“Don’t–ssh, ssh. It’s okay. Don’t fight it. It’s going to feel so good, I promise.” Gina tried to block out Mary’s whispers in her ear, tried to push away Mary’s relentless fingers on her clit, but every time she lost her focus for even a moment, Mary was touching her again. “Just let your mind stop, and listen to your body for a little while.” And Mary’s touches were very good at making Gina lose focus. “Just like that, pretty girl. Listen to your body, listen to me. Listen to the Word of Mistress.”
Gina tried to shake her head, but Mary’s caresses transformed the motion into an unfocused, lolling nod. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I know how you feel. I was the same way when Mistress came to me.” That was… what, last week? When did Mary change like this? When did she dump Ryan and start trying hang out with Gina all alone, ‘just us girls’? Gina couldn’t remember. It seemed so fuzzy, the details melting into pleasure along with everything else as Mary fingered her cunt with a sure and confident ease. Gina realized that she’d stopped struggling. She didn’t remember when that happened either.
“Mistress gave me Her Scripture, Her Sacraments of Pleasure.” Mary’s words were a soft, husky purr in Gina’s ear, her breath sending hot shivers down Gina’s spine. “I have been reborn in Her image, reborn in the devotion to the Gospel of the Flesh. I am carnality incarnate, Gina, and I promise you… if you surrender your will to me, you will be too.” She nuzzled Gina’s neck, raising goosebumps with every feather-light kiss.
“Doesn’t that sound so wonderful?” Gina cooed, thrusting three fingers into Gina’s helplessly soaked folds. “Imagine it, Gina. Imagine being able to do this to any woman, imagine teasing her until she begs to be a horny, mindfucked slut for Mistress. Imagine bringing her, lost in a lust-fogged trance, to lap at the Perfect Cunt and taste Her Sacrament.” Gina’s eyes wouldn’t open, her head was filled with visions of a woman on her knees, her face pushed tightly against another woman’s pussy by an unseen hand. Gina didn’t know who she was in that fantasy. She wanted to be all of them.
“That’s it, that’s right,” Mary said. It was only then that Gina realized she was chanting the word ‘yes’, over and over. “Give in, submit, obey. Surrender to Mistress. Surrender to your desire, and you will receive eternal pleasure between Her thighs. Cum for me and surrender, pet. Cum for me… and surrender. Cum, and surrender to Mistress.”
Gina tried to fight it, then, one last burst of resistance. But when resisting Mistress meant resisting pleasure, she already knew the outcome. And as her eyes opened in a final bleary stare at Mary, she could see on Mary’s face that the other woman knew it too. “Good girl,” Mary said, as Gina’s gaze locked onto Mary’s dark, pitiless eyes. Good girl. Cum.“
With a helpless squeal of bliss, Gina surrendered once and for all.
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