Family Secrets Part 20 You Can't Always Get W
Part 20: You Can’t Always Get What You Want
The sexy cat jumped up on the bed and sat. Purring. Her paw, or rather, her hand examined the exotic body of her prize. It moved through the dark hair, over the right cheek, down the neck, and stopped on the right breast.
“Your lingerie set looks expensive.”
“It is,” Chan answers without hesitation, totally committed to her submission.
Kylie pinches the nipple extremely hard and is rewarded with a sigh… of passion. Hmm, interesting? Meow
Her hand moves over to the left nipple and the sequence of events is repeated.
Now two large dots, like a bullseye, decorate the professor’s bra.
“Someone seems to enjoy this.”
“Yes!”
Kylie pulls on the right nipple till the fabric stretches up and free, then her other hand finally appears from behind her back. Holding. A. Pair. Of. Golden. Shears.
SNIPPPP!!!
And before Chan can react, another…
SNIPPPP!!!
All three women observe the artwork on display.
Erect. Nipples.
The two younger girls laugh and Chan wonders what they will do next. This makes her pussy (extremely) wet and has perhaps dampened her (expensive) underwear. And maybe they will punish her for such an inconsiderate reaction. Meow!
“Brie, I can see you want to play with her breasts, just keep your toy hidden from her eyes.”
And Brie promptly gets on the bed and kneels over her bound professor and applies her mouth to the left nipple.
Kylie moves her claws down over the ribcage, past the navel. A trail of goosebumps appears along the path. They stop at the intricate lace trim of the floral panties.
Chan moans with each nipple bite. Each nipple kiss. Each claw mark.
Suddenly her body is rotated up on her side. Her panties are stretched. She curiously watches this sexy cat examine… examine what??
Then her body returns to its original position.
“What’s La Perla?” the sexy cat inquires.
“Italian… lingerie… imported… expensive.”
“How expensive?”
“250 Euros.”
“Fuck, that’s like 6 bags of weed!! Can I have her panties?” Brie exclaims.
“Your Professor Zhou wears a size M, you’re a size L, Brie.”
“I don’t mind stretching them… a bit.”
Both girls laugh.
“There’s other… things that we can stretch,” Kylie purrs.
Chan gasps.
Kylie slips a hand between her captive’s tied legs and it slowly moves up and cups the floral mound.
“You’re wet!!!”
“Sorry, Mistress!!!”
“Hey, that’s my name!” Brie complains between nibbling on Chan’s nipples.
“You’re both my subs!” Kylie laughs with a wicked smile.
Chan almost pees herself waiting for her Mistress to impose her punishment.
But her captor brings her attention back up to her chest where Brie, imitating a f.i.s.h, is sucking on her breasts.
“Pumpkin, are her nipples ready for what you have hiding behind your back?”
Brie stops sucking and… FLICKS each nipple, adding cute giggles to Chan’s gasps.
“Yes, Mistress, they are primed and ready,” more giggles.
“Then proceed.”
Brie finally shows Chan what she had received from her professor’s stash of submissive sex toys: 3 nipple clamps on 1 chain.
Chan watches the chubby sub put the first clamp on her left nipple and tighten the screw.
“Keep turning till our slave gives us the proper indication to stop.”
Which meant, when Chan vocalized her discomfort.
It occurred after nearly 10 turns of the screw! (Henry James would be proud.)
“Fuck, I’ve read The Turn of the Screw, which is excellent, by the way, but this is even better!” Kylie hisses with laughter.
Then Brie positions the next clamp over the right nipple.
Again. 10. Turns. Again. Another. Scream.
This time both girls laugh.
The ring between the two clamps had a longer chain connected to it, and at the end was the third clamp.
“Where does this one go?” Brie asks pointing at the clamp resting by Chan’s navel.
“Where do you think, Pumpkin?”
“Oh!” Brie eyes the expensive floral Italian panties and frowns.
“I know, Pumpkin, you wanted to sell these panties for a good amount of weed, but sacrifices must be made. And, as Mick Jagger s.a.n.g…”
Chan completed her Mistress’ thought, “Alexa play track number 4 on side B of the album Let It B.l.e.e.d.”
And over her wireless Bluetooth speakers came the (angelic) voice of a Boys choir:
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
Kylie gave a yip of delight and leaned over Chan showing her real passion for this extraordinary mature woman by kissing her, then dropping the golden shears on the bed and grabbing her girlfriend to dance on the floor.
They s.a.n.g along and bumped their butts to each syllable of each word ending a line of verse. (For those of you not following along, that would be 3 bumps for reception, 1 for hand, and so forth, meow.)
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you'll find
You get what you need
Jagger continues with acoustic guitar and Kylie resumes her Domme role, picking up the shears and pulling up on Chan’s panties…
SNIPPP!!!!
A nice access hole is created exposing her vagina.
Kylie looks at the thick dark growth curling up and over the newly cut edges of the floral panties and blinks several times (in disbelief) at the density of it. Then she looks at the patch she just snipped off and opens her hand to watch the small segments of pubic hair flutter onto Chan’s stomach.
“Holy fuck, you’re hairy!”
“I told you!” Brie screams with laughter.
Chan closes her eyes at this display of immaturity. Their voices matching Mick word-for-word, but with feminine inflections. And their feet stomping on her floor! Brie with her Coda boots and the other with her athletic Asics… the other? Was it her girlfriend?? Brie never mentioned she had one. Then again, Chan never asked. And the cat-like one called her Pumpkin. They’re in cahoots! This was planned!!!
Kylie stops dancing, “Oh, look our slave is trying to escape!” and she runs over and tugs on the chain.
An incredible surge of pain registers from her nipples and Chan let’s out a loud cry.
“Pumpkin, put the last one on her.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
And a sweaty Brie, from dancing, examines the exposed pubic region. Her fingers search and after 4 seconds (well, make that 7 or 8, the forest is very dense) she finds the hood.
Chan screams with delight after 5 turns of the screw on her clit.
And now all the nipple clamps are all set.
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse"
Kylie tugged on the middle ring to accent the keys words of the song. This, of course, caused pain followed shortly by a brief period of pleasure on the nipples and clit.
Outwardly, Chan grimaced and gasped with discomfort. Inwardly, she was in Heaven.
Now Kylie got up on the bed and straddled Chan’s face. She wore tights matching the school’s colors: emerald green. And she had on a black sports bra with red symbols printed on the cups: yin on the left breast, and yang on the right breast.
Kylie lowered her damp crotch onto the Asian’s mouth and s.a.n.g along to the song:
Sing it to me, honey
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find
You get what you need
Ah baby, yeah Ah
Chan did her best to please the energetic feline Domme. Her tongue never worked so hard.
To Saturate. To Penetrate. To Demonstrate. Her Passion. Of Their. Sublime Dance.
Kylie raised her arms and grabbed her hair, closing her eyes, and loudly singing the words as her hips matched the tempo of the song.
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And, man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "d.e.a.d"
I said to him
You can't always get what you want, well no
You can't always get what you want. I tell you, baby
You can't always get what you want, no
But if you try sometimes you just might find, uh, mm
You get what you need, oh yeah, woo!
Brie, left to her own devices (which is never a good thing, lol) had found the professor’s hidden stash of cannabis. And before the song ended, the bedroom was full of marijuana smoke. This time OG Kush. Her thick body slowly swayed to the music. Her arms moved out for balance… And then in for toking… Whenever she needed a hit… Which was numerous times. This would all seem normal in a college dorm room. But in a professor’s bedroom and wearing a leather dominatrix outfit it made the whole scene appear… surreal.
Kylie continued to grind her damp green tights over Chan using every part of her face: chin, eyes, cheeks, forehead, lips, nose; anywhere it would give her the most stimulation.
Then she stopped and looked down at Chan and whispered:
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a b.l.e.e.d.i.n.g man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her b.l.o.o.d-stained hands, sing it
Then Chan watched the sexy feline slip a paw (a hand) into her emerald green tights and (vigorously) finger her pussy as Mick Jagger s..a..n..g on:
You can't always get what you want, yeah
You can't always get what you want, ooh yeah, ch**d
You can't always get what you want
Then Kylie used her other hand to stretch her tights at the waist and reveal her fingers dripping with pure passion… offering them to her captive snow leopard as the final verse delivered the truth:
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yeah
Ah baby, woo!
Ah, you can't always get what you want, no, no, baby
You can't always get what you want, you can't now, now
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find that you
You get what you need, oh yeah
Ah yeah, do that
When the song ended, Kylie jumped off the bed and accepted the joint from Brie taking a good hit.
“So, do you like my professor?”
Kylie holds the joint away from their bodies as she wraps her free arm around her girlfriend, hugging her and giving her a big kiss for an answer.
“Now go and lick your rewards.”
“Really, Mistress?”
“Yes, you’ve earned it, Pumpkin. Your plan was a success!” and Kylie took another toke.
“To Operation: HMCPS!!” and Brie stomped over to the bed.
Chan was still savoring the sweet nectar of the Catwoman as her beautiful round student climbed up on her bed. Her lust for chubby girls with full breasts consumed her soul.
“Mistress, may I make a simple request?” Chan asked.
“You may, slave.” Kylie answered.
“Could perhaps… Pumpkin, remove her bustier?”
“Pumpkin, do you wish to fulfill your professor’s request?”
Pumpkin, or rather Brie, was already unlacing the bodice. Kylie walked over exhaling another cloud of OG Kush before flicking the burnt-out joint onto the wooden flooring. Then she helped with the four buckles on the backside. When the bustier opened in the back, Kylie took it.
Chan gazed upon the two lovely breasts that were freed. They slightly swayed with her student’s movements. If she could only touch them…
Kylie laughed at Chan’s expression of desire and watched Brie tease her professor by touching her big boobs, pinching her soft pink nipples, cupping them and moaning like a porn star for emphasis.
Chan gasped at this display of playful lust by her curvy student.
Brie gasped when her girlfriend tugged her leather mini skirt up over her bubble butt and slapped it.
“Stop tormenting your professor with your big boobs and get between her legs!”
Brie obeyed her mistress and untied the ankles.
Chan obeyed (without any further instructions) and spread her legs. Wide.
Then Brie laid between them, her (big) breasts flattened on the mattress, her hands stretching (but not tearing) the expensive silk bikini where it was cut open, her mouth pressed against her professor’s hairy vagina. And. Her ankles locked in the air. Her cute black Coda boots that she had borrowed from her girlfriend. Swaying. As her legs. Swayed. To the efforts of her tongue. Licking…
Licking to accomplish the deed Chan had earlier demanded.
And.
Was interrupted by the surprise entrance of the hooded feline.
The.
The same feline who was now between the legs of.
Her girlfriend.
Enjoying her big bubble butt pressed against her face. And purring…
The clamp on her clit had made is so numb, Chan didn’t even know she was having one orgasm after another. Only her eyes recorded this wonderful event: To be submissive to her students and let them explore her treasure chest of bondage toys to use on her anyway they desire.
They are in control. They dictate the rules of the game. They will find satisfaction.
And Professor Zhou will secretly discover (again and again) her own Nirvana.
All three women moaned with delight to match the howling winds of winter outside the bedroom.
When Kylie had her fun with Brie’s ass and pussy, she licked her paws with content. And watched her girlfriend finally roll over with a beautiful sigh.
“You could eat her pussy all night!” Kylie laughed.
“Yes, Mistress…” Brie rested a hand on her round belly as if she just finished a large sumptuous meal.
Their bound captive was silent.
“Are you ok, Chan?”
“Yes, Mistress. That was divine. Um… a request… Mistress?”
“Yes, you may ask.”
Brie rolled over on her side to observe the verbal exchange.
“My, ah, my nipples and clit appear to be three times their normal size.”
“I would say four or five,” Brie giggles.
“They do look swollen and red. Can you feel them?” Kylie asks with a bit of concern.
“No. And I’m the only one here with some, ok, a lot, of experience with bondage toys. Let me suggest when you remove them, to maybe… kiss them, or apply something that will reduce the sting.”
“Mistress, I don’t mind sucking on those pretty nipples my professor has,” Brie offers.
“Let me think… Ah! Pumpkin, go get your mittens!”
And Brie obeyed.
Jumping off the bed and unzipping her leather mini skirt to remove it. Then standing for a brief moment before turning to leave. Her Coda boots (heavily) proceeding down the hallway and down the stairs.
Kylie silently observes Chan. Again, she feels the powerful spell the Asian has cast.
And this time…
Kylie…
Moves up to kiss her. Chan’s mouth melts into her Mistress. Just like the story Kylie read in the manuscript. Two Sisters. One Love. Family Secrets.
“What is your name?” Chan whispers.
Before Kylie can answer, Brie returns.
“Should I put them on?”
“Yes!”
And Brie pulls her mittens on as Kylie walks over to the window.
“Pumpkin, you look cute in your mittens, and your knit pom-pom hat.”
“What about my Coda boots?”
“Ha, ha! Of course they are cute, cos they are mine, silly!”
Both girls laugh as Kylie unlatches the window.
And a cloud of crystalline snowflakes flies into the room.
“Pumpkin, gather a good amount of snow with your mittens.”
Kylie returns to the bed, enjoying the look of bewilderment on Chan’s face as she grabs her ankles and re-ties them. Then she waits for her girlfriend to finish her assigned task.
“Should I close the window?”
“No, I want us all to feel Winter’s cold breath.”
And now Kylie fully undresses, rolling her emerald green tights down her legs and pulling them off her feet. Then lifting her black sports bra up and over.
Chan peers over at her naked Catwoman. A touch of envy fills her dark eyes. More than a touch of lust fills her soul. Heavens above! This creature is more beautiful than she ever imagined! (And Chan has seen many naked women, meow.)
Their skin reacts to the chilly wind as more snowflakes blow into the room.
Kylie’s nipples harden as the room temperature drops. Her fingers quickly turn the screw ten times. Each turn widens the clamp. Each turn releases some of the pressure. Each turn widens the space. Each turn lets the nipple expand. Until…
It’s removed!
And before Chan can shout in anguish (and elation), Brie covers her breast with a mitten-full of snow.
Without delay, Kylie moves to the other breast.
Fingers turn. Screw unscrews. Clamp is removed. Ice cold snow. Is applied.
And finally, the third clamp. Over that tiny clit. Hidden in the dark forest.
Five turns… Cold compress… Silent bliss…
“Fuck! She looks like a snowwoman!” Brie laughs.
“More like a snow leopard!” Kylie meows, then she quietly states, “And now it’s time for bed.”
Brie unbuckles her boots and both women surround Chan with their warm bodies.
Then Kylie finds the thick quilted duvet to cover themselves from the swirling icy wind.
And Chan has ventured even deeper into realms of sexual submission.
The sexy cat jumped up on the bed and sat. Purring. Her paw, or rather, her hand examined the exotic body of her prize. It moved through the dark hair, over the right cheek, down the neck, and stopped on the right breast.
“Your lingerie set looks expensive.”
“It is,” Chan answers without hesitation, totally committed to her submission.
Kylie pinches the nipple extremely hard and is rewarded with a sigh… of passion. Hmm, interesting? Meow
Her hand moves over to the left nipple and the sequence of events is repeated.
Now two large dots, like a bullseye, decorate the professor’s bra.
“Someone seems to enjoy this.”
“Yes!”
Kylie pulls on the right nipple till the fabric stretches up and free, then her other hand finally appears from behind her back. Holding. A. Pair. Of. Golden. Shears.
SNIPPPP!!!
And before Chan can react, another…
SNIPPPP!!!
All three women observe the artwork on display.
Erect. Nipples.
The two younger girls laugh and Chan wonders what they will do next. This makes her pussy (extremely) wet and has perhaps dampened her (expensive) underwear. And maybe they will punish her for such an inconsiderate reaction. Meow!
“Brie, I can see you want to play with her breasts, just keep your toy hidden from her eyes.”
And Brie promptly gets on the bed and kneels over her bound professor and applies her mouth to the left nipple.
Kylie moves her claws down over the ribcage, past the navel. A trail of goosebumps appears along the path. They stop at the intricate lace trim of the floral panties.
Chan moans with each nipple bite. Each nipple kiss. Each claw mark.
Suddenly her body is rotated up on her side. Her panties are stretched. She curiously watches this sexy cat examine… examine what??
Then her body returns to its original position.
“What’s La Perla?” the sexy cat inquires.
“Italian… lingerie… imported… expensive.”
“How expensive?”
“250 Euros.”
“Fuck, that’s like 6 bags of weed!! Can I have her panties?” Brie exclaims.
“Your Professor Zhou wears a size M, you’re a size L, Brie.”
“I don’t mind stretching them… a bit.”
Both girls laugh.
“There’s other… things that we can stretch,” Kylie purrs.
Chan gasps.
Kylie slips a hand between her captive’s tied legs and it slowly moves up and cups the floral mound.
“You’re wet!!!”
“Sorry, Mistress!!!”
“Hey, that’s my name!” Brie complains between nibbling on Chan’s nipples.
“You’re both my subs!” Kylie laughs with a wicked smile.
Chan almost pees herself waiting for her Mistress to impose her punishment.
But her captor brings her attention back up to her chest where Brie, imitating a f.i.s.h, is sucking on her breasts.
“Pumpkin, are her nipples ready for what you have hiding behind your back?”
Brie stops sucking and… FLICKS each nipple, adding cute giggles to Chan’s gasps.
“Yes, Mistress, they are primed and ready,” more giggles.
“Then proceed.”
Brie finally shows Chan what she had received from her professor’s stash of submissive sex toys: 3 nipple clamps on 1 chain.
Chan watches the chubby sub put the first clamp on her left nipple and tighten the screw.
“Keep turning till our slave gives us the proper indication to stop.”
Which meant, when Chan vocalized her discomfort.
It occurred after nearly 10 turns of the screw! (Henry James would be proud.)
“Fuck, I’ve read The Turn of the Screw, which is excellent, by the way, but this is even better!” Kylie hisses with laughter.
Then Brie positions the next clamp over the right nipple.
Again. 10. Turns. Again. Another. Scream.
This time both girls laugh.
The ring between the two clamps had a longer chain connected to it, and at the end was the third clamp.
“Where does this one go?” Brie asks pointing at the clamp resting by Chan’s navel.
“Where do you think, Pumpkin?”
“Oh!” Brie eyes the expensive floral Italian panties and frowns.
“I know, Pumpkin, you wanted to sell these panties for a good amount of weed, but sacrifices must be made. And, as Mick Jagger s.a.n.g…”
Chan completed her Mistress’ thought, “Alexa play track number 4 on side B of the album Let It B.l.e.e.d.”
And over her wireless Bluetooth speakers came the (angelic) voice of a Boys choir:
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
Kylie gave a yip of delight and leaned over Chan showing her real passion for this extraordinary mature woman by kissing her, then dropping the golden shears on the bed and grabbing her girlfriend to dance on the floor.
They s.a.n.g along and bumped their butts to each syllable of each word ending a line of verse. (For those of you not following along, that would be 3 bumps for reception, 1 for hand, and so forth, meow.)
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you'll find
You get what you need
Jagger continues with acoustic guitar and Kylie resumes her Domme role, picking up the shears and pulling up on Chan’s panties…
SNIPPP!!!!
A nice access hole is created exposing her vagina.
Kylie looks at the thick dark growth curling up and over the newly cut edges of the floral panties and blinks several times (in disbelief) at the density of it. Then she looks at the patch she just snipped off and opens her hand to watch the small segments of pubic hair flutter onto Chan’s stomach.
“Holy fuck, you’re hairy!”
“I told you!” Brie screams with laughter.
Chan closes her eyes at this display of immaturity. Their voices matching Mick word-for-word, but with feminine inflections. And their feet stomping on her floor! Brie with her Coda boots and the other with her athletic Asics… the other? Was it her girlfriend?? Brie never mentioned she had one. Then again, Chan never asked. And the cat-like one called her Pumpkin. They’re in cahoots! This was planned!!!
Kylie stops dancing, “Oh, look our slave is trying to escape!” and she runs over and tugs on the chain.
An incredible surge of pain registers from her nipples and Chan let’s out a loud cry.
“Pumpkin, put the last one on her.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
And a sweaty Brie, from dancing, examines the exposed pubic region. Her fingers search and after 4 seconds (well, make that 7 or 8, the forest is very dense) she finds the hood.
Chan screams with delight after 5 turns of the screw on her clit.
And now all the nipple clamps are all set.
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse"
Kylie tugged on the middle ring to accent the keys words of the song. This, of course, caused pain followed shortly by a brief period of pleasure on the nipples and clit.
Outwardly, Chan grimaced and gasped with discomfort. Inwardly, she was in Heaven.
Now Kylie got up on the bed and straddled Chan’s face. She wore tights matching the school’s colors: emerald green. And she had on a black sports bra with red symbols printed on the cups: yin on the left breast, and yang on the right breast.
Kylie lowered her damp crotch onto the Asian’s mouth and s.a.n.g along to the song:
Sing it to me, honey
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find
You get what you need
Ah baby, yeah Ah
Chan did her best to please the energetic feline Domme. Her tongue never worked so hard.
To Saturate. To Penetrate. To Demonstrate. Her Passion. Of Their. Sublime Dance.
Kylie raised her arms and grabbed her hair, closing her eyes, and loudly singing the words as her hips matched the tempo of the song.
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And, man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "d.e.a.d"
I said to him
You can't always get what you want, well no
You can't always get what you want. I tell you, baby
You can't always get what you want, no
But if you try sometimes you just might find, uh, mm
You get what you need, oh yeah, woo!
Brie, left to her own devices (which is never a good thing, lol) had found the professor’s hidden stash of cannabis. And before the song ended, the bedroom was full of marijuana smoke. This time OG Kush. Her thick body slowly swayed to the music. Her arms moved out for balance… And then in for toking… Whenever she needed a hit… Which was numerous times. This would all seem normal in a college dorm room. But in a professor’s bedroom and wearing a leather dominatrix outfit it made the whole scene appear… surreal.
Kylie continued to grind her damp green tights over Chan using every part of her face: chin, eyes, cheeks, forehead, lips, nose; anywhere it would give her the most stimulation.
Then she stopped and looked down at Chan and whispered:
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a b.l.e.e.d.i.n.g man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her b.l.o.o.d-stained hands, sing it
Then Chan watched the sexy feline slip a paw (a hand) into her emerald green tights and (vigorously) finger her pussy as Mick Jagger s..a..n..g on:
You can't always get what you want, yeah
You can't always get what you want, ooh yeah, ch**d
You can't always get what you want
Then Kylie used her other hand to stretch her tights at the waist and reveal her fingers dripping with pure passion… offering them to her captive snow leopard as the final verse delivered the truth:
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need, ah yeah
Ah baby, woo!
Ah, you can't always get what you want, no, no, baby
You can't always get what you want, you can't now, now
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find that you
You get what you need, oh yeah
Ah yeah, do that
When the song ended, Kylie jumped off the bed and accepted the joint from Brie taking a good hit.
“So, do you like my professor?”
Kylie holds the joint away from their bodies as she wraps her free arm around her girlfriend, hugging her and giving her a big kiss for an answer.
“Now go and lick your rewards.”
“Really, Mistress?”
“Yes, you’ve earned it, Pumpkin. Your plan was a success!” and Kylie took another toke.
“To Operation: HMCPS!!” and Brie stomped over to the bed.
Chan was still savoring the sweet nectar of the Catwoman as her beautiful round student climbed up on her bed. Her lust for chubby girls with full breasts consumed her soul.
“Mistress, may I make a simple request?” Chan asked.
“You may, slave.” Kylie answered.
“Could perhaps… Pumpkin, remove her bustier?”
“Pumpkin, do you wish to fulfill your professor’s request?”
Pumpkin, or rather Brie, was already unlacing the bodice. Kylie walked over exhaling another cloud of OG Kush before flicking the burnt-out joint onto the wooden flooring. Then she helped with the four buckles on the backside. When the bustier opened in the back, Kylie took it.
Chan gazed upon the two lovely breasts that were freed. They slightly swayed with her student’s movements. If she could only touch them…
Kylie laughed at Chan’s expression of desire and watched Brie tease her professor by touching her big boobs, pinching her soft pink nipples, cupping them and moaning like a porn star for emphasis.
Chan gasped at this display of playful lust by her curvy student.
Brie gasped when her girlfriend tugged her leather mini skirt up over her bubble butt and slapped it.
“Stop tormenting your professor with your big boobs and get between her legs!”
Brie obeyed her mistress and untied the ankles.
Chan obeyed (without any further instructions) and spread her legs. Wide.
Then Brie laid between them, her (big) breasts flattened on the mattress, her hands stretching (but not tearing) the expensive silk bikini where it was cut open, her mouth pressed against her professor’s hairy vagina. And. Her ankles locked in the air. Her cute black Coda boots that she had borrowed from her girlfriend. Swaying. As her legs. Swayed. To the efforts of her tongue. Licking…
Licking to accomplish the deed Chan had earlier demanded.
And.
Was interrupted by the surprise entrance of the hooded feline.
The.
The same feline who was now between the legs of.
Her girlfriend.
Enjoying her big bubble butt pressed against her face. And purring…
The clamp on her clit had made is so numb, Chan didn’t even know she was having one orgasm after another. Only her eyes recorded this wonderful event: To be submissive to her students and let them explore her treasure chest of bondage toys to use on her anyway they desire.
They are in control. They dictate the rules of the game. They will find satisfaction.
And Professor Zhou will secretly discover (again and again) her own Nirvana.
All three women moaned with delight to match the howling winds of winter outside the bedroom.
When Kylie had her fun with Brie’s ass and pussy, she licked her paws with content. And watched her girlfriend finally roll over with a beautiful sigh.
“You could eat her pussy all night!” Kylie laughed.
“Yes, Mistress…” Brie rested a hand on her round belly as if she just finished a large sumptuous meal.
Their bound captive was silent.
“Are you ok, Chan?”
“Yes, Mistress. That was divine. Um… a request… Mistress?”
“Yes, you may ask.”
Brie rolled over on her side to observe the verbal exchange.
“My, ah, my nipples and clit appear to be three times their normal size.”
“I would say four or five,” Brie giggles.
“They do look swollen and red. Can you feel them?” Kylie asks with a bit of concern.
“No. And I’m the only one here with some, ok, a lot, of experience with bondage toys. Let me suggest when you remove them, to maybe… kiss them, or apply something that will reduce the sting.”
“Mistress, I don’t mind sucking on those pretty nipples my professor has,” Brie offers.
“Let me think… Ah! Pumpkin, go get your mittens!”
And Brie obeyed.
Jumping off the bed and unzipping her leather mini skirt to remove it. Then standing for a brief moment before turning to leave. Her Coda boots (heavily) proceeding down the hallway and down the stairs.
Kylie silently observes Chan. Again, she feels the powerful spell the Asian has cast.
And this time…
Kylie…
Moves up to kiss her. Chan’s mouth melts into her Mistress. Just like the story Kylie read in the manuscript. Two Sisters. One Love. Family Secrets.
“What is your name?” Chan whispers.
Before Kylie can answer, Brie returns.
“Should I put them on?”
“Yes!”
And Brie pulls her mittens on as Kylie walks over to the window.
“Pumpkin, you look cute in your mittens, and your knit pom-pom hat.”
“What about my Coda boots?”
“Ha, ha! Of course they are cute, cos they are mine, silly!”
Both girls laugh as Kylie unlatches the window.
And a cloud of crystalline snowflakes flies into the room.
“Pumpkin, gather a good amount of snow with your mittens.”
Kylie returns to the bed, enjoying the look of bewilderment on Chan’s face as she grabs her ankles and re-ties them. Then she waits for her girlfriend to finish her assigned task.
“Should I close the window?”
“No, I want us all to feel Winter’s cold breath.”
And now Kylie fully undresses, rolling her emerald green tights down her legs and pulling them off her feet. Then lifting her black sports bra up and over.
Chan peers over at her naked Catwoman. A touch of envy fills her dark eyes. More than a touch of lust fills her soul. Heavens above! This creature is more beautiful than she ever imagined! (And Chan has seen many naked women, meow.)
Their skin reacts to the chilly wind as more snowflakes blow into the room.
Kylie’s nipples harden as the room temperature drops. Her fingers quickly turn the screw ten times. Each turn widens the clamp. Each turn releases some of the pressure. Each turn widens the space. Each turn lets the nipple expand. Until…
It’s removed!
And before Chan can shout in anguish (and elation), Brie covers her breast with a mitten-full of snow.
Without delay, Kylie moves to the other breast.
Fingers turn. Screw unscrews. Clamp is removed. Ice cold snow. Is applied.
And finally, the third clamp. Over that tiny clit. Hidden in the dark forest.
Five turns… Cold compress… Silent bliss…
“Fuck! She looks like a snowwoman!” Brie laughs.
“More like a snow leopard!” Kylie meows, then she quietly states, “And now it’s time for bed.”
Brie unbuckles her boots and both women surround Chan with their warm bodies.
Then Kylie finds the thick quilted duvet to cover themselves from the swirling icy wind.
And Chan has ventured even deeper into realms of sexual submission.
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