This surprisingly grey April was crushing Violet. She hadn’t seen the sun – the real sun, free of grey – in what felt like months.
It was times like these when she felt a bit hopeless. Despite her successful career, despite a loving wife and people who admired her, everything seemed so bland. Having taken a break at the office for the week, Violet ended up spending most of her time in bed, eating meals that Miranda either made or ordered out.
Finally, on the fifth day of Violet hanging around the house moping, Miranda put her foot down. “We’re going on vacation,” she said, staring down at her wife.
Violet, quite frankly, looked pretty awful. She hadn’t bothered redying her hair in three weeks, showing her black roots; she didn’t bother with makeup or even with showering, and hadn’t in two days. Violet frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You heard me. Vacation. I got one of our playthings to lend us a cabin where it’s good and sunny.”
Violet looked up at Miranda, eyes dull and tired. “Do we gotta?” A fist in her hair ripping a yelp from Violet’s lips answered her question, but just to make certain, Miranda locked eyes and nodded.
It took Miranda taking control, making all the plans and getting everything ready for them to go. Still, Miranda at least got Lily to do her self-care; to redye her hair for the trip, shave, and pack her favorite lingerie. Violet still stared into blank space as they travelled by the plane, and although she didn’t react, she appreciated the feeling of Miranda’s hand gently squeezing her thigh every now and then.
Off the plane, Violet couldn’t help but smile softly once she shook off the nap she took on the flight – it had only been an hour in the air, but it was still a plane ride. The weather here was completely different; where at home it was Spring lying about being Winter, here it was Spring lying about being Summer. As Miranda got the rental car, Violet stood outside the airport in the parking lot, setting her bags down on the ground for a moment to stretch out.
Violet smiled softly at the feeling of the warmth on her skin. This is nice, she thought to herself.
Once they arrived, ‘Violet’ and ‘Miranda’ were ‘Lily’ and ‘Mariah’.
By the first few hours in at the cabin, Lily knew she didn’t want to leave. Out in the woods, there was nobody who could see them if they played outside, so the ever industrious Mariah set up what could only be described as a ‘contraption’; what looked slapped together was actually a pair of study pieces of lumber Lily would be placed between with an overhang above her to hold rope on. Mariah tested it by jumping on the top of it, stomping, bouncing and pretending to fall off, scaring the hell out of Lily.
Blindfolded, gagged with one of her favorite dildos and bound to this jury-rigged setup, Lily enjoyed the feeling of the sunlight on her completely skin. It was warm. It made her feel like she was glowing. It was freeing, being bare with nothing but her heels, a rope harness holding a turned-off wand against her pussy, and the warm summer breeze washing over.
Moreover, she enjoyed the feeling of her arms and legs forced apart; feet held in place chained to a bar which went under the arch of her high heels and over her ankles. Her back forced into an arched position by her hair bound and pulled back into a knot incorporated into a body harness, large, round breasts becoming just slightly red from the feeling of the rope squeezing them.
Those sensitive breasts sent a feeling of bliss through her as clamps roughly held onto her nipples with small weights that also vibrated, sending pleasure running up the chain through her like lightning. Those weighs were only a few ounces, but they felt overwhelming and intoxicating.
Her arms were pulled to either side and upwards; bound to the wood at either side. She could squirm but couldn’t pull her arms free.
“I’m glad you came out here,” the voice of Lily’s wife purred in her ear, as Lily felt Mariah’s hair lightly against her shoulder before feeling firm hands on her slightly reddened bosoms. “You look so good like this,” Mariah said nails lightly digging into the younger woman’s sensitive breasts, digging in. Lily moaned and squirmed and writhed, pressing her body back against Mariah’s, feeling the older woman’s bare cock pressed against her ass.
Slowly, those strong but delicate fingers reached down and flicked a switch on the wand incorporated in the harness and it came to life. Vibrations quaked through Lily’s body as her yell was captured by the gag false cock in her mouth, forcing the woman to writhe and buck, groaning as she squirmed helpless, Mariah’s body pressed against hers’.
“Be a good girl now,” Mariah said, reaching up to lightly slap Lily’s left breast. The sensitive skin sent a sharp feeling through her as yells became squeals and hips bucked back. Her pussy was already soaked, begging for Mariah’s cock.
One arm wrapped around the bound woman’s midsection as kisses were planted up and down the side of her neck. Goosebumps prickled and excitement ran through her. The affectionate gesture mixed and swirled with the feeling of an earthquake pleasuring her pussy and the pain as Mariah kept occasionally slapping a breast.
Lily’s whole world became fuzzy and she didn’t need to squirm. The pain from each slap only grew worse, but Lily could take it. Her squeals became low, guttural groans, held back by the cock in her mouth. Her pussy throbbed as she her hips bucked in desperation all on their own, begging for more sensation. Lily obeyed though, letting herself be Mariah’s plaything.
Another strike to her reddened breasts, and another and another. Each slap was just as hard, but hurt a little more than the last. Each slap sent a surge of pain through her tit and of pleasure through her bosom.
The feeling of Mariah’s precum against her ass drove Lily mad. She wanted it. She needed it. If not for the cock down her mouth she would be begging, pleading to be fucked. Mariah just kept holding her tight and slapping each breast in turn.
“I think it’s time, don’t you?” Mariah whispered, and without warning the vacationing woman felt her pussy, shaking from the vibrations of the toy, full of cock. Lily practically screamed in delight as her cunt clamped down on Mariah’s cock. Nails dug into her shoulders and pulled her back onto Mariah.
Her wife was being brutal and ferocious; every thrust, rather than tender or quick was hard. Every thrust felt like it practically bottomed out, and after every thrust Mariah held inside of her, let the wand vibrate both of them, turning her own cock into a lightning rod for the vibrations and taking them deeper into Lily.
Every thrust push Lily higher into heaven. Every thrust made her squirm and yell. Without realizing it, Lily’s cunt clamped down; Mariah’s cock felt so massive it was tearing her in two as Lily shook and every muscle in her tensed; the sheer power of her own cunt nearly forced Mariah out, but that just made her growl like an animal and fuck Lily harder, faster.
Lily let her body go limp and relaxed, surrendering and giving herself utterly to Mariah. The woman dug her nails into Lily’s shoulders, her back, covered her in red marks, reached down to slap her tits again. The pain and brutality made Lily feel used, made Lily feel wanted, made Lily feel wonderful. Her cunt clamped down, begging for more and more, but she couldn’t even arch her back, push back against Mariah, she was too well bound.
Lily just kept moaning, screaming, feeling her skin grow sweaty, Mariah’s movements grow more erratic. That cock inside of her felt like it was getting bigger, harder, tighter, before all of a sudden a rush of pleasure and Lily’s knees grew weak and she shook at the sensation of hot, thick cum hitting the inside of her pussy.
Mariah kept pounding away, kept driving that cock into her all through the older woman’s orgasm. As it ended, Mariah leaned in and kissed the back of Lily’s neck. “Good girl,” she said, smiling and petting Lily’s hair as she panted, whimpering and shuddering.
Mariah gave her a squeeze with one arm, and used the other to turn the wand off. “Now let your Mistress hold you for a while before she lets you go,” Mariah whispered in her ear.
Since Lily couldn’t nod or even speak with the dildo gagging her mouth, she let out a tiny murmur in an obedient affirmative and relaxed, letting her enjoy the strength of Mariah’s arms, and the feeling of Mariah’s cum slowly beginning to drip out of her.
Mariah kept one hand flat on Lily as she untied her. A hand on her shoulder, on her back, on her neck; always caressing her and showing her tender care as she freed her. The hand trailing down her leg as Mariah moved to free her feet from their trap. Always making sure to keep that connection of gentle touch. Finally, as Lily was free, Mariah held her, arms around her midsection and letting Lily rest against her.
“Who’s my favorite little slut?” asked Mariah while kissing Lily, tracing fingertips along the younger woman’s ropemarks as she shuddered and moaned, sensitive skin sending sensations through her.
“I am?” Lily asked gently, breathing deeply, weakly.
“Yes you are,” Mariah said, before letting Lily’s midsection go to grab her hand and give it a squeeze, pulling the blindfold off last. “Come on, Lily. Let’s shower.”