She had it coming

Enigma — ‘Mea Culpa’

There were two people standing at the top of the widest staircase you could imagine, in front of a doorway large enough for a caravan of elephants to pass through. Beyond them was a vast hall full of people, movement and light. One person was taller and dressed like a man. Another was smaller, wearing a ball gown, her slender waist perfectly accentuated by a thin belt. Perhaps they were a prince and princess, or a mage and apprentice, or brother and sister, or… husband and wife.

A couple of wives, in fact.

Hand in hand they walked down the marble stairs. In the car park, the incarnation of Uranus — Tenou Haruka — opened the car door for her eternal partner Neptune, who was hiding behind the beautiful face and body of another human woman, Kaiou Michiru. Haruka helped her wife to get in and sit down in a comfortable position. Tenou bent down on her knees to pull the heavy silk hem of the Kaiou’s dress over Michiiru’s bare, delicate feet with the shiny, diamond-studded shoes on them. Then Haruka took the driver’s seat and started the engine.

Haruka turned off the radio. Michiru found a coincidence funny. Still, she was in no mood for a smile.

The streamlined grey body of chrome, metal and glass tore through the sleepy town, racing towards the dawn. The reborn masterpiece of European engineering breathed leather, class, wind and freedom. The Mercedes made its way to the country house in silence, barely broken by the low hum of the engine.

— I want to punish you, — those were the first words Michiru managed to say.

Haruka didn’t seem surprised:

— All right.

Now the car was on its way to another district of Crystal Tokyo.

Silence accompanied the couple through a vestibule of the building and into a high-speed lift. It took only a few seconds to reach the top floor of the skyscraper. Michiru stepped out, followed by Haruka. Kaiou reached the doorstep and stopped. Haruka walked past her through the open door and into the dark hallway.

Tenou took off her shoes. She went to the entrance of the living room. Then she turned to Michiru.

Haruka looked thoughtful in the glowing nightlight. She lifted her hand to her neck and loosened the tie. Haruka slipped it off her head, tousling her short hair. The palm of her hand was white against her jet-black tuxedo. With a light movement, Haruka removed the jacket and let it fall to the floor; the tie followed. Tenou touched the cummerbund. That touch seemed to send Michiru into a parallel universe of a geisha, Haruka’s supposed alter ego, removing her obi at the beginning of a mizuage ceremony.

The black snake of the cummerbund curled up at Haruka’s feet. The zipper of the fly parted under skilled fingers, exposing the modest fabric of white underwear. Haruka bent forward. She pulled her trousers down with both hands. She stepped over them, getting rid of another garment.

Hauka started to unbutton the shirt. The wedge of exposed flesh grew wider. Finally, a well-formed female breast with dark nipples appeared.

The shirt slipped off as well. Michiru tilted her head as her eyes glided over Haruka’s body, memorising what she was seeing as if she was seeing it for the first time. Strong shoulders, sculpted chest, perfectly defined stomach. Tenou’s expression remained the same as she reached for a strip of her panties, ready to remove them too.

— Leave the socks on, — Michiru ordered, her voice was lower than usual.

Tenou obeyed. She stretched and slowly turned her back to Michiru. Haruka put her palms on the wall and her feet shoulder width apart. She breathed calmly with open eyes. She waited.

Michiru approached without haste. Her heels spoke in an undertone. Kaiou put her hand on the buckle at her waist. She pulled the leather strap, neither wide nor thin. The metal point clicked. Kaiou folded the belt in half, gripping it tightly with the tip hidden in her fist. She didn’t want to hurt Haruka. Michiru raised her hand and the short whistle ended with a juicy slap on Tenou’s still white buttocks.

Standing behind Haruka for a long time, Michiru spanked her in the same rhythm. Tenou’s bottom, hips and legs were already marked with dark red lines. Michiru didn’t get tired yet.

Tenou’s ragged breathing was the only sound that reached Kaiou’s ears. Wearing an outfit that was clearly not designed for such practices, Michiru quickly became hot. Her hair, pulled back into a puffy bun, became damp at the back of her head. The dark strands stuck to her sweaty neck. Somehow, Kaiou felt comfortable in her high heels. She could do this for the whole day, or night.

When the spanking stopped, Haruka hesitated. Finally, she removed her hands from the hard cooling surface. Haruka went into the living room without looking back. The night was still young. Michiru stalked her, moving like a predator after its prey. Usually, the next day, she could only remember the random, highly sensual scenes.

Bite marks on Haruka’s skin next to the narrow strip of pale blonde hair that ran down her pubis. Her pupils dilated in pain and pleasure. And her long-awaited moans, one after the other, merged into a monotonous ringing that tortured Michiru’s temples.

The strong body hung in the air, surrounded by the sex-slash-torture devices left on the floor. Tenou’s arms and legs were outstretched. Her wrists and ankles were bound together with double ligaments, turning her into a kind of starfish, barely able to move.

Kaiou’s fingers dipped into Tenou’s vagina to the last phalanx. The pad of Michiru’s thumb teased the clit berry hidden in the petals of Haruka’s lower lips. The inside of Haruka’s hips, covered with beads of moisture, trembled with a desire that couldn’t be satisfied at the top speed of the vibrator. And she knew that Michiru could keep her on edge forever.

The smell of skin at the roots of the blonde’s hair. A round metal ring between Tenou’s teeth: saliva pooling in her mouth, trickling down her chin, slowly dripping onto her full chest. Dark nipples squeezed by the weighted clamps trembled as the candle flame came too close to the areola.

A hypnotic glow of fire on the round, flat base of the transparent dragonglass plug inserted into Haruka’s spread anus.

Traces of wax on the fabric of her socks: blue, red, yellow…

The furrows on Haruka’s skin blossomed crimson after the rope was removed.

Haruka arched in a silent scream as Michiru ripped the clamp from her clit at the very end.

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Droplets of secretion, some of which Michiru would find all over her clothes tomorrow. And now Kaiou untied the knots and wrapped Haruka in a warm blanket. Haruka slept for about a quarter of an hour. Michiru cuddled her the whole time. Kaiou’s thoughts shifted to her studio and a new concept she had in mind. It was not the pain or the suffering that inspired her, but the path it paved for the two of them.

Tenou rolled over and opened her sunny green eyes. She made Kaiou smile as she tried to stretch without breaking the embrace. Haruka demanded her morning kiss and Michiru’s pink lips sucked on her lover’s. Kaiou’s tongue was a lick and a tickle. Haruka snorted. Michiru didn’t hold her any longer, and Tenou broke free gently.

Kaiou felt tired. Her clothes were rumpled, her wavy curls dishevelled. Her eyes were the colour of the sea after a storm, and her hands were shaking slightly. Michiru made her way to the bathroom. After Haruka had used it, it was warm and damp.

Kaiou ignored the mess in the living room. Whoever was responsible for it would clean it up later.

Kaiou tried to look as fresh as a fairy after a night in a flower, but she realised it was useless. Dressed in a towel, she went into the kitchen. Haruka served her a cup of green tea and a bowl of unsalted rice. Michiru turned on the radio on the fridge and sat on a stool, one leg under her thigh. The DJ was talking about the weather. Then a cheerful song came on to celebrate the weekend.

Haruka’s bare heel were kicking the chair to the rhythm of the song. Tenou was giving her wife mischievous looks. Michiru was eating her rice. With graceful movements, she was moving the sticks from the bowl to her mouth. Kaiou`s thoughts were filled with the idea of the new painting.

There was no need to apologise to either of them and Michiru wondered if the kisses Haruka had stolen from Usagi were worth the red lines on Tenou’s body.

Michiru was allowed to punish Haruka for cheating. They had agreed on that a long time ago. Tenou preferred to push the flirting to the limit. And she had her safe word to protect herself from being hit too hard. Whenever she felt it was too much, she could stop the torture with her will.

Still, it was as if she simply didn’t want to.

The principles of lust, are burned in your mind…
Do what you want, do it until you find love

Feel your heart beat…

The principles of lust are easy to understand…
Do what you feel, feel until the end
The principles of lust, are burned in your mind…
Do what you want, do it until you find love

Start to move slowly…
Very slowly…

The principles of lust are easy to understand…
Do what you feel, feel until the end
The principles of lust, are burned in your mind…
Do what you want, do it until you find love

Enigma — ‘Principles of Lust (Everlasting Lust)’