Spellbound

[BlackAkuma]

A part of Dizzy wished she didn’t need to breathe so that she could enjoy this sensation for as long as possible - the unbeatable feeling of heaving a woman on top of her, of having an engulfing ass dominate her features. But then, without the suffocation, she’d lose a good part of the fun. It wasn’t simply about having her face consumed by Lorna’s flesh, but the thrill of knowing that her life was entirely in this woman’s control. Not a single breath inhaled without her say-so. Absolute power.

It was a heady tonic, and Loran served it well, playing down her attempts to escape and denouncing her talented tongue - not that the critique would stop her from trying, mind you. When the tapping came, Lorna held the hold longer than some women would’ve in the same situation, sending a raw shiver down Dizzy’s spine. Unconscious was close, she was on the precipice, she could feel herself tipping over…

And then, freedom. Perfect timing.

Dizzy breathed deep, a long and raspy gasp, her tiny lungs refilling simultaneously. She appreciated Lorna not lifting up all the way, which gave her a taste of freedom but not the entire dish. Her hands were free, but her legs quickly took their place, as her tormentress shifted back and folded her over. Her body sunk beneath the waves, and while she could breathe now, every inhale took serious effort.

She loved it. So much. ”God, your voice is so fucking sexy.” Dizzy whispered the words, but she needn’t have bothered, she could barely speak anyway. She put extra effort into getting her next words out,as her free hands came up and ran along the witch’s heavenly thighs.

”You are, milady Lorna.” She signed and planted a loving kiss on the woman’s succulent cheek. ”La strega dei miei sogni.”

[DeVir]

"What was that, dear?" Lorna heard something about her voice, which was common flattery, but it seemed her ass was crushing Dizzy's chest so thoroughly that the girl didn't have the breath to speak up. Good. It gave the witch an excuse. "I'll have you know I'll be taking your comments as snide if I can't hear what you've said. That means..." She spanked her hard enough that the room cracked and reverberated with the sound. Nice acoustics in here, too. It wouldn't leave a mark through her clothes (those pleasant strikes would come later), but it was more of the pageantry that would lead to more thorough dominance later in the session. "...I'll have to bring out my worse spells. We both know you don't want that."

But Dizzy had the good sense to call her mistress. And "milady," but she would only consider that a bonus. The continued Italian she could work with, however. Her not knowing how to speak the language could add a little roleplay to the experience. All at once she scooted forward and stood, letting Dizzy's legs fall back off the side of the bed. She turned around and came inches from dropping fully on top of Dizzy, but she stopped to clap a hand over her client's mouth and linger just above her, her blue hair dangling and tickling the girl's face.

"These words of yours... they're worrying me. How do I know you won't try casting some spell on me?" She released her mouth, but the fingers lingered, running along Dizzy's lips. If she planned to make this an unforgettable experience for the inexperienced (at least with sessions... she got the idea Dizzy had developed her skills over the years given that active tongue), she had to pull out all the stops. "I'll simply have to do something about that mouth of yours. Put a stop to it."

She tapped Dizzy's chin. "Don't you move." With a flourish, she swung and walked toward the wall on the other side of the room and looked over the toys there. Lorna planned to use what she brought, but that didn't mean she couldn't build some anticipation by... placing her hand on a gag. Running fingers over a whip. Giving a longing look to a set of manacles (adorned with silk, very nice). Finally, she turned to her bag and sifted through it. "I have just the thing for you. You don't know how badly I'll hate doing this to you, with you already so loyal."

She lifted out a set of ropes, dyed black. Bamboo was her material of choice: soft, silky, capable of sliding where it needed to be but strong enough to hold. Parts were already knotted into patterns, but she slung those over her shoulder and produced one smaller piece, fit for her purpose, and once she reached Dizzy, she pulled her up by the front of her bra. "Don't resist..." She started from the back of the head, swung it around to the front, and pulled at Dizzy's bottom lip with her thumb to coax her to open up.

One loop of rope wouldn't compel her to be quiet, but that was the point.

[BlackAkuma]

The sound of the spank itself was only eclipsed by the noise Dizzy made in response to it, a cry that was somewhere between surprised pain and ecstatic rapture, with a slight hint of a laugh hidden underneath. It had been a long while, too long, since someone had lit her bottom up, and the last time hadn't even come close to that. The fact that she didn’t have much in the way of padding down there just made it better, in her estimation, with Lorna’s hand covering more area than it would’ve with most women, leaving a burning sting in its wake. It just made her wish she didn’t have clothing in the way to dampen the impact, but she suspected that wish would be granted before their time was through. ‘Worst spells’, indeed.

She could’ve stayed like this for a good deal longer, but it seemed that this enchantress wanted to keep her moving, wisely moving from one position to the next before Dizzy could ever get comfortable. She released her legs and freed her, but Lorna was all over her before she could even enjoy a moment of that freedom, pinning her down with a hand over her mouth. Feigned fear came across her face, but underneath that hand was the real story, as she lathered Lorna’s palm with teasing licks, missing not a single opportunity to taste this woman. When that hand went away, her lips chased after it, suckling on the fingertips until they were totally out of reach.

She was instructed not to move, and move she didn’t, unlessly writhing about counted. With hands above her head, she bit her lip and fought to keep still, as if held down by imaginary chains, even as Lorna perused through the real ones. Dizzy craned her head up and watched with rapt attention as the woman masterfully built tension, making her mind run wild with every possibility.

God, she was good at this. Dizzy had picked the right one.

She laid back, still, as Lorna moved through her bag, sifted through, and produced a black rope, one with a purpose she could guess. Dizzy hummed as she was tugged up by her bra straps, and her mouth was open before the witch could even finish her command. Hungry for it, starving for it. In it went, with Dizzy giving Lorna the occasional twitch to work with, little spasms that hinted at resistance, small sparks for her to snuff out.

[DeVir]

Quite the active tongue, this one, in multiple ways. Some clients said nothing and merely enjoyed their time with her through groans and moans. Many more who did speak wouldn't have dared put their tongue on her body even though Lorna didn't have strong rules about people not touching or, in this case, licking her. Dizzy was taking full advantage of Lorna's freewheeling rules, and the witch was getting her kicks from it, too. She had to resist a smile when her tongue lapped all over Lorna's palm, and she pretended to be utterly offended, wiping the hand on Dizzy's leg with enough drama to make it clear Lorna herself wasn't bothered. "Keep the merchandise clean, won't you?"

For her part, Lorna kept the merchandise bound. It was a subtle way to start, and she looped the rope into Dizzy's lips and between her teeth skillfully before tying it at the back and intentionally letting her breasts dangle in front of the Italian's face. Dizzy was wriggling; Lorna took the hint and grasped her tightly by the chin when she saw fit, a warning in her eyes. "You're mostly obedient. I'll have plenty for you to do if you keep that attitude." She had developed a knack for this sort of thing; the tightness was enough to be tantalizing and distracting without hurting. Dizzy was left with enough space to vaguely move her lips, but forming words would be a challenge.

Lorna wasted no time letting Dizzy test this bound experience. She shoved her back on the bed, and Lorna followed with Dizzy's legs so she lay on the bed like one properly should, head to foot. Lorna followed with urgency, once again positioning so her ass faced Dizzy's head. "I'll have to see now if you're still willing and able to speak if you can't tap... This is one of my most painful spells. Let me know if it stings."

It wouldn't sting, she was betting. She swung so one leg was on either side of Dizzy's head, and with skull born from practice, she scooped the little beauty's head between her thighs using her calf. Her hand reached back to gently tug Dizzy's hair and situate her better, making sure her chin was tucked between her glutes, and Lorna opened the squeezing with the straightening of her thick legs and the slightest pulse of her muscles. Once again, Dizzy's hands were pinned down by her own. "Tell me what you're feeling, darling."

[BlackAkuma]

It didn’t help - or maybe it did - that Lorna’s breasts dangled in front of Dizzy’s face as she went about her work, tempting her like sweet fruits hanging from a branch. The woman’s chest would’ve been a sight in any context, but here in, the reddened lights and wrapped up in that leather bodice, they left her mouth watering and her pulse quickening. Heat radiated from her chest like a furnace, like there was some mad engine ticking in her heart, and it took no small amount of self-control to keep herself under the spell and not just dive in.

Patience, patience. She could wait. Lorna was doing such a good job setting this scene, the last thing she wanted was to ruin it.

It wasn’t her first time being gagged, but it was the only time someone had done it with rope, making for a unique experience on her end. She tested the bones as soon as Lorna finished her work. It hurt, a little, but nothing more than an annoyance, the kind of pain she could endure so long as it didn’t last for too long. Dizzy moaned through it and gave it a little chew, as her captress spun about to work on her lower body next, binding her thin legs like kindling for a fire. Not that Dizzy was apt to notice too much, with the full moon hanging overhead, making her wish she could get her tongue out for one last lick.

That view didn’t go away, but she was given another angle to view it from, as her tiny head was promptly pulled towards it. Those lovely curves dominated her vision as thick thighs wrapped around her skull, tightening like a living noose. Just a pulse. Nothing much, but a taste of so much more.

Dizzy hadn't come for a taste, but the whole meal. While she didn’t want to break character, she knew this button needed to be pressed, all while she kept the role of a good little girl. ”I feel…power.” She spoke slow through the rope, taking care to enunciate her every word. ”But not enough. Harder, mistress. Please.” She arched her back at the last word, her hips thrusting skyward while her legs tested their bonds.

[DeVir]

Lorna was inadvertently putting an image together of young Dizzy. She could see that bright-eyed enthusiasm and the enjoyment of this being a "first time" in her eyes. But she could also sense the experience, lending some credence to the witch's earlier assumption that she had been with women before in much this same situation. It was none of her business, but it was an entertaining thing to find. And she started to wonder how much she could make her reveal before they had wrapped up their lengthy session.

First, a bit of skullcracking. It was hardly that: Lorna had her secured and primed for more. But it was only a preview and a chance to hear Dizzy trying to speak through her bonds. Again, she proved she had some skills with having something like this in her mouth; she spoke clearly enough that Lorna could hear every word. And the eagerness had her stifling a laugh. She didn't have to work too hard to make Dizzy show her hand and reveal her desires. "Aha. Well who am I to deny the request of my own thrall?"

Lorna used the grip she had on Dizzy's wrists to lift up her upper body, angling so that Dizzy's chin was lifted with her hips. Her stretched feet became poised as she pushed up onto her toes and flexed the muscles in her glutes, thighs, and calves. Two walls of hard, powerful muscles began to mash on Dizzy's head relentlessly. Lorna had accidentally knocked a couple of early clients unconscious, but she had much more experience now and knew when to bring the pressure to a halt and then begin a slow build to the breaking point. She trembled with the effort but also at her enjoyment knowing she could do such a thing. Goodbye, office girl Lorna. The witch had taken her spot.

"Is this the power you wanted, Dizzy, dear?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy breathed deep, inhaled and exhaled, burning Lorna’s scent into her memory. They’d been going at this long enough that, with the heat of the room helping them along, the first hints of perspiration were sifting into air. They mixed in with her natural scents and whatever beauty products she lathered across her body, to make a heavy, heady odor. Sweet. Musky. Dark. A touch of spice. Ingredients in the cauldron, swirling around.

With her tongue out of commission, her nose happily picked up the slack, as Lorna’s thighs closed in around her skull and threatened to swallow it whole. Hers were hardly the first legs she’d been around, but - with one notable exception - she couldn't remember anyone with this much raw muscle under the hood. Even with the tiniest fraction of her strength, Dizzy could tell there was enough power in those legs to knock her out in seconds, easy. It didn’t matter if she fought, how hard she struggled, whatever she did. If Lorna wanted her to sleep, she would be out.

She had to feel that. Just a little.

Thankfully, Lorna was a giving mistress.

Dizzy’s moan filled the room as the witch’s thighs encroached on her, swelling and crushing and squeezing her like a ripe melon. Her body went into a small fit, spasming beneath Lorna’s weight, dancing around like a live wire as steel pylons pressed against her ears and affected the blood flow. She could hear her heart pounding, beating with a steady staccato rhythm.

Divine. Simply divine. Through it all, she could hear the rumble of words through Lorna’s body, but her legs were too good at being earmuffs for Dizzy to pick it up. ”I…” Talking was difficult, but not impossible. She just had to work to get her jaw moving enough for it. ”…can’t hear... Mistress.”

[DeVir]

Lorna laughed well enough that her lower half shook, bringing Dizzy's head into the vibrations. She did know so well how to maneuver a pair of thighs and a gag. Her words were clear enough that the witch caught them all, and the touch of helplessness only added to the vibes. This girl had spunk, and Lorna dropped to ease the pressure. No freeing her ears, however; let her continue to stay clueless. "Oh I'm glad you can't hear this, but you are full of surprises."

Like a great beast shifting its prey in her clutches, Lorna slowly moved to adjust the position of the hold and freed Dizzy's ears in the process. But her thighs rubbed along each side of Dizzy's face as she moved, giving the girl more of the contact she desired. "I'm going to need you a little deeper for the effect I need, little one. You're not there yet. And gods, these bottoms are in the way." She let Dizzy slide down until she lay between her calves rather than her thighs, and Lorna sat up in this position, her ass once more hovering over the Italian's face. Dizzy hadn't mentioned a love for a striptease, but she imagined she wouldn't complain. Especially if she had a chance to help.

She unclasped the straps of her bottoms and let them dangle on her hips before pulling off each boot and letting them drop to the floor. The top would stay for now, but as for the bottoms... Lorna peered over her shoulder at Dizzy, whose hands she had naturally freed while she fiddled with her clothing. The witch's smirk could have toppled kingdoms, and she wriggled her rear. "Why don't you get these off of me, Dizzy? You're such good help."

She imagined the blue thong beneath would be a hit with the hungry girl.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy couldn't understand a word Lorna said, but she liked the way she said it. Even through her body, she could pick up the dulcet tones of her English brogue, a deep, husky rumble that echoed through her bones. Being as well-traveled as she was, the tiny Italian was a connoisseur of fine accents, and while this one wasn’t her favorite - Latin flavor was hard to beat - it was an easy second. It took her back to one of her earliest crushes, Ivy Valentine, and the mental picture of Lorna wearing one of her outfits set goosebumps up and down her skin.

She enjoyed the prison for a few more moments, mewling and moaning as Lorna adjusted, before the woman once again moved, shifting positions to bring her ass in full view, dangerously hovering over Dizzy’s face. At first, she thought the woman was going to go for another facesit - a little surprising, considering she had just been in one a minute ago, but she wouldn’t have uttered a single complaint. As it turned out, though, Lorna did have something more interesting in mind: a striptease. And while most would’ve been content to slide it off themselves simply, the witch was eager to let her victim join in. That’s what thralls were for, right?

”Yes, mistress.” With her hands freed, Dizzy raised her hands, reaching for Lorna’s bottoms, and…

…stopped. A mischievous smile grew across her lips, the best she could make with the rope, as a devilish idea wormed its way into her brain. Lorna had instructed her to remove her bottom, but she never said how she was to do it, did she?

Dizzy’s hands instead braced on the bed as she pushed up, opened her mouth, and snagged the hem of Lorna’s, nipping it tightly. She had done this a dozen times before, though notably never with a body quite this and never with rope in her mouth. Still, she was always up for a challenge, and she made the best of it, pulling the bottom down inch by inch, ‘accidentally’ running her teeth along the skin a few times, until her mistress’ glorious ass was fully exposed.

And yes, she was quite happy with what she saw. Blue was Lorna’s color. Popped with her skin.

[DeVir]

"Uh huh."

She was using her teeth. The more she learned of Dizzy's character, the more Lorna was starting to believe this girl could start a session service all her own. There was a market for smaller figures; she had met a few other session wrestlers with petite bodies who had plenty of business. Those thinner legs could wreak havoc on a neck or a waistline. And if Dizzy could find ways to impress even Lorna, the mistress in this situation, she could blow a client sky-high with her boldness and creativity.

"You are spellbound. And so giving for a silly little thrall." Naturally she had to add in that touch of superiority and degradation that made her entire act work, but she had to hide her visibly delighted reaction as the Italian tickled her rear with her lips and teeth until her peach was on full display save for the strip of material separating her from the entire revelation. That was on the table at this point since Dizzy had been a model client so far, but it would be saved for later. The story's finale, mayhap.

Since Dizzy couldn't have possibly made any further inroads with her mouth bound and their relative positions, Lorna helped her finish the job was her ass was exposed, unhooking the last of the clasps and tossing the bottoms aside. "Oh, and now I have to finish what I was working on with you. This time I might even let you taste and touch. Passionate contact only makes me stronger, dearie." With that assurance, she expertly slipped her hand to one of the ties securing the rope to Dizzy's face and made it slip so she could push it out with her tongue.

But that was temporary freedom, and Lorna pulled her head up to stuff it in her rear and figure-four her legs around Dizzy's head as the ending to this arc of their session. Pulling on her own foot, she squeezed the biggest squeeze of the session yet with every muscle in her legs and glutes working to crush Dizzy from all sides.