Butterflies, Lesbian BDSM by Ashley Hind
The beautiful Gina Huxtable has it all: power, money, a successful business and an exquisite estate, Ashby Manor, in Northern England. She also has a staff of young girls who double as a harem of willing slaves, ready at her beck and call. However what Gina really wants still eludes her. Though she may be worshipped, what she craves most is to be truly loved. Among her many slaves is her favorite, the irresistible Chloe—an utter pervert with an eye for gaining her own power, wealth and harem of slaves. She’s sure to break her Mistress’s heart and Gina knows she’ll never have what she wants from her ambitious assistant.
When Gina acquires a new company, she and Chloe travel to London to meet with the staff and prepare for the takeover. Scheduled to be fired as the companies merge is Becky, a married woman who’s having a BSDM affair with her boss Mark. In their first meeting, Gina immediately becomes smitten with Becky, and sets out to seduce her, arranging their next meeting in the back of a limo. When Gina speaks candidly about her kinky lifestyle, she has the submissively inclined female practically salivating with desire. The evening ends with Becky shuddering on the floor with orgasm, and orders from Gina to appear at Ashby the following night.
Threatened by this budding relationship and realizing that her future plans may be in jeopardy, the conniving Chloe moves in to steal Becky’s affections. She intends to leave the interloper in a piss-drenched, bum-fucked heap—with the submissive Becky ready to become her first slave. If there is any hope of enticing Becky from the bewitching Chloe, Gina must take an enormous risk that could backfire. Even if Becky chooses Gina, there’s no guarantee that she won’t be just another wanting subbie who will enjoy the thrills her Mistress offers, but gives little in return.
“I think you should bring her in now,” said Gina. She was aware that her trans-Atlantic accent was at odds with the very English manorial interior of the room. It always made her feel that although she had parted with a substantial amount of hard cash to buy the Ashby estate she was somehow still not the owner of the house she adored, but had merely been borrowing it for the past five years. There was also a slight stridency to her tone, which she wished she could soften, although she knew it gave her authority and had all the girls jumping immediately at her commands—except, of course, for Chloe, who obeyed any instructions at her leisure. Rose had by now disappeared from the room, and her voice was heard faintly out in the hall. Then the door was pushed open and all eyes dropped down to witness the chubby, pinkly naked blonde slowly entering on all fours.
Her long hair was tied back in a tail, though her fringe had been separated and combed down above her eyes. Her mouth was being forced open by a hard black rubber bar clamped between her teeth, held in place by straps over the top of her head, under her chin and around her nape, all to resemble a pony’s bit. At either side of the gag hung two small steel hoops, which were used to fasten the reins that Rose behind her was holding. On the blonde’s back was a mock saddle, custom built in shining patent leather, held by a thick, buckled girth around her middle and with a thinner length hanging either side to attach both the polished chrome mini-stirrups. The pommel stood unusually high on her back and curved down in a graceful arch across the seat and then up again to the smaller rise of the cantle. The whole saddle was impeccably crafted, with neat lines of intricate stitching, and it was just small enough to look quite ridiculous upon her.
The blonde was made to take a slow, arcing journey to her Mistress’s feet, so that the humiliation was fully compounded. Her movements were all the more laborious due to the ‘gloves’ her Mistress had made her wear. They were fashioned in clinging black rubber that stretched to the elbow. Inside, the girl must have formed fists, because her hands were each contained within a hard black rubber casing, formed unmistakeably into the shape of a horse’s hoof. As she crawled, the viewers could see that her very ample bottom had been filled with a plug of some kind, from which sprouted lengths to make a tail, not in horse hair, but in thin strands of black rubber.
She stopped in front of Gina and stayed on her knees, her weight resting back and her ‘hooves’ held up in front of her as she looked forlornly through her fringe at her Mistress. Her thighs looked big and pale and were squeezed defensively together. Between them, Gina could make out the puffy smoothness of her shaven pubis, and just a hint of the dark vertical slit. Below the saddle strap, her belly was in two soft rolls that hid her button, but showed her to be plump rather than fat. Her breasts were small and sat apart, held up slightly by two rock-hard teats that pointed away from each other. Gina watched a string of unchecked saliva dribble out past the mouth bit and ooze down between the girl’s tits and over her belly, pooling eventually in the triangle of flesh where her clamped thighs met her bare crotch.
Gina looked the girl up and down with contempt.
“As usual,” she said. “Sarah has been incapable of sticking to my rules. As you know, I have acquired a business in London and we are about to complete the takeover, and since I shall be away a lot over the next few weeks, I’ve been trying to give you girls as much of my attention now as I can. Sarah had her turn yesterday, but typically she couldn’t keep in line.” Gina put her finger under the girl’s chin and pushed upwards to ensure eye contact was maintained.
“What was it you said?” she continued. “Oh, yes! ‘Ride me Mistress! Ride me!’”
The other girls sniggered at the mocking impression of Sarah’s plummy accent, but Gina did not deign to crack a smile.
“As you are all well aware, I am not to be told what to do—ever, and that is why Sarah had her fucking cut short and was sent to sleep in the stables last night.”
The others all knew that dirty bitch Sarah had quite probably brought about her punishment on purpose, sacrificing the thrill of her Mistress’s strap-on dildo for greater masochistic pleasures. They also guessed that the reprisals were far from over—and they were right. Gina ordered her play-horse to get off her knees and bend over the desk. Sarah responded quickly, her bottom yawning as she went over and pushed it out for attention. Gina took hold of the rubber strands of the tail and gently pulled to ease the bung from inside her girl. It was a new toy and struck the others as odd, since horsehair ones were readily available, and their Mistress was usually such a stickler for such costume accuracy.
Sarah gasped loudly as the wide point at the base of the plug stretched her hole on its withdrawal. As the plastic toy emerged, a communal shiver ran through the audience as the size was witnessed. Even Sarah would have struggled to take these dimensions. They watched her anus slowly shrink back to its normal puckered, slightly open oval, and felt their own bums twitching nervously at the thought of being opened up in such a fashion. Gina held the plug in her palm and moved her raised arm away from her body and her victim’s proffered arse. The genius of her new toy was now evident; not just a tail, but also a whip. Gina’s arm flashed forward and the rubber strands snaked out and slapped against Sarah’s arse cheeks, biting and clinging at the wobbling flesh, forcing her to jerk forward and cry into her rubber gag. The whip was withdrawn, revealing vivid pink lines across both buttocks before the next strike landed with equal force.
The Mistress went slowly enough for each lash to register and count. The tongues of the whip splayed out as they flew through the air and landed splat like wet tresses all over the jiggling backside; there must have been some jelly in the rubber content to make the strands grip so greedily, and not fall away under gravity like the ones the girls were used to taking. Sarah was crying out with every stroke and she was marked with lines all over her cheeks and down the backs of her legs. Her hoofed hands were behind her, hovering near the buttocks and ready to offer them protection, but she held off, always just able to absorb the pain.
Gina was pleased with her new toy and its ability to deliver a full contact. So many flails lost their sting in the air and landed lightly or inaccurately, and although she liked using crops and canes, a fat arse like Sarah’s sometimes deserved an explosion of instant all-over pain. Her girl was taking it well and although there were tears in her big blue eyes when she looked over her shoulder to see why her Mistress had stopped, she had kept her bottom stuck out all through the lashing. Gina focused on the puffy mound poking out between the thighs, and ran one finger down the slit, feeling the tell-tale slickness there. She pressed forward with her finger and the lips yielded instantly and she sank into the hot, unctuous pool within.
The girl moaned as the juices were stirred inside her and Gina had to add another finger to increase her teasing. As Sarah began to buck and ride, the fingers were mercilessly removed and the juices that covered them wiped onto her anus. Then Gina turned the whip handle around and used it as a plug again, forcing it slowly into Sarah’s bottom, gleefully watching her head snap back as the girl was stretched to her absolute limit. Sarah’s muscles were more relaxed now and it took far less effort this time to push the toy into position. Despite the cries, she obviously enjoyed it, and her juices were now visibly escaping and trickling down her thighs.
Cover Image © Andrea Rankovic