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Looking at Kara and the state she is in is enough to bring a blush to Lena’s cheeks despite the fact that she’s the one responsible for her vulnerable position.
She is currently naked and tied onto her forearms and knees beneath her desk in her office, nothing but a footstool for her mistress as she works.
Blood-red heels dig into her skin, pinning her with so little force that one would wonder why the girl of steel is so inclined to be humiliated and used in such a way, as nothing more than a lifeless piece of furniture, deemed useful until well worn.
It is not the pressure of her mistress's shoes or the wind blowing in from the balcony brushing her nipples that bring her focus. It’s the rope that has been bound between her legs, positioned from a second rope around her waist to thread down and press. Hard.
It is positioned perfectly, bound off as tight as humanly possible to leave her quivering with every slight movement as the jute tightens further against her aching clit. The pressure of it everything and nothing all at once.
Every few seconds, her legs involuntarily shift, making her moan into her gag, her mistress’s panties stuffed inside her mouth and between her teeth, so they sit on her tongue, forcing her to taste her. Lena knows she would never disobey her and spit them out, but it pleases her to see the strip of duct tape across her mouth, taking away her choice.
The muffled sounds of her bound pet make her drip into her expensive skirt, her pussy glistening from how turned on she is from seeing Kara in such a state. She shall have to relieve herself soon, or better yet, have her pet relieve her.
She does actually have work to do, some boring spreadsheets and some paperwork that she has been putting off in favour of spending time with a special someone. Her hands flick through the boring documents, her eyes flickering across the pages, searching for something interesting, but the pages are void of anything so much as in the ballpark of interesting.
Her footstool squirms beneath her, making it impossible to focus, try as she might. Still, she forces her mind to read the words before her, sometimes going over the lines multiple times until she can clearly state that she understands it.
It takes a while to get through the stack, not that she minds in the slightest. Every minute longer it takes is an extra minute of delicious torment for her baby girl to endure. To relish. To crave.
As she reaches the last page of her pile, she uses the toe of her shoe to tap insistently against the rope holding Kara’s delicious cunt hostage, forcing the material against her clit with each precise thump.
When the moans increase in volume, she uses it as the perfect moment for a reminder. Her pet should know better than to interrupt her after all.
“Quiet.”
The strict order is delivered with the heeled foot changing directions to dig into her pert ass cheek with a harsh stab as the other foot is used to tuck beneath the rope just beneath where it attaches to a second piece of rope attached around her hips, tugging upwards to wedge the rope further up into her sore little clit.
The extra pressure makes her cry out once more, leaving Lena with no other option than to punish her for being disobedient.
They both know that Lena did it intentionally, loving her role as mistress and her ever-inventive punishments.
“If you think that I will let you get away with this insolence then you are sadly mistaken, little girl. When I tell you to be quiet, I expect you to listen, and I expect you to listen well.”
Kara’s cheeks flame red with a mixture of arousal and disappointment at disappointing her mistress, even if in her heart, she knows that this is just an act Lena is putting on as an excuse to punish her, just because she can.
Lena pushes her chair back, recoiling away from the body hidden beneath her desk. “I hope you’re ready to suffer all pretty for me.”
Kara is never ready, never has been, and most likely never will be. Still, she will enjoy every second of it and accept everything thrown at her with open arms. Or as open as she can get them with rope entwined around her.
Lena stands out of her chair and kneels down beside her to untie her ankles so she can stand. She helps her up, keenly aware that Kara might struggle after being under there a while. She is never going to be able to think of anything else when she is sitting here trying to do her important CEO work.
With a little bit of help and support, Kara is brought to her feet, the crotch rope still tormenting her as Lena guides her to the window, each step a punishment in itself.
With a hand in her hair, she is guided to exactly where Lena wants her, the corner, right by the window. She pauses a few inches away from it, her breath fogging up the glass from how close she is.
All of a sudden Lena’s front hits her back with force, sending her smacking into the window, the hand in her hair tugging her head back so she doesn’t hit her face. Her nipples cry at the cold sensation that bombards them in a ruthless endeavour.
Only once her body has settled does Lena push her face against the glass, turned to the side and pinned with a palm to the opposite side of her head. “You’re in for it, pretty girl.”
Then the pressure is gone, and her back is cold from her mistress’ absence. She tries to see where she is from her position, peering from the corner of her eye but not daring to move a muscle.
She feels her before she sees her. Or rather, she feels the rope twisting around her ankles again, strapping them together so she can’t move away from the window for fear of falling.
“I want you to look out and watch the city you spend so much time protecting and pray that nobody can see you, a god brought to helplessness by her own wicked needs.”
Kara has been looking for the right word all evening and now Lena has offered it up to her on a silver platter. Helpless.
She has been since Lena so carefully strapped the collar around her neck, double-checking that it wasn’t too tight before sliding open a tiny mechanism on the front to expose a tiny piece of kryptonite, weakening her just the right amount.
Lena had spent weeks calculating the exact amount of kryptonite she would need and designed the perfect collar for her. It’s plain and simple, light blue leather with a simple D ring and the mechanism. Lena measured her neck to fit it to her, and immediately upon completion, she set the ground rule that she and she alone can put the collar on Kara.
She loves the feeling of possessing her, of controlling the woman that should be uncontrollable. Every woman likes to have her ego stroked every once in a while, or every night, as the girl of steel arrives home to call her Mistress.
Kara is now left helpless. Unable to move or to shift Lena’s words from her head. If anyone looks up at the lit office for long enough, they will surely be able to make out her naked form tied before the window. Sure, they won’t be able to see her close enough to make out her identity, but the threat is enough to get her going.
Her slick is dripping around the rope, her quivering legs not helping as her clit is abused so good. Her jaw is starting to ache around the panties and the taste has long since disappeared, but the sentiment is still there, sending heat right to her core.
Kara lets herself get lost in the sexiness of the situation. The feeling of being so completely owned and at the mercy of Lena’s every desire is everything she has ever wished it to be. Every entry she wrote in her diary was a way of experiencing this feeling; now she gets it for real. It’s overpowering.
Her train of thought is halted swiftly when Lena is pressed against her back again, this time naked as the day she was born, save for one thing that Kara is happy to feel. An old friend has come to say hello.
Lena grips her strap-on dildo at the base, whipping it against Kara’s ass cheeks in a sort of spank. “You’ve been a bad girl, and I think it’s time you faced the consequences of your actions, don’t you?”
The rapid nod of Kara’s head is ignored. No matter her answer, Lena is in charge and anything short of her safe word or signal will be ignored in favour of Lena’s own wants and desires.
What Lena desires now is to fuck her little pet, to ram her full until she has pretty little tears running down her pretty little face. She rips the duct tape off her mouth with a swift jerk, then plucks the panties out of her mouth before tossing them aside and grabbing Kara by her chin.
Her lips are quivering from how aroused she is, and her eyes have long since rolled into the back of her head, unable to focus her eyes because of the mess of sensations hitting her vulnerable body. Usually everything would be a dull pressure, but now it’s fireworks against her skin.
She might be addicted to how it feels and how Lena makes her feel.
Lena wastes no time after she removed the choking hazard. “Now it’s time for you to make a noise for me, no words though. You make a single noise that even resembles a word, and I will stop everything, and you won’t be allowed to have my cock inside that greedy pussy of yours for a week.”
It’s delivered with a sharp slap to her ass, reddening the flesh and leaving a fresh flame in its wake. The moan it elicits from Kara is one of pure filth. It’s loud, drawn out and full of flooding arousal.
Lena takes that as her cue and unties the rope around her waist so she can access her molten core and slides the head of her cock into Kara’s tight pussy. Kara tries to open her legs and make room for her so she can draw it in further but the ropes around her ankles make her efforts for naught.
Having her legs pressed in such a way makes the dildo feel huge even though it is her trusty ol’ faithful. Her walls stretch around it marvellously as Lena presses in further and further with an insistent shove.
She can actually feel it opening her up and reaching the very depths of her pussy, hitting spots that she didn’t even know she had and making her feel things she didn’t know she could feel.
She gets barely ten seconds to accommodate the dick fully before Lena is hammering into her. A hand back into her hair to pin her in place, not that she could go anywhere anyway.
“You’re going to come around your mistress’ cock like the good pet I know you can be.” Lena pants into her ear, filling her harshly and pushing her fingers onto Kara’s tortured clit to bring her higher than she’s ever been.
Kara can’t stop the whimpers and moans that fall from her mouth in time with Lena’s thrusts, and she can’t string together any sentences in this state, making it immensely easy to follow the orders that would leave her in a terrible situation if broken.
Each sharp thrust pushes her closer and closer to the edge and her knees start to give out. Lena grips her waist and lowers them down to the floor so they are both kneeling, and she can keep thrusting into her with vigour.
Kara’s head is brought back to rest against Lena’s shoulder. “Look out of the window for me, darling. Look at the city you protect and think about what they would say if they saw you now.”
Kara tries, she really does, but her orgasm washes over her and there’s nothing she can do but ride it out, eyes clenched with the rest of her body. Her pussy still gripping the dildo, trying to keep it inside her for longer.
Lena gives her a moment to come back to reality, her hips slowing until she reaches a full stop, and the dildo is pulled from her centre. “You did such a good job for me, baby. You’re such a good girl.”
It’s time for soft Lena now so kisses are scattered across the side of her face and neck as the knots are being untied to free her arms and then her legs. The ropes are tossed away along with the strap-on from around her waist.
She is quickly embraced again, held in Lena’s soothing arms as she comes down from her high. “I’ve got you.”
The next thing to go is the collar. It is unfastened and the mechanism deactivated so the kryptonite is covered once again with lead. Her strength and power ebbs back into her, making her feel more refreshed than ever.
“How do you feel?”
“Good, the kryptonite didn’t hurt. It just made me weak, just like you thought.” Kara twists her head around so she can look into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend.
Lena smiles softly at her. “I’m glad. I was worried about long-term exposure, but everything went well, don’t you think?”
“It went perfectly, extraordinarily hot. I liked being your footstool.”
“I like having you as my footstool, although it is very hard to concentrate on work with you squirming at my feet so next time, we’ll do it at home.”
Kara chuckles, tired through to her bones. “I did a good job then.”
“You did.”