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Lesdom Lesson 5 | Vanilla
Mia finds her voice. It’s the voice of a pleasure dom.
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Mia’s band performed in a nearby town, so Avila had not seen her for three days when they met for dinner. They ordered Italian and sat at a small table across from each other.
The first fifteen minutes were appetizers and small talk. Mia twirled a strand of her brunette hair as she told Avila about the packed bar where her band had played. Avila talked about the complexity of developing a training plan for a client recovering from heart surgery.
But Avila was impatient, so when the small talk dwindled, she said bluntly, “We haven’t talked about Desi.”
“Don’t make me do that again.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“You said you would be disappointed if I used my safe word.”
Avila remembered saying that. “That was manipulative. I’m sorry.”
Mia nodded. “Desi screamed a lot.”
It was a question, but Avila wasn’t sure how to answer. Details might disturb Mia, or Mia might think Avila wanted the same thing from her. Avila took a deep breath. Of course, she did.
“Figging can be terrible,” she explained after a while. “Desi likes it rough.”
“So do you.”
Avila sensed criticism. “I never said otherwise.”
“Then what are you doing with me?”
“Rough isn’t all I like.”
“You’ll never be satisfied with vanilla.”
Avila smiled. “Honey, you’re not vanilla.”
“She’s a good sub. You wish I was like her.”
“Look, I’ve been loose with the language. Submission isn’t about what I do to you, but what you do for me. Desi bottomed. You…” She took another deep breath. “You’re not really a sub. That complicates things.” She decided to be honest. “For me.”
“So what is figging?” asked Mia.
Mia was controlling the discussion, and that irritated Avila. She took it out on her pasta as she explained, “When you insert peeled ginger into an anus, it burns. It burns even more when you tighten the muscles around it. And you always tighten when a cane strikes you.”
She swallowed a bite of food, and when she peered up, Mia’s brown eyes were wide. As often happened, Mia’s surprise grew thoughtful. Avila felt a fluttering in her gut as she watched Mia’s fluctuating expressions, knowing she was imagining. And maybe even considering.
“Well, the thing is,” began Mia. She looked away. “I want to learn knots.”
“Shibari is a whole thing.”
“Not roping. Restraint.”
Avila sat back, hand to her chin as she reflected on experiences she hadn’t thought of in a while. “There are many positions we can try. I have shack — ”
“No, I mean I want to tie you up.”
Avila had been riled by Mia’s erratic thoughts, but the suggestion of bottoming made her seethe. She leaned forward on the table and looked hard into Mia’s eager eyes. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not.”
“I’m just telling you what I feel.”
“And what I feel is no.”
“You’re so closed off. I know you’ve been tied up and caned and who knows what else, and you won’t talk about any of it.”
Mia slammed her fork down and left the restaurant. Avila realized her mouth was open. She looked around, making eye contact with a few strangers. She smiled and shrugged.
Most kinky young women started as submissives because they were young, and they were women, and it was a man’s world. Age gave a natural authority that fit well with a dominant’s role, but Avila believed the desire to control another was more innate than chosen.
It took decades before she understood any of that.
The one thing she still couldn’t accept was the gender divide. There were far more men who were sadistic doms, and far more women who wanted to serve them. To find a lesbian masochist who might also embrace submission was like winning the lottery. Avila wasn’t willing to let that go without a fight.
She sighed with bitter recollections before returning to the moment. She asked her server to box up the food to go.
The Lesson
Mia pulled the bight, tightening the rope around Avila’s left hand.
Avila yanked her hand and the knot remained snug. She was bound to a spindle of her headboard. She felt her heart race, but it wasn’t from arousal.
Mia picked up another rope and nodded at Avila’s other hand.
“No,” said Avila. “One hand.”
“Both.”
“We talked about this.”
“But you can untie it.”
“That’s the point.”
“That’s not fun.”
“Damnit, Mia. Non-consent isn’t fun.” Avila hoped Mia would never learn that lesson the hard way.
“You’re my sub tonight,” said Mia, crafting a steely expression. “Don’t lecture me.”
Avila bit her lip. A baby dom is still a dom, and she deserves respect. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I like ‘mistress’.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Mia’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. She began to unbutton Avila’s polo.
“What are you doing, mistress?”
“I’m undressing you.”
Avila sat patiently on the bed, telling herself she wasn’t uncomfortable.
As Mia pulled off the shirt and bra, she kissed Avila’s mouth. When she pulled down Avila’s leggings, she pressed kisses along Avila’s bare thigh. Avila made a fist to resist touching Mia’s head.
Before she walked into the bathroom, Mia told Avila to lay down and wait for her.
Mia spent a long time in the bathroom and when she emerged, she wore different clothes: black leggings, a tight black t-shirt, and black slip-ons. Her brunette hair was tied up in a bun. The leather harness was strapped over her leggings and the black dildo hung between her legs. She paused to lower the lights.
Avila sat up and scrutinized her. If she had not known Mia’s predilections so well, she might have mistaken her for a dom. A scary one. She wasn’t sure why she expected Mia to be naked, except that they had negotiated sex. Avila hadn’t imagined a dildo being part of that.
Mia reached the bedside. “I didn’t tell you to sit up.”
Avila lay back down, her bound hand resting above her head. Mia climbed onto the bed, straddling Avila’s waist. She squeezed Avila’s breasts and pulled at her pink nipples.
Every tug made Avila’s pussy tingle. Her hands ached to maul Mia’s body, to dig under her clothes and grasp her warm tits and dig into her pussy. All she could do was stare, trying to get Mia to look into her eyes.
“Look at m — ” Avila stopped herself as dark eyes peered at her from under a stern brow.
Mia squeezed and rolled Avila’s tits and dragged her blunt fingernails across her abdomen. She stopped to tickle Avila’s pussy hair. She shuffled higher on the bed until she was straddling Avila’s armpits. She took the dildo in one hand and told Avila to suck it.
Avila stared up at her as if she were crazy.
The stare chafed Mia. “Open your mouth.”
Avila slowly opened her mouth, and Mia leaned forward. The dim light left Mia’s face in shadow, but Avila could see the leer in her white smile. Mia’s arousal escalated as she slid the silicone head between Avila’s lips and pumped the dildo in and out.
Avila knew Mia could be insensitive and likely had no idea how angry she was. Mia had never needed to understand body language or interpret facial expressions because she had never needed to fear those who said they loved her.
Mia’s dildo domination was clearly arousing her, and observing her pleasure kept Avila from getting too angry. Until Mia spoke.
“You’re good at sucking cock.”
Avila forced the dildo out and grasped Mia’s thigh firmly.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” said Mia with a quiver in her voice.
“I don’t like humiliation, mistress.”
Mia regained her firm voice. “Is that a safe word I hear?”
Avila had never stopped a scene. It was an immature point of pride she would have chastised in anyone else. “No, mistress.”
“Then suck my cock.”
Holding Mia’s gaze, Avila opened her mouth. Mia’s momentary challenge evaporated as she began to thrust joyfully. When drool covered Avila’s chin and dampened the pale blue sheets on either side, Mia withdrew the dildo and asked, “Are you wet?”
“No, mistress,” replied Avila pointedly.
“God, I am. Do you want to see?”
Mia stripped off the harness and her leggings. She crawled above Avila, who wrapped her free arm around Mia’s thigh and dragged her sloppy pussy down onto her face.
Mia wrestled herself free and told Avila not to touch her. Instead, she shuffled backward above Avila on all fours. “You won’t touch me, but you’ll touch yourself.” Mia licked her lips. “You’ll look into my eyes the whole time.”
“I don’t understand, mistress.”
“You will. First, I want you to touch your cheek.” She waited as Avila placed her hand on her cheek. “Brush your cheek with your fingertips and let your fingers travel down your neck.” Mia’s breathing was quick and shallow, and her nostrils flared. “Draw one finger across your breast to your nipple.”
Avila didn’t like where this game was going, but she was intrigued by this new Mia. She dragged her finger across her nipple.
“Lightly circle and pinch it. Pull until it’s hard. I love your nipples when they’re hard.” Mia twisted Avila’s other nipple. “They’re almost red. Sometimes I wonder how you masturbate. You have so many toys, but I imagine your hand. Your hands are so strong. Now move your fingers down your abdomen. Slowly.”
Mia sat back on her thighs. Her swollen pink clit peeked out from the black hair curling around her labia. It glistened. Avila was captivated by the beautiful contrast of brown and white skin, of black and blonde hair. Their pussies almost touched.
Mia lifted Avila’s face with a finger to her chin. It was a supremely dominant move, another surprise for Avila.
“Look at me,” said Mia. “I want to see the desire in your eyes. You think you hide it, but you don’t. You’re angry, but that means lust is there, too. That’s just you. Now, reach down to your pussy. Don’t go inside. Not yet.”
Mia glanced down at Avila’s hand. Her smile was faint. Her eyes were wide. She was panting excitedly.
“Don’t you love how soft it is?” she said, her voice tight. “And when you part the lips, you find the surprise. All that wet. Slide one finger inside. Circle it. Stir your fingers, dig them in, feel how soft you are. Now show me how wet you are.”
She gestured at Avila’s hand, but Avila was transfixed. Mia took Avila’s hand and placed the sticky fingers against her nose. When she breathed in, her eyes grew lazy with arousal. “You smell so good.”
She released Avila’s hand, saying, “Rub your clit. I want to watch you orgasm.”
Avila returned her hand to her pussy. Mia coaxed her to speed up, and then she began to masturbate, too.
Avila was breathing roughly as she stared at Mia’s pussy and her lovely hand fiddling with it. Mia startled Avila when she shoved a finger from her other into Avila’s mouth.
As Avila sucked, Mia’s eyes softened and drifted and closed. She gasped every time Avila dragged her teeth across her fingertips. Her panting escalated. Avila had had enough. She untied her wrist, overpowered Mia, and sunk her face into her pussy.
Mia wasn’t happy. At first. She pushed at Avila’s head a few times before she finally grasped the blonde hair with both hands and spread wider.
“Oh yes,” she continued. She spoke more halting, erotic thoughts aloud. “I love it…when you suck my…pussy.”
Avila’s licked every slick slice of delicate skin and then sucked Mia’s labia and clit.
“Yes…suck my clit. It feels so…so good.”
From Mia’s drenched pussy, Avila drew a finger of translucent cream and stirred it into Mia’s ass. When she pushed her finger in, Mia gasped and tightened. Avila leaned away to enjoy watching her finger plunge into the snug hole.
“Oh yes.” Mia whimpered and grew weak. “Fuck me.” Her arms fell to the bed.
Her easy abandonment aroused Avila. Taking back control was more of a turn on than always having it, and the new kind of exchange had her worked up. Mia’s erotic talking, even more.
She smashed her nose into the pile of black hair. She had Mia’s clit between her firm lips and wiggled her finger in Mia’s ass. She sucked rhythmically until Mia squeezed her legs around Avila’s head and convulsed, shouting, “Yes, fuck me. Oh fuck, yes, yes.”
After Mia had relaxed, Avila rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. Her body was on fire, her mind even more. The things Mia made her feel were always unexpected.
After a time, Mia said, “I’m a bad dom.”
“There’s no shame in being a hedonist, mistress.”
“Is that sarcasm?”
Avila rolled onto her side and stroked Mia’s sweaty cheek. “You can’t say no to pleasure. I find that very appealing.”
“You’re a brat.”
Avila propped herself on one elbow. “Don’t call me that, mistress.”
“Cocks and brats. What else do you hate?”
“Not your pussy, mistress.” Avila nuzzled Mia’s neck and reached between Mia’s legs.
Mia intercepted her hand. “Well, if you don’t get better at this, you won’t be touching my pussy.”
Avila was amused, but she realized Mia wasn’t. “I’ve often thought there was something in you waiting to surface. Have you ever heard of a ‘pleasure dom’?”
Mia’s expression brightened.
Aftercare
They were cuddling in Avila’s bed after finally wearing each other out. Mia wanted to know more about the idea of a “pleasure dom.”
“BDSM is about power exchange,” said Avila. “Roles are just guides, a place to start.”
“Roles and rules. Are all the rules because of all the damage?”
“We’re all damaged, not just in kink. Most people seem to find what they need in vanilla relationships. Some of us need more structure, more rules. BDSM is all about structure. And creating pleasure from pain.”
“What about us?”
“What do you mean?”
“Can we have a vanilla relationship?”
“Is that what you want?”
Mia shrugged, but then she looked into Avila’s eyes. “I think I love you.”
Avila’s eyes widened, and then she rolled to her back again.
Mia rested her head on Avila’s shoulder. “Maybe you can hit Desi and just love me.”
Avila squeezed Mia’s hand. “I’m not sure I can make that work.”
“Because you like to hurt me.”
Avila clenched with arousal.
“We can do both. What would vanilla mean? Maybe you’ll finally come to one of my gigs?”
“I’ve been to one.”
“Okay, maybe let other people know you’re there,” said Mia emphatically. “If other people know we’re together, are we vanilla? Or maybe I can just move in with you.”
A long silence followed.
“You’re so brave, Mia. Have I told you that?” Avila slipped her arm around Mia, who snuggled closer. “I’m polyamorous. We’ve talked about that.”
“Desi doesn’t bother me.” More silence. “In fact, it was hot watching you.”
“You were upset.”
“Not by you. I don’t like hurting people. Watching was okay. Is that weird? I mean, yeah.” Mia made a sound of surprise. “I’m turned on just thinking about it.”
Avila pushed Mia onto her back, saying, “Would you like some help with that?”
“I thought you were tired.”
“And I thought you were just my newest project.”
“I don’t understand.”
Avila stroked Mia’s cheek. “I love you, too.”
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