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    Whispers In the Dark

    Whispers In the Dark

     

    Tina smiled to herself, she couldn’t help it. The darkness in their basement made everything so much more intense. She could hear Bette’s movements. she knew where Bette was, she could hear the chair of the cuffs that held her to the bed rattling as she moved. Tina slowly walked down the stairs, her heels clicking on the floor as she went she ran her hand over the corset she was wearing. It felt good. They always played down her, it was less personal then their bedroom, where they made love. down here they fucked. Both of them knew it. Tonight was a fancy for Bette. Not here. It was Bette’s birthday after all.

                “Trying to escape my little slut!” Tina whispered. Bette stopped moving at once. Knowing that she had too.  She tried to talk but the ball gag in her mouth stopped her. It came out as a total mumble. Tina slowly walked towards her. Bette moved her head to the sound of Tina’s heels on the wooden floor. Tina turned the light on, low, so that there was a soft glow in the room. She looked down at her wife. The only woman she had known, before this one she had been a domme to men. Now she had this powerful woman, who by day ran a successful art gallery and by night was her slave. She loved it. She couldn’t help it. Tina smiled, unclipping her gag. It feel from Bette’s mouth. Bette looked at her woman,

                “Never mistress.” Bette managed, it was barely a whisper. Tina looked at her. looked at the naked woman before her, her arms above her head, cuffed and chained down. Her legs spread apart, with her feet flat on the bed, her ankles tied to the bed, her pert breasts, her hard small brown nipples. Her waxed wet centre. Tina grinned.

                “You like this too much do you my pet.” Tina whispered again, Bette looked at her blonde wife, taking in the only woman she had truly let dominate her.

                “Yes,” Bette moaned. Tina smiled.

                “Yes what?” She said slapping Bette’s breast. Bette ached her back at the contact. Her body enjoying the sharp thrill of pain that ran through her body.

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