"I'll… uh… leave you two alone, now," Tasha murmured, reaching behind her for the doorknob. Emily was kneeling, hands clasped behind her back, head down, breasts pushed forward in the black leather corset she wore. The corset had leather straps that framed her breasts but left them bare and attached to a collar around her neck with silver chains. The collar had a metal ring, and Regina held a leash that was fastened through it.
"No." Regina's voice was firm. "You stay. Sit."
"But-" The redhead glanced at Tasha as she sank into the chair by the door. Regina used the crop again to lead her, turning her head forward.
"Pet doesn't like to be watched, does she?"
"No, Mistress." Emily's head hung down again, her hair hiding her face like an auburn curtain.
Regina smiled. "I know."
Only Emily's eyes moved, glancing toward Tasha. "Please, Mistress… won't you send her out?"
"No." Regina lifted the woman's chin with the end of the crop, looking into her eyes. "You've been a very bad girl, and this…" she nodded toward Tasha in the corner, who was watching with wide eyes. "Is your punishment."
Tasha saw tears-real tears!-well up in the redhead's eyes as she dropped her head again the moment the crop had moved.
"Now… lick." Regina lifted the snap-on crotch of her leotard, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. Her foot still rested on the rung of the stool, giving Tasha a full view of the woman's sex.
"Yes, Mistress…" The redhead shuffled forward on her knees, leaning in with her tongue outstretched. The only outward sign the blonde gave was a deep sigh and a slight fluttering of her eyelids as Emily began to lick her.
Tasha glanced at her watch. They had paid for two twenty-minute sessions in a row, and now she understood why. Emily's eyes looked up at her "Mistress," her tongue working between the woman's flesh. Tasha thought about the paperwork demanding her attention upstairs as the blonde used the riding crop to direct Emily's head, up a little, then down, her face changing only slightly in response.
"Stop," Regina said, and the redhead moaned softly, easing back, her face wet with the blonde's juices.
"Yes, Mistress."
Regina turned around, planting the impossibly high heels of her boots wide and bent over the stool, looking back at her charge. Using the riding crop again, she lifted the snap-crotch of the leotard free of her ass. "Lick it, bitch!"
"Yes, Mistress." Emily made a little noise in her throat, almost like a purr, and Tasha forgot all about her paperwork as she watched the redhead spread her Mistress' ass with her hands, her tongue sliding between the crack. Oh my God, she's licking her asshole! Tasha's breath caught as she watched Emily's tongue flicking around the rosy hole of the blonde's ass, even pressing inward, as if she were fucking her with her tongue!
Regina responded to this, giving a little gasp and a soft moan, her back seeming to arch involuntarily. This increased the redhead's enthusiasm and she made sloppy, wet noises as she tongued her Mistress' asshole, using her hands to hold her cheeks open wide. Tasha squirmed her bottom against the chair, remembering riding the Sybian with the anal attachment, how good it had felt. She and Max had tried anal, but had never ventured this far…
"Good, Pet," Regina breathed, and Tasha saw her slip the riding crop between her legs, using the flat leather end of it to press against her clit. She rubbed it there, faster and faster, as Emily plunged her pink tongue into her Mistress' ass. Regina couldn't hide the sound of breath, coming faster and faster, filling the little room with its pant. Tasha bit her lip and crossed her legs, squeezing them together and feeling that dull ache as Regina arched and began to climax. Her thighs trembled with her orgasm, the crop's tip moving like lightning over her wet, swollen clit. Emily continued to tongue her Mistress' asshole, licking, sucking, even kissing, until Regina moaned softly and said, "Stop!"
"Yes, Mistress." Her face wet and dripping with the blonde's juices and her own saliva, Emily sat back, clasping her hands behind her, putting her head down. Tasha watched as Regina composed herself, taking a seat on the stool and flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she looked down at the redhead.
"Time for your punishment, bitch," Regina murmured, standing and walking over to where the Sybian waited.
Slapping the back of the machine, she said, "Up!" in a commanding tone, as if she were talking to a dog.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily responded immediately, climbing up and swinging her leg over, like she was mounting a horse. Her legs were spread but she kept her pussy from touching the machine, her thighs trembling with the effort. That's clearly a rule, Tasha thought, watching in fascination as Regina used the riding crop to tease the redhead's fat, pink nipples. The crop slapped the curly red tuft of hair on the top of Emily's pussy, making her jump, and then slid between her clean-shaven lips, parting them, teasing.
"Mount," Regina commanded.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily slid forward on the Sybian, grabbing the dildo and sliding herself slowly down onto the shaft. The look of pleasure on her face that just climbing onto the machine elicited was unmistakable.
Regina took the controls, watching as the redhead settled herself, wiggling down onto the base, pressing the dildo all the way into her pussy. Emily's eyes closed and she bit her lip when the Sybian began to vibrate underneath her, her Mistress turning it up little by little. Tasha bit her own lip, her hands clasped in her lap as the ride began, her pussy throbbing and beginning to moisten, a Pavlovian response.
"Open your eyes, bitch!" Regina demanded, the crop coming down with a loud slap over the creamy flesh of the girl's behind.
"Yes, Mistress!" she gasped, her eyes flying open.
"She's watching you…" Regina looked over at Tasha, whose eyes flickered between the two of them. "Look into her eyes."
"Yes, Mistress," Emily moaned, chewing on her lip now as she rolled her hips against the machine, her eyes meeting Tasha's. There was a sort of pain there that Tasha couldn't identify-the pain of being seen? But the redhead moaned and rocked on top of the Sybian as Regina turned on the rotation, trying to keep her eyes on Tasha.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Regina brought the crop down over the girl's behind again, making her yelp, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment.
"Yes, Mistress!" Emily breathed the words, her half-closed eyes focused on Tasha.
"Say it, bitch!" The crop smacked smartly on the redhead's other cheek. From where Tasha was sitting, she could see a fat red splotch on the woman's behind.
"Yes, Mistress! I'm a bad girl," Emily moaned, her smooth, slick pussy lips rubbing against the Sybian's attachment, her clit easing back and forth over the ridge. "A very bad, bad, girl!"
"She can see what a bad girl you are," Regina murmured, tracing the crop over the redhead's breasts. "Look, she can see how naughty you've been."
Tasha looked between them, eyes wide, re-crossing her legs and squirming against the hard surface of the chair. Emily's eyes were on her, pleading, full of some emotion-humiliation? Tasha recognized it with a flush as the woman began to climax.
"Yes, Mistress!" The redhead was coming, the crop lightly slapping at her nipples as she shuddered on top of the machine. "Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!" she moaned over and over as she bucked on top of the Sybian, her nipples gone from pink to cherry red from the slap of the crop. Tasha swallowed hard, pressing the heat of her own pussy against the chair as she watched.
Regina didn't slow the machine, which kept vibrating under the woman's shuddering thighs, although Emily begged her to. "Please, Mistress, I can't stand it-"
"You can." Regina punctuated her insistence with the crop against the woman's ass. "And you will."