again. “Let’s get you washed up though. We have a new potential party member to meet, remember?”