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Cages and Cuffs
(Amber Cove)

So, she was here again.



She thought back, trying to figure out how she had got here. The last thing she remembered was absolute ecstasy at the hands of 'Zarina' - her Mistress. She remembered feeling the beginnings of an almighty orgasm wracking her body.



Damn, she figured, I must have passed out. Fuck. She always hated to miss out on the orgasms her Zarina offered her so rarely.



She knew where she was, of course. The basement. She wasn't sure why, yet, but she'd know soon enough.



Twenty minutes passed, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Just as she was in the middle of a rather graphic fantasy about Zarina, the door opened suddenly and the light was flicked on. Her eyes burned while they adjusted to the light.



"Good evening, little one."



She looked up at her then, stuck breathless by the very sight of her. "Good evening, Zarina," she replied, almost in a whisper.



"Have a good sleep?"



"Yes, I suppose so, Zarina, but - did I pass out?"



She laughed. "Yeah, you did."



She hung her head in disappointment. She approached her, standing in front of her, surveying her naked body. Then, she tilted her head back, stared into her eyes, and kissed her. She kissed her back eagerly, feeling the arousal begin to spread throughout her body. She moved yet closer to her, pressing her back further against the cold of the wall. She continued to kiss her, pressing hard into her, running her hands along her smooth skin. Her tongue wrestled with hers as her hands slid down her body, finally reaching her destination. She slipped three fingers inside her, and she broke the kiss, gasping.



She laughed at her, then, and continued to finger fuck her. She was vaguely aware of the pain in her arms, the cuffs cutting into her wrists, but mostly she was focussed on the feelings Zarina was allowing her. She quickened her pace, watching her as she began to thrash and writhe against the wall. She noticed that the restraints were now drawing blood, but she knew she wouldn't feel it 'til later. She wrapped her legs around her, drawing her closer to her. She removed her fingers from her, seeing her slump with disappointment. Keeping her legs wrapped around her and holding her with one hand, she reached up with her free hand and released first one restraint, then the other. She cried out as her arms fell by her sides, the blood rushing back to her numbed limbs. She carried her in this fashion up the stairs, out of the basement to her bedroom, where she lay her on the bed. She looked up at her, with those big green eyes, her long, synthetically red hair fanned out around her head.