EROTIC FICTION | BDSM | AGE GAP | LESBIAN | SERIES
Lesdom Lesson 4 | Threesome
Mia has limits. Avila doesn’t.
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“The cane’s here if you need motivation.” Avila dragged the tip of the thin yellow rattan across Mia’s collarbone and set it on the bed.
Mia wore a silk basque that tightened around her ribs and held her small breasts in embroidered cups. The white basque was longer than the corsets she usually wore, draping over the rise of her hips.
Avila was sitting back on her heels between Mia’s legs. The pillow of black hair that curled around Mia’s pussy and peeked out from under the white lace agitated Avila. Every time she glanced down, she felt deeply hungry.
The black silicone dildo extending from Avila’s harness into Mia’s snug hole intensified the craving. When Avila shifted onto her knees and offered a small thrust, Mia gasped.
Mia curled her legs around Avila’s waist. Her arms stretched above her head, wrists bound together by cerulean hemp, and tethered to a blue spindle in the headboard. Messy brunette strands stuck to the sweat on her forehead.
“Why do you keep stopping, ma’am?” she asked.
“Tonight’s lesson is that sadism comes in many exciting forms.”
“I saw all of them at the demo, ma’am.”
“Ha!” Avila offered no apologies for being a caning snob. “Floggers, paddles, whips. What’s exciting about those?”
She leaned forward on her fists, sinking into the pale blue sheets bunched on either side of Mia. Blonde hair clung to her sweaty temples. She drew her hips back, sliding the dildo out and then slowly back in until her hips pressed fully against Mia.
The dildo was as deep as it would go into Mia.
Mia groaned “yes” and closed her eyes. She tightened her legs around Avila and raised her hips, desperate for movement, but Avila sat back on her heels again. Only the head of the dildo remained inside Mia.
“Why do you keep stopping?” complained Mia.
“Why do you keep stopping what?”
“Ma’am!”
“Do you think that attitude is going to get you what you want?”
“I just want you to fuck me,” whined Mia, closing her eyes. “I haven’t had an orgasm in a week.”
Avila laughed. “You masturbated in the shower this morning.”
“That doesn’t count.” Mia opened one eye. Her laugh became a whine again. “Please fuck me, ma’am. Please. Do you want me to beg?”
Avila’s heart raced. What was it about Mia that could so startle her with desire? And ideas. “Maybe we can revisit having a third.”
“You’re negotiating inviting another woman into bed while you’re fucking me?”
“You’re negotiating inviting another woman into bed while you’re fucking me what?”
“Ma’am!”
Avila picked up the cane and set the tip on Mia’s chin. “Remember how you hate having your breasts caned.”
Mia flinched, but Avila set the cane down and molested Mia’s tits with her rough hands instead. She pushed down the white satin and freed Mia’s brown nipples. She squeezed and pulled on each nipple until it was stiff.
“Let me suck your tits,” said Mia as she squirmed under Avila’s rough treatment.
“No.”
“Sit on my face.”
“No.”
Avila hovered over Mia, her own pink nipples just out of reach of the anxious young lips. She slid the dildo deep into Mia’s soaking pussy. When she drew back, the shaft glistened and the head had trapped a glob of cream around the rim.
When Avila switched on a small cylinder vibrator, Mia spread her legs with anticipation.
“Desi isn’t for me.” Avila slid the vibrator around Mia’s wet labia. “She’ll be here for you.”
Mia’s eyes closed, and her hips gyrated against the vibrator. “All I need is this.”
Avila set the vibrator below Mia’s clitoris and took Mia’s ankles in her hands. She lifted her legs high and wide and started thrusting, thrilled by fucking a helpless Mia.
The vibrator shifted and slid between their bodies.
“I can’t come this way.”
Mia’s frustration stoked Avila’s lust even more. “I told you this was a lesson.”
“I don’t want a lesson. I want an orgasm.”
“I want an orgasm what?”
“Ma’am!” Mia yanked on the rope and shook her head angrily. “Just fuck me! Ma’am, ma’am, ma’am!”
Avila realized, not for the first time, that Mia was a force of nature and would probably always be beyond her ability to control. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try.
She dropped Mia’s ankles, bent over, and kissed her angry mouth. She wiped sweat from Mia’s forehead before it ran into her eyes and then reached up and released the knot binding her wrists.
Mia rubbed her wrists and watched Avila with worry. After a moment, Avila stripped off the harness and dropped the dildo to the floor.
“I’m sorry,” said Mia, leaving the bed. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I shouldn’t have — ”
Avila touched a finger to Mia’s lips. With another finger, she beckoned her. Mia licked her lips nervously and followed.
Avila stopped beside the bedroom door and shoved Mia’s back against the wall. She drove Mia to her knees and pressed her pussy into Mia’s face.
“Eat me,” she commanded.
Mia curled her arms around Avila’s strong thighs and pressed her hot mouth into the blonde pussy. Weak with desire, Avila balanced by bracing her head and one arm against the wall.
“That’s my girl,” she said, closing her eyes. “You’re such a good girl.” As pleasure overwhelmed her, she muttered more encouragements. “Your mouth feels so good.” Her other hand guided Mia’s head, coaxing her mouth to the right places as she humped her face. “That’s good. Finger me.”
Mia screwed two fingers into Avila’s pussy. When she curled them forward into the pliant flesh, Avila groaned and tilted Mia’s head back so she could see into her eyes.
“I love seeing your face between my legs,” said Avila. “Be a good girl. Keep looking at me. Just use your fingers and look at me.”
Mia stared up into her eyes as she finger fucked her. Sweat dripped from Avila’s forehead, mingling with the sticky smear from her pussy that covered Mia’s face. Avila began to rub her own clit.
Mia’s fingers stroked the right places and her eyes never drifted. Avila stared down, unreasonably aroused by her obedient girl. Unreasonable, she thought. It was unreasonable how Mia could ignite lust in her like a lightning strike.
She focused on the frenzy in her pussy as she masturbated, and Mia’s fingers stabbed her over-and-over. The juicy plunge of fingers raked her inner wall as they pulled away, leaving her hole feeling ravaged.
“Faster,” she commanded again, breathless. “Goddamn, you are so good.”
Obscene and vicious images filled her mind as Mia brought her to orgasm and left her shaking.
The Lesson
“Desi is a cum slut,” said Avila, aware that her language made Mia uncomfortable.
Avila had never used degrading language with Mia, who responded well to praise. But Avila could provide whatever a partner desired, and she knew Desi well.
The three women stood in Avila’s living room. They had met for dinner and discussions several times. They negotiated a scene meant to give Mia new experiences and provide Desi the kind of satisfaction only an unrelenting cane could.
Avila had switched the lighting from natural white to the dim blue she preferred. With three people, communication would be even more important than usual, so she kept the volume low. She was dressed for an evening of caning, wearing her black leather skirt and boxy tunic. Her blonde hair was pinned into a bun.
She had her spanking glove, but Desi wouldn’t need a warmup.
Desi was a lean, hungry-looking woman in her thirties with a sleeve tattoo and tattoos of a Bible verse and a dragon on her neck and back. Most of her long hair was dyed pink. She laughed easily and could hold a stare as well as Avila, but she was a disciplined submissive.
Avila wistfully imagined that Desi’s example might influence Mia, but the whole night was an acknowledgement that Mia would likely never be a good sub.
Desi asked, “Where do you want me, ma’am?”
“Let me tie you,” replied Avila. She looked at Mia and said, “Get the cane you were practicing with. And bring my dragon.”
While Mia went to the cupboard in the bathroom, Desi disrobed. Avila hadn’t seen her naked in a long time. “Still beautiful,” she said.
Desi’s fair skin was incredibly smooth, and Avila felt her ink was like defacing a beautiful structure. Desi didn’t like to be touched during a scene, so Avila could only imagine how soft she might be. “And wasting it all on cock.”
Desi smiled. “I’d suck yours all night, ma’am.”
“When did you become a brat?” Avila had Desi stand beneath the hardpoint by her couch. “You’re a cum whore, and I’m going to make you regret it.”
“I never regret anything with you, ma’am.”
“Obsequious doesn’t suit you.”
“That’s how you always prefer me, ma’am.”
Avila shoved the footstool away from the couch. The black leather cube slid across the wood floor to a stop near the wall. “I was going to set up the bench, but for that, you’re going to stand.”
She pulled the rope binding Desi’s wrists through the metal hardpoint in the ceiling. She paused. “Should I fig you, too?”
Desi’s green eyes brightened, but Mia arrived, asking, “No bench?”
“We’re going to see how long Desi can keep her feet.” Avila tied the rope to the anchor in the floor near the couch.
Avila took the dragon cane from Mia and let it roll between her hands. She hadn’t used such a magnificent beast in almost two years. Fifteen millimeters of both thick and whippy. At ninety centimeters long, it could travel with a speed delivering pain few could endure.
She turned to Mia. “This will be like the demo. You’ll observe and then try.”
Avila took a few minutes to focus on Desi and try to forget Mia was watching. She didn’t like to perform. It wasn’t about insecurity. It was about control. It wasn’t what she looked like but what she could do that made her who she was.
She was excited and nervous and angry, but she knew the moment her cane met skin, her turbulent inner world would come astonishingly into focus.
Nevertheless, she set her cane down.
She dangled the spanking glove in front of Desi. “A few spanks and you’ll suck anything nearby. I’ve seen you do it.”
“Please use the dragon cane, ma’am.”
“Why should I waste my time on a cum slut?” She slapped Desi’s face with the glove.
“Because I’ll scream for you, ma’am.”
Avila had started a demeaning reply but swallowed hard instead. “Yes, you will.” She slapped Desi again. “Do you need a warmup?”
“Of course not, ma’am.”
“Are you sure? I can tell your ass hasn’t been touched in months.” Avila picked up the dragon cane. Without warning, Avila laid a solid blow on the fullness of Desi’s cheeks.
Desi cried out.
Avila left her with the alarming pain for a few minutes before it spread into a warm glow. Then she delivered another blow, leaving the cane against the skin this time. The delicious vibration traveled from Avila’s hand to her shoulder and the groan that stuck in Desi’s throat made Avila tingle.
Avila grasped Desi’s hair and pulled her head backward. She hissed into her ear, “Did you forget how to count?”
“That’s two, Ma’am.”
“If all you’re going to give me is a little whining, you’re not worth my time.” Avila paced as she stared at Desi’s ass. The strikes had left white stripes. The red swell of broken capillaries — which the blue light darkened — was licking at the edges. Under a blue light, red-lashed skin appeared green-black bruised.
“I can give you whatever you want, ma’am.”
“I want screams. If you can manage that, I’ll ruin this cane on your ass.”
“Yes, please, ma’am. Yes.” Desi wouldn’t be satisfied until she was bleeding.
Avila laid down three blows, taking time to aim with each. Each strike came with more effort as Avila’s intensity rose with Desi’s screams.
Desi was a good sub. So obedient, so willing, so open to whatever Avila wanted. The trust stirred Avila deeply. She had passed through giddy and felt fierce, as if every muscle in her body were coiled with power.
Her pacing brought Mia into view. She was sitting quietly on the couch staring back at her. When Avila tried to hand her the dragon cane, Mia gazed from under worried eyebrows. “Are you — ”
Avila took a breath and shook her head. She withdrew the cane. “Uh…remember how to stand. And pause. And aim. And…uh…check with Desi.”
Mia nodded and raised her own smaller cane as she turned from Avila to Desi.
Avila moved away, disappearing from Mia’s peripheral vision. She watched as Mia used a full arm but broke her swing at the wrist just as she struck. The rattan hit a little low, lashing Desi’s upper thighs, and wrapping around. The tip left a nasty sting on Desi’s hip, and she yelped.
Avila covered her smile with her hand.
Mia looked into Desi’s face. Avila didn’t hear what was said. Mia stepped back and whipped again in nearly the same spot.
Avila’s smile broadened. When Mia struck yet a third time in the same location, Avila dropped her hand, ready to intervene, but she stopped when Desi whined.
Avila tried to puzzle out what was happening as she watched Mia throw two more wraps from the opposite side. Mia spoke with Desi once more before coming to Avila.
She was wild-eyed, the way she got when she was scared. She said, “Red.”
Avila nodded.
“Are you disappointed?” asked Mia.
“Not at all,” said Avila, caressing Mia’s cheek.
Mia pressed Avila’s hand with her own and then went into the bedroom and closed the door.
Avila wanted to follow, but she needed to finish Desi. “Are you ready?” she asked as she lifted Desi’s chin.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Over the next fifteen minutes, Avila delivered an avalanche of pain.
Desi kept count, and by seven, Avila had broken skin in two bloody patches across both cheeks, staining her cane. A blood-stained rattan cane couldn’t be cleaned, so she would never use it on someone else.
Desi’s thighs were quivering but her breathing was measured. She managed to keep counting with prompting, and she no longer screamed. Instead, her eyes were glossy, and each strike forced a grunt and dreamy smile.
The slap of cane on wet skin, the smear of blood, the musky scents of sweat and arousal took Avila from focused to fevered. She kept wiping sweat from her face.
After the ninth strike, a moment of lucidity reminded her why she and Desi had ceased playing together.
She released Desi from the hardpoint. She helped her lay prone on the couch. As she tended to the wounds, she struggled with feelings that flowed from arousal to rage. For a moment, she felt like crying.
They had never had sex, and it had taken several sessions before Desi even let Avila touch her. Desi was the purest masochist Avila had ever known. She was all about the pain. She was perfect.
After she had used a lot of gauze pads, Avila applied ointment and taped bandages where the skin oozed. She stripped off the latex gloves she had been using.
“You’re getting blood on my couch,” she said lightly. Her tension was easing.
“You Scotchguard everything, ma’am.”
Avila was exhausted, more emotionally than physically. Mia was still in the bedroom, so disturbed she had used her safe word for the first time. Avila didn’t spend much time contemplating it because Desi rolled over and asked for sex.
Avila was speechless.
“Things change, ma’am,” said Desi.
“I’m tired of things changing.”
“That’s because you’re old, ma’am.”
Anger heated Avila’s neck. “You’ll regret that.”
Desi smiled, her green eyes once again growing dreamy. “Figging then, ma’am?”
