The knock came at noon. Three sharp raps that made Beth's coffee mug pause halfway to her lips. She wasn't expecting anyone. The kids were still at Toby's. Her scheduled session with Karen wasn't until seven.

She padded to the door in bare feet. Through the peephole, Karen stood on the porch. Immaculate in fitted jeans and a light blouse. Her expression unreadable. Beth's stomach flipped. She opened the door, aware suddenly of her unwashed hair, the coffee stain on her shirt.

Beth opened the door. "Hi?" The word came out like a question.

"Follow me." Karen stepped inside without invitation. Her presence filled the entryway. Made the space smaller. More charged.

Beth closed the door. Followed Karen into the living room. Watched her settle onto the couch. Back straight. Knees together. Hands folded. The posture of someone who expected to be obeyed.

Beth followed. Perched on the edge of the armchair while Karen took the couch. The marks from last night throbbed under her clothes. Every shift of fabric reminded her. The welts on her ass. The tender spots where the crop had struck. The deep ache in muscles she'd forgotten existed.

Karen leaned back. Crossed her legs. "Show me."

"What?"

"The marks. I want to see them."

Beth's face burned. "Here? Now?"

"Strip. Everything. Stand. Hands behind your neck."

The command landed like a physical blow. Beth's body responded before her mind caught up. She stood. Fingers fumbling with buttons. The shirt fell. Then the bra. She pushed her jeans down, stepped out of them. Her underwear followed. The cool air felt good across her skin.

She positioned herself as instructed. Arms up, hands clasped behind her neck. The pose lifted her breasts, exposed everything. Karen's eyes traveled over her slowly. Taking inventory.

"Turn around. Slowly."

Beth rotated. Felt Karen's gaze like fingers tracing each welt, each bruise. When she faced forward again, Karen had moved closer.

"Don't move."

Karen's hand touched the first mark. A diagonal stripe across Beth's left breast. Her finger traced its length. Beth's nipple hardened immediately. Karen noticed. Pinched it between thumb and forefinger. Twisted slightly. Then harder.

Beth gasped but held position.

"This one's from the crop." Karen's voice was soft. "Ryan's work. He has good aim."

Her hand moved to Beth's right breast. Found another mark. Pressed into it. The bruise sang with fresh pain. Beth's breath caught.

"How did this feel last night?"

"It hurt."

"That's not what I asked." Karen's fingers found Beth's nipple. Rolled it. "How did it feel?" Her fingers flicking it to hardness.

Beth searched for words. "Like electricity. Like being plugged into something."

Karen's hand drifted lower. Over ribs. Across stomach. Between Beth's legs. Her fingers slipped through wetness already starting.

"You're soaked."

Beth's hips pushed forward involuntarily. Karen's other hand gripped her hip. Held her still.

"I asked you a question. About the playroom."

"I..." Beth's voice broke as Karen's finger circled her clit. "I needed it."

"Needed what?"

Karen's finger slipped inside. Shallow. Teasing. Beth's legs trembled.

"Everything. The restraints. Being held. Unable to move."

"What else?"

A second finger joined the first. Deeper now. Beth fought to keep her arms in position.

"The edging. Being brought close. Denied. Over and over. Controlled by...you."

Karen's thumb found her clit. Pressed. Circled. "Continue."

"The... the anal." Beth's voice dropped. "When Ryan..."

"When Ryan what?"

"Fucked my ass." The words tumbled out. "I'd never. It was so much. Too much. But.” she paused, searching. “I needed too much." Softer. Quieter.

Karen withdrew her fingers. Beth whimpered at the loss. Karen moved behind her. One hand spread Beth's ass cheeks. A wet finger traced her asshole. Still tender. Swollen.

"And this?"

"Ah, yessssss."

"Yes what?"

"There, too." Beth whispered, “Whatever you want.”

Karen's finger pressed against the tight ring. Not entering. Just pressure. Beth's whole body clenched.

"Over my lap."

Beth moved immediately. Draped herself across Karen's thighs. Her ass elevated. Exposed.

"Spread yourself."

Beth reached back. Pulled her cheeks apart. The position was obscene. Humiliating. Her pussy dripped onto Karen's jeans. Little tremors across her cheeks. Waiting. Wanting.

Karen's finger circled her asshole. Pressed slightly. Released. Again. Each time going slightly deeper. Never fully penetrating. Beth's breath came in short gasps.

"Tell me about after. When you got home."

"I...couldn't sleep."

"Why?"

Karen's finger pressed harder. The tip slipped inside. Beth moaned.

"I kept thinking about it. Replaying it."

"What specifically?"

"Being dominated. Told what to do. Not thinking."

The finger pushed deeper. Beth's hips rose to meet it.

"You liked giving up control."

"Yes." Soft. Shy

"You needed it."

"Yes. God, yes." Embarrassed. Relieved.

Karen withdrew her finger. Pulled Beth up. Arranged her. Straddling her thighs. Beth's face was red. Tears at the corners of her eyes.

Karen's hands moved over Beth's body. Gentle now. Soothing.

Beth's head dropped to Karen's shoulder. Whispered. "When I fell asleep, I dreamed about it."

Karen shifted Beth on her lap. Adjusted her position so Beth straddled her properly. Skin against denim. Wet pussy leaving marks on Karen's jeans.

"Tell me the dream. All of it. Start from the beginning."

Beth closed her eyes. “I was back in your basement. But different. Darker. Just candles."

Karen's hand moved to Beth's lower back. Traced circles. "What position?"

"Suspended. Like last night. But more rope. Around my chest. My thighs. I couldn't move anything. It felt...safe. So safe. Even my head was held in place."

"By what?"

"A collar. Attached to chains above." Beth's voice grew steadier as she spoke. The fantasy taking shape. "You were circling me. Fully dressed. I was naked. Helpless."

Karen's other hand found Beth's breast. Thumb brushing the nipple." Beth's voice was muffled against Karen's neck.

"And?"

"You were doing whatever you wanted. Using me. I was..." Beth paused.

"What?"

"Totally exposed. Dripping. Desperate."

Karen pinched the nipple. Gentle but firm. Beth gasped. Her hand moved to Beth's other breast. Kneaded it gently. "What did I do?"

"Everything. The flogger. The crop. Your hands. Your mouth." Beth pulled back. Met Karen's eyes. "You sat on my face. Made me lick you while you whipped me. While you used toys on me."

"Where?"

Beth's face burned brighter. "Everywhere. My pussy. My ass. You had this dildo. Bigger than Ryan. You fucked me with it while I ate you out."

Karen's finger circled Beth's asshole. Light pressure. "How did that make you feel in the dream?"

"Scared. But also..." Beth searched for words. "Eager. Wanting it."

"You wanted me to fuck your ass."

"Yes."

"While you were helpless."

"Because I was helpless." Beth's voice dropped. "I couldn't stop you. Somehow…that made it okay to want it."

Karen pressed her finger against Beth's asshole. Slightly inside. Beth moaned. Rotated against her finger. Karen's finger pushed deeper. Real now. Not dream.

Beth cried out. Her pussy clenching.

"I love anal." Karen's voice was conversational. Like discussing weather. "Ryan knows exactly how to work me. Sometimes he fucks my pussy while I have a plug in. The fullness is incredible."

"You do?"

"Often. Last week he bent me over the kitchen counter. Worked a plug into my ass while fucking me. I came so hard I nearly passed out."

Beth stared at her. Processing this information.

"It's not shameful. It's pleasure. Another way to feel good." Karen withdrew her finger. Beth whimpered at the loss. "Did you come in the dream?"

"No. You wouldn't let me. Just like real life. You kept me on the edge the whole time."

Karen studied her face. "What else?"

Beth's face flushed deeper. “You moved in front. Lifted my head."

"And?"

"Sat on my face."

The words hung between them. Beth's whole body tense.

"You liked that part best."

Beth nodded. Small movement.

"Tell me why."

"I don't know."

"Yes you do." Karen's grip tightened on Beth's hips. "Tell me."

Beth leaned forward. Mouth near Karen's ear. Whispered. "Because I could make you feel good. I could please you with my mouth."

"Say it again. Look at me."

Beth pulled back. Met Karen's eyes. Hers were wet. "I loved feeling your pussy grinding on my face. Using my mouth. Making you come while I was helpless."

"More."

"I loved that you forced me." Beth's voice stronger now. "Sat on me. Used me. I didn't want it to end. The smell of you. I wanted to keep licking you. Tasting you. Making you come over and over."

Karen studied her face. Then leaned forward. Kissed her deep. Tongue invading. Claiming. Beth moaned into her mouth. When they separated, Beth was crying. Not sad tears. Overwhelmed tears. Release tears.

"You're perfect." Karen wiped Beth's cheeks with her thumbs. "Such a good girl for telling me everything."

Beth collapsed against her. Face in Karen's neck. Body shaking slightly. Karen held her. Stroked her back. Let her settle.

After awhile, Karen said softly, “A week ago, I knew you needed structure and discipline.” She paused, brushing her fingers across Beth’s cheeks. “I didn’t know how deep your need for submission was.” She kissed her, tongue tracing her lips. “And how beautiful. Toby didn’t know the gift you were offering. I do.”

Something settled. Deep. A large weight lifted. Beth smiled through the tears.

Karen whispered, “You’re ready for more.”

Her hand reached into her bag. Black silicone caught the afternoon light. Beth hadn't seen it before. Looked intimidating. Tapered tip. Widening to a bulb. Then narrowing to a neck before the flared base. Maybe three inches insertable. To Beth's inexperienced eyes, it looked massive.

"This is a training plug." Karen held it up. Turned it so Beth could see from all angles. "Smaller size. Good for extended wear."

"Extended?"

"You'll wear it until I return tonight."

Beth's mouth opened. Closed. "All afternoon?"

"All afternoon." Karen set the plug on the coffee table. Retrieved a bottle of lubricant from her bag. Clear gel. "This will help."

She picked up the plug again. Squeezed lubricant onto the tip. The bottle made obscene wet sounds. Karen spread the lube with her fingers. Coating every surface. Taking her time. Beth watched, transfixed. Her asshole clenched with each movement of Karen's hands. Anticipating.

"The key is patience." Karen added more lube. "Never rush it. Muscles need time to relax. Accept."

"I don't know if I can,"

"You can." Karen's voice brooked no argument. "You will. For me. Over my lap."

Beth moved without thinking. Body responding to the command. She positioned herself across Karen's thighs. Ass elevated. The position becoming familiar. Comforting. Exposing.

“Spread your cheeks.” Beth obeyed. Trembling a little. Forced to help.

Karen brought the plug to her asshole. The tip touched. Cold. Slick. Beth tensed immediately.

"Breathe." Karen's voice calm. "Deep breath in. Now out. Push back slightly as you exhale."

Beth tried. The tip pressed harder. Began to penetrate. The stretch was immediate. Burning.

"Good. Another breath."

The plug pushed deeper. Wider now. Beth's fingers grabbed her cheeks pulling wider. Knuckles white.

"It's… too much."

"Good. That's how you stretch. You're doing perfectly." Karen pulled the plug back slightly. Then forward again. Working it in small increments. "Your body knows what to do."

The widest part reached Beth's entrance. Karen held it there. Let the muscle stretch around it. The burn intensified. Beth whimpered.

"This is the hardest part. Once past this, it sits comfortably."

She worked the plug back and forth. Never quite letting the widest part through. Each time bringing Beth's asshole to maximum stretch. Then easing back. The deliberate teasing made Beth's pussy drip. She felt wetness on her thighs.

"Please." Beth didn't know what she was begging for. To stop. To continue. To get past this unbearable stretching. Make it last longer. All at once.

"Please what?"

"I need... I don't know. Just please…more."

Karen pressed harder. The widest part pushed through. Beth cried out. Her asshole clamped around the narrow neck. The base nestled against her.

"There." Karen tapped the base. The vibration traveled deep. "Perfect fit."

Beth panted. The fullness was intense. Constant. Every breath shifted it slightly.

"Sit up."

Beth pushed herself up. The movement made the plug shift. Press against internal walls. She gasped.

"Stand."

Standing was worse. Better. The plug seemed to sink deeper. Beth's legs shook.

Karen stood too. Straightened Beth's shirt. Pulled her underwear back up. Then her jeans. Each movement of fabric made the plug move. Beth bit her lip. Felt a trembling begin at the plug's deepest point.

"You'll wear this until seven. When I return for our session."

"Seven? I don't think I can,"

"You can. You will. For me." Karen's hand cupped Beth's face. "The fullness will become background. Your body will adjust. But you'll stay aware of it. Aware of why you're wearing it. Who put it in."

Beth nodded. The plug shifted with the movement. “You.”

"What will you do this afternoon?"

"My tasks. Cleaning. Job applications. Groceries."

"Good. Each movement will remind you. Each step. Each bend. You'll think of me."

"Yes."

"You'll think of tonight."

"Yes."

"Your pussy will stay wet."

Beth flushed. It already was. "Yes."

Karen kissed her. Brief. Possessive. "Seven o'clock. Don't touch yourself. Don't remove the plug."

She gathered her bag. Moved to the door. Beth followed. Walking carefully. Each step deliberate. The plug impossible to ignore.

At the door, Karen turned. "How does it feel?"

"Full. Strange. Like I need..."

"Need?"

Beth's face burned. "You. I need you make me do it right." Calm. Clear.

"Good. Let that need build. Tonight..."

The door closed. Beth stood in her entryway. Alone. The plug a constant presence. She took an experimental step. Then another. The fullness shifted. Pressed against places that made her pussy clench.

She walked to the kitchen. Each movement deliberate. Careful. The plug stayed seated. But she felt it. God, she felt it with every breath.

She tried to sit at her computer. The pressure increased. The plug pressed deeper. She shifted. Tried to find a comfortable position. There wasn't one. Every angle reminded her. Made her aware.

She stood. Paced. The movement helped slightly. But also made the plug move in ways that sent shivers through her. Her pussy throbbed. Empty while her ass was full. The contrast maddening. Perfect.

She looked at the clock. 12:47. Over six hours until Karen returned.

Six hours of this fullness. Reminder. Building need.

Her pussy clenched. Released. Clenched again. Already she was soaked. Desperate.

She moved to the couch. Tried to focus on her laptop. Job listings blurred together. Every shift made the plug announce itself. Made her think of Karen's hands. Karen's commands. Karen's promise for tonight.

The afternoon stretched ahead. Endless. Full of delicious torment. Beth had never been more aware of her body. Never more aroused. Never more desperate for seven o'clock to arrive.

Seven o'clock exactly. The doorknob turned. Karen had kept her key.

Beth was kneeling on the living room floor. Facing the door. She'd been waiting there for the last thirty minutes. She wanted Karen to see. Everything. Her trembling. The soaked crotch of her jeans. Her submission. Nothing else mattered. Six hours of constant arousal had left her shaking.

Karen entered with purpose. Gym bag over her shoulder. She set it down. Studied Beth. Took in the flushed face. The careful posture. The way Beth's eyes pleaded. Her hand stroked Beth's hair pulling her face against her.

"You look beautiful. Totally submissive. Good girl."

Beth smiled. Warmth spread throughout.

"How was your afternoon?"

"Long." Beth's voice cracked. "Very long."

"Did you complete your tasks?"

"Yes. All of them."

"Good. Stand." Karen helped her up. Beth moving very carefully. Every movement rippled from the plug outward.

Karen circled her slowly. Examining. "You're standing differently."

"The plug. It's... I'm very aware of it."

"As intended." Karen completed her circle. Stood behind Beth. "Your whole body language has changed. More conscious. More present."

Beth nodded. Every movement made the plug shift. She clenched her cheeks to feel it more. Small pelvic tilts. Tight hip circles. Moaning. Eyes closed.

"Strip."

Beth's hands moved to her shirt. Fumbled with buttons. Her fingers shook slightly. Arousal and anticipation making her clumsy. The shirt fell. Then the bra. She pushed her jeans down. The movement made the plug press deeper. She gasped. Bent again to feel it again.

Her underwear was soaked through. She peeled them off. They stuck to her pussy. Made wet sounds as she removed them.

"Bend over the couch arm."

Beth moved to the couch. Bent forward. The position she'd imagined all afternoon. Ass high. Legs spread for balance. The plug clearly visible between her cheeks. Asshole clenching. Throbbing.

Karen approached. Ran a hand over Beth's ass. Tapped the plug's base. The vibration traveled deep. Beth moaned. Pushed back.

"Still nicely seated." Karen's fingers traced around the base. Where stretched muscle gripped silicone. Pressing. "No shifting. Good."

Her hand moved lower. Between Beth's legs. Found abundant wetness. Strings of it from pussy to thighs.

"You're dripping."

"All afternoon. Since you left. Because of you."

Karen's fingers explored. Slipped between folds. Found Beth's clit swollen. Prominent. Ready.

"How did it feel?. Wearing it while doing your tasks."

"Impossible to ignore." Beth's hips pushed back against Karen's hand. "Every movement. Every step. Sitting was... intense."

"Did you touch yourself?"

"No." Beth's hips moved involuntarily. Seeking more contact. "I wanted to. So badly. But I didn't."

"Good girl." Karen withdrew her finger. Left Beth empty. Wanting. "Did anyone notice? Did you go out?"

"Just to get groceries." Beth's face burned with the memory. "I walked differently. The cashier looked at me strangely. "I almost came in front of her. All I could feel was clenching around the plug. And throbbing."

"But she didn't know why," Karen smiled. "Didn't know you had a plug in your ass. Didn't know you belonged to someone else."

"No." The idea sent a fresh wave of arousal through Beth. The secrecy. The public display of private ownership.

"Good. We'll do more of that later."

Beth's eyes widened.

Karen moved to her bag. Retrieved the riding crop. Black leather. The handle worn smooth from use. She tapped it against her palm. The sound made Beth's pussy clench. Her asshole clenched, too.

"This afternoon was preparation." She moved behind Beth. "Teaching your body to accept. Relax. Now we continue."

The first strike landed on the plug's base. Direct hit. The impact drove it deeper. Beth cried out. Her legs shook.

"Count them."

"One."

The second hit the same spot. Harder. The plug pushed impossibly deep then settled back.

"Two."

Karen changed targets. The crop struck Beth's right cheek. Then left. Creating a frame around the plug. Each strike made it shift. Made Beth aware of every millimeter of its presence.

"Six. Seven. Eight."

The crop moved lower. Found Beth's inner thighs. The tender skin where wetness had gathered. Sharp stings that made her dance in place.

"Twelve. Thirteen."

Then directly on her pussy. The wet lips splattered moisture with each impact. The sound obscene. Wet slaps that echoed.

"Fuck! Fourteen."

Another on her pussy. Directly on her clit. Beth screamed. Nearly came from that strike alone.

"Fifteen."

Karen set the crop aside. Gripped the plug's base. "Deep breath."

Beth inhaled. Karen twisted the plug. Slow rotation. The fullness shifted. Changed angles. Found new spots inside Beth. Pushed in. Pushed out. Beth matching the movements.

"Now out."

Beth exhaled. Karen pulled. The widest part stretched her again. That same burning stretch from insertion. But now her body was swollen. Sensitive. The stretch more intense.

The plug came free with a wet sound. Beth's asshole gaped. Open. Empty. Clenching on nothing.

Karen struck immediately with the crop. Directly on the exposed hole. The sensitive, stretched muscle.

Beth screamed. Her whole body convulsed. Pleasure and pain indistinguishable. She nearly came. Teetered on the edge. One more strike would push her over.

Karen didn't strike again. Instead, her fingers found Beth's asshole. Circled the gaping entrance. Pressed inside. Two fingers easily. The stretched muscle accepting them.

"Look how open you are. How ready. So beautiful."

Beth moaned. Pushed back onto the fingers. Wanting more. Needing more.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"I don't know. Anything. Everything. You decide."

Karen's fingers twisted inside her. Found that spot that made stars explode. Pressed. Rubbed. Beth's legs gave out. Only the couch kept her upright.

"You did so well today." Karen's other hand stroked Beth's back. Soothing. "Such a good girl. Wearing it all afternoon. Staying wet and ready for me."

"Thank you." Beth barely managed the words. "Thank you for... for helping me."

"We're just beginning." Karen withdrew her fingers. Beth's ass clenched. Trying to hold them. "Turn around."

Beth turned. Legs unsteady. Karen stood close. The crop still in one hand.

"You're ready for more."

Not a question. A statement. Beth nodded anyway.

"Yes. Please. Whatever you want."

Karen smiled. Set the crop down. Reached for her bag again.

"Good. Because tonight, we're going deeper."

Karen pulled out the harness first. Black leather straps. Adjustable. Then the dildo. Black silicone like the plug but longer. Thicker. Maybe six inches insertable. Realistic shape with pronounced head and veined shaft.

Beth stared. Her ass clenched involuntarily. Still tender from the plug. Still open. Wanting.

"This is slightly larger than Ryan." Karen stepped into the harness. Pulled it up her thighs. "Good for training. Building capacity."

She fastened the straps with practiced efficiency. Adjusted the fit. The dildo jutted from her hips. Obscene and commanding.

"On your knees."

Beth dropped immediately. The carpet rough against her skin. She looked up at Karen. At the black cock inches from her face.

"Suck it. Get it wet."

Beth leaned forward. Took the head in her mouth. The silicone had no taste. No warmth. But the act itself made her pussy throb. She was sucking Karen's cock. Preparing it to fuck her own ass.

Her technique was eager rather than skilled. Too much saliva. Not enough rhythm. Karen's hand found her hair. Gripped. Guided.

"Slower. Use your tongue more."

Beth adjusted. Ran her tongue along the shaft. Around the head. Took it deeper. The angle was different from Ryan. The lack of response strange. But Karen's grip in her hair was real. The control absolute. Perfect.

"Deeper."

Beth tried. The head hit her throat. She gagged slightly.

"Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat."

She tried again. Managed another inch. Karen's hips pushed forward. Fucking her mouth slowly.

"Good. You're learning."

Beth moaned around the dildo. Saliva dripped down her chin. Her jaw ached. But she didn't stop. Wanted to please. To show she could take it.

"Enough." Karen pulled back. The dildo slipped from Beth's mouth. Shiny with spit. "Bend over the couch."

Beth moved into position. Same as before. Ass high. Legs spread. Her asshole still slightly open from the plug. Ready.

Karen applied lubricant liberally. To the dildo. To Beth's ass. Fingers spreading it inside and out. The excess dripped down to Beth's pussy.

The head pressed against her entrance. Larger than the plug. Beth tensed.

"Push back. Like with the plug."

Beth tried. The head pushed inside. The stretch immediate. Burning. More than the plug. She gasped.

"Good. Stay still."

Karen worked it in slowly. Inch by inch. Letting Beth adjust. The fullness was different from the plug. Longer. Reaching deeper. Beth felt it in her stomach. Her whole core.

"Halfway."

Only halfway? Beth panted. Gripped the couch cushions.

Another inch. Then another. Finally, Karen's hips met Beth's ass. Fully seated.

"Perfect. You took it all. Beautiful."

Beth moaned. The fullness overwhelming. Karen pulled back. Thrust forward. Slow. Deliberate. Beth's whole body rocked with the movement.

"On your hands and knees. On the floor."

Karen withdrew completely. Beth whimpered at the emptiness. Moved to the floor on all fours. Like an animal. Karen knelt behind her. Pushed back in. One smooth thrust this time. Beth cried out.

This angle was different. Deeper somehow. Karen gripped Beth's hips. Set a rhythm. Steady thrusts that pushed Beth forward then pulled her back.

The riding crop appeared in Karen's hand. She struck Beth's ass while fucking her. The impacts timed with thrusts. Pain and penetration merging.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes." Beth barely recognized her own voice. Desperate. Wanton.

"On your back."

Another withdrawal. Another position change. Beth lay on her back. Legs spread wide. Karen knelt between them. This position left Beth completely exposed. She could see the dildo disappearing into her ass. Could watch Karen's face as she fucked her.

Karen pushed Beth's legs back. Nearly to her chest. The angle extreme. The dildo slid in easily now. Beth's ass accepting it. Hungry for it.

The crop found new targets. Beth's nipples. Sharp stings that made them diamond hard. Then her clit. Light taps that sent shockwaves through her whole body.

"Please let me come."

"No."

Karen fucked her harder. The dildo pistoning in and out. Beth's ass made wet sounds. Obscene. She didn't care. Just wanted more. Harder. Deeper.

The crop struck her clit directly. Beth screamed. Her pussy clenched on nothing. Empty while her ass was so full.

"Please. Please. I can't,"

"You can." Karen's rhythm never faltered. "You will. For me."

Panting, "Yes," gasping, "for you."

She alternated. Deep thrusts and crop strikes. Building a circuit of sensation that kept Beth balanced on the edge. Never quite enough to tip over. Always almost there.

Beth's body was slick with sweat. Red marks crossed her breasts. Her thighs. Her pussy lips swollen and red from the crop. Her ass stretched around the dildo. Taking it easily now. Eagerly. Her focused shifted from needing to come to doing whatever Karen wanted.

"I'll do anything," she moaned.

"Anything?"

"Yes. God, yes. Anything you want."

Karen smiled. Pulled out completely. Beth sobbed at the loss.

"Then you'll wait longer."

She helped Beth to her knees. Then to standing. Beth's legs barely held her. Every muscle trembling. On the edge of orgasm for so long her whole body vibrated with need.

Karen removed the harness. Set it aside. Studied Beth. Took in the marks. The sweat. The desperate expression.

"You're perfect like this. Beautiful. Marked. Desperate. Mine."

"Yours," Beth agreed. Would agree to anything.

"Soon. One more position."

Karen pushed Beth onto her back again. This time on the carpet. The rough texture against Beth's welted skin made her gasp. Karen picked up the dildo. Held it like a weapon. Or a tool. The distinction blurred.

"Legs up. Hold them."

Beth grabbed behind her knees. Pulled her legs back and apart. Exposed completely. Her ass still gaping slightly. Ready. Karen knelt beside her. Pushed the dildo back in. No resistance now. Beth's ass accepted it eagerly.

Then Karen moved. Swung a leg over Beth's head. Straddled her face. Her pussy inches from Beth's mouth. Already wet. The scent sharp and immediate.

"Lick."

Beth's tongue found Karen's slit immediately. Eager. Desperate to please. Karen's weight settled more fully. Pussy pressed to Beth's mouth. Nearly suffocating.

"Slower. Start at the bottom. Long strokes."

Beth adjusted. Ran her tongue from Karen's entrance to her clit. Slow. Deliberate. Tasting everything. Karen's thighs trembled slightly. Pressing together against Beth's face.

"Better."

Karen's fingers found Beth's asshole. Fucking Beth's ass with steady rhythm while Beth's tongue worked her pussy. Her other hand slapped Beth's clit. Light tap. Beth's tongue faltered.

"Don't stop."

Another tap. Harder. Beth moaned into Karen's pussy. Kept licking. Her tongue circling Karen's clit now. Faster. The way Karen liked.

Karen bent forward. Her mouth found Beth's clit. Sucked hard. Beth's hips bucked. The fingers pushing deep shifted inside her. Karen held firm. Kept fucking her while her mouth worked.

The combination was overwhelming. Fingers in her ass. Karen's mouth on her clit. Karen's pussy on her face. Every nerve firing at once. Sensations bouncing back and forth.

Karen alternated. Mouth and slap. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes sucking Beth's clit while fucking her ass harder. Sometimes striking her pussy with her hand while grinding down on Beth's face.

"Focus on my clit." Karen's voice strained. Close herself. "Circles. Then use your teeth."

Beth obeyed. Her tongue working frantically, pushing her clit against her teeth. Wanting to make Karen come. Needing to please her. Karen's thighs tightened around Beth's head. Her rhythm with her fingers became erratic.

Karen's hands moved in a frenzy. Rubbing Beth's clit. Fast. Hard. Direct pressure that made Beth dizzy.

"When I come, you can come."

Beth doubled her efforts. Sucked Karen's clit into her mouth. nibbled it with her teeth. Karen's thighs shook. Her breath came in gasps.

Karen bent forward again. Took Beth's clit in her mouth. Sucked hard while her fingers worked her ass. Angling. Finding that spot inside that made everything electric. Beth felt Karen tense above her. Thighs clamping around her head. Pussy grinding down. Karen was coming. Beth could feel it. Taste it. Karen's orgasm triggered permission in Beth's mind.

She let go. The orgasm hit like a wave. Started in her ass where fingers pressed that perfect spot. Spread to her clit where Karen sucked. Exploded through her whole body.

She screamed into Karen's pussy. Body convulsing. The fingers felt intense inside her. Every thrust prolonging the orgasm. Karen didn't stop. Kept sucking. Kept fucking. Drawing out every second.

Beth's vision went white. Then black. She might have passed out. When awareness returned, Karen was still above her. Still grinding slowly on her face. Beth kept licking. Gentle now. Bringing Karen through the aftershocks.

Karen came again. Smaller. A shudder rather than an explosion. Then she lifted herself off Beth's face. Beth gasped for air. Her whole face wet with Karen's arousal.

Karen moved beside her. Slowly withdrew her fingers. Beth's ass clenched. Trying to hold on. Then released. Empty. She felt the cool air against her gaping hole. Obscene. Perfect.

They lay side by side on the carpet. Both panting. Both covered in sweat. Beth's body bore the evidence of their session. Red marks from the crop across her breasts, thighs, pussy. Her ass still open. Her face glazed with Karen's wetness.

Karen rolled onto her side. Ran a hand over Beth's marked skin. Gentle now. Soothing.

“Your so beautiful like this.”

Beth turned her head. Met Karen's eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this. Knowing what I need. Giving it to me."

Karen traced a particularly vivid mark across Beth's breast. "You took everything beautifully."

"I wanted to. Wanted to be good for you."

"You were. You are."

They lay quietly for a moment. Beth's body still trembling occasionally. Aftershocks of the massive orgasm.

"The dildo, your fingers," Beth said finally. "It was perfect."

"You took it easily."

"I loved it. Loved how it made me feel. Full. Of you."

Karen smiled. Leaned over. Kissed her gently. Different from before. Tender rather than claiming. Her fingers played with Beth’s tangled hair.

“Your kids are back tomorrow. It’ll be a good recovery day. We’ll change to discipline sessions at noon every other day on the weeks you have the kids. You've got a good baseline now. We can spread your discipline out.”

Beth felt a wave of relief. The kids would return. Her sessions wouldn't end. The structure she craved wouldn't disappear. She felt deeply cared for.

“Weekends will be Ryan or both of us. If we can swing it.”

Beth closed her eyes. Let her body relax into the carpet. Every muscle loose. Every need satisfied. For now. She felt the air on her skin. The throb of marks. The ache in her jaw. The tenderness in her ass.

All reminders. All perfect.