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She couldn’t help herself.
Her work was all done for the day- nobody was home. No chores or errands needed to be done. Food was in the fridge and her room was clean, as if she was waiting for a guest to come over. But there was no one. And there was absolutely nothing to do.
It was the perfect time to reward herself.
The seclusion of being in her house alone had been enough to make her act. Her heart buzzed alive like a motor engine- her next steps on complete autopilot. She hops out of her bed and helps set the scene- she would never settle for anything less than perfection. The blinds of her windows are adjusted so that no light shone through- curtains closed, and her nightlight on. A soft, warm glow basked the room, and she admires herself- just for a second- in the mirror.
Desperation. It was written all over her body. Her thighs were drawn together, quivering- her clothes rustled. Her hair down and unbrushed. It was the complete opposite of how she usually presented herself- in front of family and people at school and those who looked up to her. She doesn’t care. She was alone and she needed this.
A hand cups her clothed breast, large and plush, a teasing fondle to herself. But she wasn’t stressed- she was needy. Wanting.
Her teeth pull at the skin of her lips, rough from bad habits. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Where does she even start?
Should she fuck herself in front of the mirror? Watch exactly how desperate and pathetic she was? Maybe take out her wand, and use it on the max setting- no, that was too easy…she wanted to savor this, to forget about life for a little while. And she wanted to be comfortable. If she could stretch this session out for at least a couple hours- that’d be enough.
She grabs her phone- but more importantly her earbuds, connecting them. There was only one solution- the same source of satisfaction that she always resorted to.
She wraps herself in her bed, a cocoon of blankets where no one would see the filth of what would happen underneath.
A part of Sandrone did at least hold some sort of self respect, shielding herself in this way. She double checks if her headphones truly were plugged- triple checks if her father’s car was still gone from the driveway, off to his business trip. It wasn’t like she didn’t recognize this to be extremely embarrassing even in her sex-clouded haze. Countless of other adjectives came to mind despite her limited vernacular. Image ruining, if someone were to find out. Humiliating. Completely irrational. Not to mention utterly perverted and shamefully unladylike-
But at the end of the day, she wasn’t a slut. She shared her body with no one but herself. She was a woman with perfectly normal, human needs. And unlike maybe most people, she handled all of these feelings by herself.
There was only one piece of lewd content that she indulged in that made her feel like that was a logical enough assessment. The only thing that she could confidently get off to.
Her phone lights up- momentarily blinding her before she turns down the brightness- as she pulls up a video, a new upload. A point of no return.
[F4F] ♡ Gentle Dommy Moon Goddess helps you edge yourself ♡ | ASMR
If there was a god she believed in, or any source of out-worldly magic out there, perhaps she would’ve begged for an end to all of this- for some kind of force to stop her-
No…fuck it. She wanted to cease her overthinking at once. And that starts now.
She hits play.
‘Mn..?’
‘Ah…you caught me at a good time. I’ve just come back from a visit to the moon. Watching the Earth gently rotate…it’s all so peaceful from up here.’
‘…what was that? Oh? You…missed me?’
A soft giggle was heard from the audio recording. Sandrone’s chest immediately pounded in anticipation…something about the girl’s voice made her heart race pathetically. It felt real- too real. She never…really had a girlfriend before. This was the closest thing she had to that. Some stranger on the Internet who did this for everybody.
And yet, she couldn’t mistake just how it made her feel so, so very special. In this moment, it was a voice that only she was meant to hear.
‘I suppose it can’t be helped. My poor, little dove…what have you been doing all this time without me? Have you been behaving well?’
She pauses, leaving Sandrone to interpret her own response.
No… She answers in her head. After all, nothing about this screamed I’m a straight A student or I’m the perfect daughter that most people would beg to have.
‘…in any case, I’ll let you in on something I’ve been thinking about. Come here…hold my hand.’
She continues, ‘I’d like to arrange a deal with you. If you succumb to my voice…just…the sound of my voice…and listen to everything that I’m about to say…I promise I won’t leave you again. At least…not unprompted. You would have me all to yourself, for as long as you’d need. Would you like that? Can you be a good girl for me, in the small time that we have together?’
Yes. Sandrone mentally responds once again, itching to start. Yes…anything for you.
‘Perfect…oh…I’m so, so very happy that you agreed.’
‘Then, that means that the deal is now sealed. You may have your hand back. I hope you can understand that there’s no turning back. And if you disobey even the slightest command….well, I suppose I’ll just have to have a punishment in order for you.’
She swallows.
She could only imagine what a punishment from her might look like.
‘Let’s get started, shall we? Here…I’ll conjure up a bed for you.’
‘I want you to lay down for me, and get yourself comfortable. Feel the very mattress that lays below you, how it shifts at the weight of your body. Yes…just like that. Take deep breaths…I won’t go easy on you, so you’ll need them.’
After a pause, she comments, ‘…oh my, it seems you aren’t wearing much.’ And Sandrone flushes- because yeah…she wasn’t, really. ‘That’ll make this a lot more…fulfilling. Look at you…you’re already being so good for me. Coming undone by the seams…wondering what your goddess wants to do with you.’
Then…in the most gentlest voice ever, ‘I want to tear you apart. To make you weep, leave you begging for me. Something about seeing you in that state is so…beautiful. Vulnerable. Even now…you’re so pretty. You’re such a pretty, wonderful girl.’
“Hck-…” A hand flies up to Sandrone’s mouth…she was already tearing up. The praises had struck the very center of her core.
Slowly, that same hand lowers. Sliding down….entering inside her undergarments. She couldn’t help it. She loved hearing those words so much.
But her fingers hover over where she desperately needed them the most. She still needed permission.
I’m so…wet…please….
‘Aww…you’re soaked.’ It should’ve been a mock, a direct hit to her ego and wake up call to pull out…but the way she said it had sounded so adoring- like this was exactly what she had wanted…it only fueled her to want to continue even more. ‘Oh, sweetheart….okay…I’ll let you touch yourself to me now. But only…and I mean only…over your panties. Can you do that for me, sweet dove?’
Right…of course she wouldn’t have it so easy.
As asked, she readjusts her hand, slipping it right under her pajama shorts instead. The set of black lingerie she wore was pretty thin in retrospect…so maybe she could make do after all.
She proceeds, her breath hitching at the first contact- a hot blossoming buzz just underneath her fingertip. She had barely moved it- and she already wanted to come.
Her confidence plummets…she didn’t know how in the world she was going to handle this.
And as if to add further insult to injury, ‘No slowing down, and no stopping, either. And absolutely no cumming…not unless I tell you to.’
She was- for the lack of a better word- fucked.
“O-Oh my…fuuu…..-!” Sandrone loses herself completely in the pillow behind her head- free arm shooting up to cover her mouth once more as her body pleaded for an early release, hips weakly meeting her up to where her hand was, even if she wasn’t allowed to…..oh how much she wanted an end to this torture session.
But- ‘Shh…it’s okay…it’ll all be okay…I’ll take good care of you. I promise I’ll make it all worth it, as long as you stay patient with me.’
And- ‘You’re so cute.’
Well, she couldn’t- ‘Please don’t hide your noises, I want to hear you, my love.’
“Nnnh-…aa-a-aah….”
This went on for the next hour.
The high she felt when she was finished- been given the chance to finish- was indescribable.
She never felt more…whole. It was truly an out of body experience- the way a rush of relief flooded her senses…
Her chest rose with steady and slow breaths, reaching a state of complete post-orgasm bliss. She just wanted to lay down like this, collect her thoughts, savor the peacefulness…
But before she could- and in a surge of urgency in sweat-soaked covers, she instead decides to sit up,
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It’s hard to pleasure myself these days without feeling bad about it. But listening to your voice helps me temporarily forget about everything I don’t like about myself, and I don’t think there’s many things or people out there that elicit those same feelings the way you do.
I’ve been following your content for a while now and I’ve binged watched every new release since then. Even if you decide to stop posting some day, I wanted to thank you. You’ve genuinely changed my life.
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Despite knowing her for years, Columbina didn’t have the greatest relationship with the student council president- or at least that’s what any ordinary passerby could assume from observing interactions between the two seniors.
While they shared quite a bit of classes together, bickering had become especially frequent during homeroom. They arrived to that designated classroom before anyone else being quite the early birds, leaving room for the most nonsensical arguments you could probably think of.
…Yes, she believed that even her breathing was enough to set the other girl’s temper off. It really didn’t take much effort to hear such creatively ugly words being passionately thrown at her, but she supposed that was just how some friendships were. Not that she minded…no, not at all. You could say it was one of the main things that made her look forward to going to school.
So imagine Columbina’s surprise when she sees an incredibly touching comment from Sandrone herself on one of her videos the next morning, just…plainly there. For her to read and be left thinking about for the rest of the day. It had left her with many questions- surely one of the most smartest people in the entire school would think to not have such an exposing username when making a post like that? Or- maybe…she had wanted her to know who she was? Even if you could argue that there were probably other girls with the same name- she knew her well enough to recognize her writing style. It was all too specific to be coincidental.
But that didn’t make sense- that was completely out of character…and it would mean she knew it was her channel all along. And that came with several of its own implications…
Suppose there was only one way to find out, right?
“Good morning, Sandrone.”
“Waah-?!” In the middle of catching up on homework assignments, the girl looked up from her own spiral notebook with a split-second startled reaction, not noticing the moment she walked up to her desk- relenting when she realizes who was talking to her. “Oh- it’s you. Geez, Columbina-“ She scoffs, scribbling down one more thing before closing the book shut- putting it away. “I thought you stayed home today, you never get here this late. First period’s just about to start. Ha- let me guess, did you have to bike your way to school this morning with a piece of toast in your mouth, too?”
“No. I was simply…distracted.” She chose her words carefully, clutching something behind her back.
She studies her face…hm…nothing suggested that Sandrone was aware of the sheer mistake she made yesterday. Okay then.
“May I have your hand, by any chance?”
She couldn’t decide if her face scrunched up more in confusion or disgust. “What, why? What a ridiculous request…you’re lucky I’m not getting you in trouble for scaring the class president just now.” She takes it out, anyway- palm facing upwards on her desk. “Well? Hurry up. We literally have no time for your foolishness since you randomly decided to barge in this morning at the very last minute, honestly, you should be thanking me for even-“
Instead of feeling the warmth of human fingers, a piece of loose-leaf ends up in her grasp instead, pressed down onto her hand insistently.
“For you. I’ll know if you have read it or not by the end of the day…I’ll see you later, dear Sandrone. Or not.”
Flashing her a weirdly doting smile- Columbina’s hair moves alongside her as she turns away to sit in her assigned seat.
…what?
How…cryptic…
After staring at it for an inconsiderate amount of time- Sandrone slowly unfolds the puzzling note, what the hell was-?
Meet me in room 3104 at precisely 4 after class. There’s something I want to talk to you about privately…
That’s it? What a waste of notebook paper-
And more importantly, what did she need to talk to her in private for? She had her number. If she had a problem or concern she could just-
…ugh, whatever. There was no other way to go about this, was there? In every sense of the word, this was odd. Even for Columbina. So for her own…sake- she’ll go…just to appease her curiosity.
As the eighth and last period closes out for the day, she anxiously gets up from her seat- only one destination in mind.
Why did she have a bad feeling about this?
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After taking a flight of stairs and rummaging through a side of the building that she’s never even been in before- she finally makes it.
She looks back at the note one last time- just in case.
Yep…this was room 3104. She made sure to arrive just on time too- not a minute too early and not a minute too late. Exactly as Columbina asked.
For some reason, she feels…hesitant about all this. But why? There was nothing to be nervous about- just one little conversation about whatever and she’ll call a cab to get home- immediately take a shower, do homework, eat- all that stuff.
She glances around first, both to her left and to her right as if she had been crossing a busy road- seemed like coast was clear, meaning no one was around to ask questions. There was no reason not to go.
4:01.
She lets out one final, frustrated sigh- swinging open the vacant classroom’s door- “This better not be something stupid Columbina, or I swear I’ll-“
She stops dead in her tracks.
Perched up on one of the desks was the aforementioned girl- one leg crossed over the other as she looked at her with anticipation, a dangerous glint under the soft purple tones of her eyes.
“You came.”
“I…did- You…told me to?” She closes the door behind her with a foot- setting down her book bag cautiously.
What the hell..? Why is she acting so?-
“Care to explain yourself? If you don’t tell me what your deal is in the next second I- I’m leaving-!” She threatened, feeling extremely uneasy. Why did she look so- she didn’t know- hungry-??! She felt like she was being preyed on right now!
Columbina hops down, light footsteps slowly making their way towards her. “…a little birdie told me you’ve been…quite naughty, recently.”
“Hah-? What the hell are you talking about, Columbina?? What is that even supposed to mean!”
“Oh I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about.” Her steps catch up to her- and suddenly Columbina was barely an inch away- backing her into a desk, forcing Sandrone to half-sit on it with no where else to go. She had been caught in her web.
Columbina then leans in sinisterly, whispering into her ear. “My sweet, needy, little dove…surely it hasn’t taken you this long to recognize my voice?”
A hitched gasp escapes Sandrone’s mouth before she could help it.
Oh. Oh no.
She was…it was her?
“…Columbina…I-“ She didn’t know how to feel about this- embarrassed? Aroused? Should she push her away- never talk to her classmate again knowing that she had been touching herself to her for months?? And liked it so much so that she craved it???
Her knees buckled- now completely sat on the desk- completely submitting to where she had her cornered. No…she had to stay on high alert. Who knew what her intentions were? “What do you want…you’re less stupid than you make yourself out to be. You know this is perfect blackmail material, don’t you? What do I have to do for you to not tell anyone about this?”
“Hm? I gain nothing from doing such a thing.” She dismisses- but then? What was the purpose of all of this? “But I guess I wanted to know…everything you said in that message…was it really true? Furthermore- is it still true after discovering it was me all along?”
Great. That was two questions she didn’t want to answer. And even if she had wanted to, the latter was something…she was still processing. “If you’re not going to use this as some kind of blackmail, then I have no obligation to answer. Can you let me go now-“
“I think you do.” She confidently cuts her off. “If you admit to me your honest feelings…we never have to speak about this again. Whether or not you decide to continue watching my content after today is up to you, and I won’t bother you at all about it anymore. But if you choose to run away…my curiosity will continue to eat at me, and you won’t hear the end of it. You wrote that comment because you wanted to show your gratitude to me, didn’t you? You don’t just do that with anyone.”
“I-I…” Well…that was something easier to admit- it was obvious. She was completely right. “Yes…I did. Is that so wrong? I had no idea I was talking to you. I didn’t even post it publicly.”
Like a detective trying to get a criminal to confess to their crime, Columbina continues- her luring stare only amplifying. She was a step in the right direction. She would just need a little more. “Alright. So if you made that comment with full intentions of it reaching to me, even if you didn’t know it was me…you meant it. Every single word.”
As expected, she was met with silence.
Leaning into her ear again, she kept putting on pressure, fully optimistic that she’d eventually give in. “Sandrone~…tell me.” A hand settled beside her, inches away from the short pleated skirt of her school uniform, enjoying the way she felt her shudder as warm breath struck her. “Think about what I said. You really want me to be more annoying than you already find me?”
“S-Stop doing that! You’re- you’re…!”
“Is it working?” In her mind- she already answers yes. She was squirming around…but it wasn’t like she had made any moves to push her away. In fact…it seemed like she had been responding pretty well to the hold on her thigh.
“I…! I want you to leave me alone.” Another lie. “You’re…impossible…” Frustrated, surrendering eyes met hers, so, so close to giving up…
But Columbina catches the way her legs, ever so slightly, pull in to each other, as if trying to hide something.
Where Sandrone failed to communicate with words, her body language spoke for her instead.
So my voice really does have an effect on her…
“Humor me for a minute?” She verbally tries again, a deceptively simple request. ”That’s all I ask…San-dro-ne~”
“Augh! Just what do you want to hear exactly?!” She sputters, parts of her glass walls finally cracking from pure aggravation. “Yes, it was me! Yes, I meant it, everything! You already know that, you dumb idiot!”
“I want you to tell me in person.” She specifies. “All those words. Everything that you think of me. What exactly is ‘it’? You’re only able to admit it because you’re distancing yourself from what you actually told me yesterday.”
She huffed, “Are you serious?! We’re on school grounds! That’s- embarrassing! You can read, can’t you? I-I already-….hhu…”
Columbina couldn’t help but come out of character for a moment, giggling at how adorably innocent and stubborn she was- she just couldn’t help it. Sandrone was so, so cute. She almost didn’t mind the little game they were playing right now. “Why did you think I went the extra mile of getting us alone like this? An empty hallway. No clubrooms or afterschool activities nearby…just you and I. These are thoughts only I want to hear. If you even so much as screamed right now- it would reach no one’s ears but mine. I made sure of it.”
Sandrone swallows uncomfortably. She was being so hot right now and she hated it. She didn’t even know Columbina of all people could be so dominant until literally just less than ten minutes ago-
“So…will you give me what I want? Now’s your chance to thank me personally for all that I’ve done for you…in exchange for me leaving you alone about this, and us returning back to our normal lives, as if nothing ever happened.”
Sandrone lets out a shaky exhale-
…fine.
One minute. She just had to get everything off her chest for one minute.
She…wasn’t a scaredy cat. She was an adult. She could talk about these sorts of things.
“…I-…masturbate. To your voice.” She starts with. “I-I don’t know when it started…maybe around winter time, just a few months ago. I just wanted an aid to listen to while I…do it- as my thoughts can get really loud and annoying…so- that’s when I stumbled across your channel. I never tried listening to ASMR before but I figured it was worth a shot, I hate reading and I hate watching pornography. I literally tried everything. But…before I knew it, now I…can’t touch myself without it.”
“You’re addicted to me?” She asks breathlessly, fascinated. “Am I really the only person you listen to?”
“D-Don’t phrase it like that!” She feels herself beat in two different places- addicted…she was so addicted. But it was so hard to admit. Was it really Columbina that got her specifically feeling this way? “But….yes. I tried listening to other girls but they weren’t you. Take that for what you will.”
I’m wet. I’m so wet. She’s so close to me. Is that all? Is she satisfied yet? I can’t take this-
“C-Columbina…” her voice goes soft, melting and pleading for-…something. She didn’t know. All she could focus on was the sensation of her hand inches away from her aching self…it felt like her skin was burning off from where she was touching it. “I-I did it. Okay? You got what you wanted.”
“Mm…sorry…” she apologizes, “I was simply imagining you in your bedroom listening to me. It makes me happy that I mean so much to you. I wonder if after today, you’ll moan my name now instea-“
“Columbina! S-Stop!!!” She tries to push her against her shoulders-
But to her surprise, Columbina actually leans away, stepping back.
She admires her work…a simple confrontation had left the class president so…hot and bothered. Her skirt spilled in between her thighs from where her legs were spread apart in anticipation- face flushed the most beautiful shade of rose…she was even beginning to smell a bit of Sandrone’s musk. Was she only wearing panties today..?
Columbina smiles sweetly, hands folding over each other in a relaxed, respectful position. “Thank you…I’ll leave you be to get home now. That’s all I needed to know.”
Sandrone bites back a whimper- the most pathetic expression on her face. “W-Wait…you’re…you’re really going to leave me here like this? After all of that? What…what is wrong with you?”
She tilts her head, feigning ignorance. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Well-! Yeah….but….” Sandrone holds back her tongue…but that action alone made it immediately clear what she truly desired.
Columbina’s lips twitch upwards.
“Should we go to your place or mine?”
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Distance between the academy and her house went by like a blur.
Sandrone doesn’t know how it happened- but she ends up with Columbina on her bed, the two girls sat on their knees- staring at each other as to who would make the first move. Her heart hammered in her chest as she remained on the edge of the bed, the room's dim light casting soft shadows over the rumpled sheets. Columbina was right across from her, close enough that Sandrone could feel the warmth radiating from her body- smelling the faint floral scent of her skin mixed with something sweeter, more intoxicating.
Sandrone's fingers twisted in her lap, her usual composure cracking under the weight of anticipation and nerves.
Countless of thoughts went through her mind, of course, ones like- “…you should go home. I’m just- wasting your time.”
“Mmmm?” Columbina looked at her with a tiny pout, something shimmery in her hands. “Do you not want to proceed? I’ve sensed your nervousness ever since we closed the door…it has me worried. I don’t want you to commit to something that puts you at such unease.”
An exit. If Sandrone wanted to back out- she could. She just had to say the word.
But little did she know she had the complete wrong idea.
“…t-that’s not it.” She decides- no…she wanted this. She craved something like this for so long- in fact, she should be the one thanking her for even giving her a chance…she was- or rather- Columbina was exactly where she wanted her to be. “I’m just…I-I’m…”
“A virgin?” She completes her thought- to which Sandrone reluctantly nods, grateful to have to not be the one to say it. “It’s okay.” She reassures her in a gentle mummer, a hand finding its way over hers. “I am too.”
Her eyes widened in pure shock- there- there was no way. “W-What? But- but you..! How the hell do you sound so convincing in your videos, then?! You talk like it comes second nature to you!”
She giggles. “Because it does. I haven’t really done anything like this before…I just enjoy reading novels. I try to adapt what I know into my work.”
So those books she keeps in her bag to read during downtime… “All this time…you’ve been reading smut during class.”
“Yes. Lesbian erotica, to be exact. I recently picked up this fantasy series that I haven’t been able to put down…”
A sigh, “…that explains a lot.” She clears her throat- “So then…I-I mean…I guess that makes me feel less…intimidated. We both have no idea what we’re doing. Let’s start.”
And hopefully I don’t think too hard about how this makes us both of each other’s first times.
She brightens up, “Okay. But first- we’ll need a safe word. Any ideas? It can be something simple.”
She tries to think of something- literally anything.
…but her cat is the only thing that comes to mind. “Pulonia.”
“Okay. Pulonia.” She finally lifts up the blindfold hidden in her lap- stretched out by her hands. It was a lacy piece of glittery white fabric that makes her heart skip one too many beats for its…naughty implications. “And…do you consent to having this put on you?”
“W-Why do you have to be so formal about it?” She had that on her this whole time?! “Yes- it’s fine. You can do whatever you want to me, touch me however you want- I already agreed to have sex with you. If you do something I don’t like- which I doubt- that’s what the safe word is for.”
“Mm…good to know.” She hummed- “One last thing, if I may?”
“…what is it?”
“Take your hair down for me,” Columbina whispered, her fingers already reaching for the pins holding Sandrone's braid and bun in place. One by one, they came loose, dark strands tumbling over Sandrone's shoulders in a wild cascade.
Her breath caught at the way Columbina admired her.
“You’re gorgeous…” she sweetly mutters, scooting closer to her- finally wrapping the lace over her eyes- being mindful of not trapping or pulling on any hairs. “I can’t wait to ruin you…”
Oh god. “Stop drooling over me-…I-I just-….it’s just hair.”
Slowly, her world plunges into darkness. Every sound amplifies as a result- the rustle of the bed, Columbina's soft hum of approval…her cheeks flush heavily as she takes in the action.
She was going to die here, wasn’t she? This was her quite literal deathbed. The anticipation as to what this girl might do to her…hell- she still couldn’t believe that this was happening in the first place. Columbina somehow managed to be both so timid yet so dominant- when she could’ve sworn the only word she could use to describe her in the past was annoying.
“Is that okay? It’s not too bothersome, is it?” Fuck. Not being able to see anything made her voice so much more prettier- more apparent…a sweet melody to her ears. No wonder she had picked to role-play as a goddess…she was god damn good for the part.
“No- I…like it. Um…what…now?” Her words wavered…it was hard to keep up her usual attitude feeling utterly defenseless like this.
“I’m not telling~ It would defeat the whole purpose of the blindfold, wouldn’t you think?” Hands reposition at her collar- and suddenly she felt her shirt getting unbuttoned- fingers cool and deliberate…her heart racing almost painfully at the fact of oh my god. This was really happening. “You’ll just have to find that out for yourself…you can do that, can you?”
“Aah…m-mmhm..” Her button-up falls off her shoulders- the air kissing her skin as it does so- revealing her bra. Her breasts heaved with each shallow breath…she wore a simple pair today. Cream-colored with a small frill trim and bow on center.
So cute…her boobs are nicer than mine. “Can you lay down for me?” A careful hand rested on her stomach, gently pushing. “It’ll make this easier on the both of us.”
“Eeh- what…what are you going to do to me..?” She compiles- Columbina guiding her to lean back, readjusting herself so that her head aligned with her pillow. “How…how are you…”
“Shhh…don’t worry…you’ll get the princess treatment you desired for oh so long. I’ll treat you right…make it so that our names are the only thing you remember.” She cooed, enjoying the way Sandrone was already squirming.
Arms splayed out as vulnerability washed over her. Blindfolded, she couldn't see Columbina's gaze devouring her, but she felt it- an almost physical touch tracing her curves.
Columbina's hands roamed next, starting at Sandrone's ankles and sliding upward, pushing her skirt higher.
Her panties were perfect. Lacy. Ruined. The damp spot that she had caused earlier was only growing... “It’s so cute how easy you are…” Her hand moves to her inner thigh, jerking them apart so she could could get a better view.
“Then-!” she gasped- hips bucking towards nothing- “D-Do something about it!”
“Mm…” She pretends to think about it... “Not yet.”
“…w…what? Why…eegh…” The squirming only worsens- “B-Bina…please…I-I want to…I need…”
“So noisy. Take them off.” She gently coaxes her. “I won’t touch you just yet…not until you prove to me that you’ve earned it.”
Knowing that there was no use arguing back- reluctantly, she hooks her fingers over the waistband of her panties- pulling them down. Gracefully, Columbina helps her- moving it inch by torturous inch…until they slipped off her legs- tossing the garment aside.
Now bare from the waist down, Sandrone’s pussy stared at her- throbbing in the open air, folds already slick and swollen, her clit peeking out erect and begging for attention. A trickle of wetness seeped from her entrance, threatening to soak the sheets beneath her.
('Stop judging it…' Sandrone thought, heat flooding her face even in the dark.)
('I'm not,' Columbina replied softly, though Sandrone hadn't spoken aloud. Or had she? The line blurred in her haze.)
Columbina's eyes lingered on the glistening slit, the way Sandrone's inner thighs quivered. She traced a fingertip along the outer lips, parting them just enough to expose the pink, drenched core. “So wet for me already,” she purred. “Such a pretty, pathetic girl…look at how much I was able to do to you with mere words.”
“Please….please-“ Her noises heightened, hips continuing to blindly meet with the air.
Columbina chuckled, low and amused. “Patience.” She gathered some of the slick on her fingers, bringing them up to Sandrone's lips. “Taste yourself. Lick it clean. I want you to see what I’m talking about.”
“H-Huh?” The girl underneath her squeaked. “But that’s-…mm….aah….”
Sandrone's tongue darted out hesitantly at first, then more eagerly, doing it anyway- the salty-tangy flavor of her own arousal coating her mouth. She sucked on Columbina's fingers, tongue carefully lathering over each digit, the wet pop echoing when she released them. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching emptily.
So much…this much was down there? But she didn’t even touch me yet…am I really that pathetic?
“How is it?” Columbina asked, her voice laced with curiosity and command, watching the way in which Sandrone's body reacted. As expected…even the mere act of putting on a show for her got her excited.
“Good…mmf…..really…good….” Sandrone mumbled around the lingering taste, her voice muffled and needy.
Her hand crept up to her thigh again, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave faint marks. “Hehe…think you can touch yourself for me? Show me what you do when you listen to me.” Her nails grazed higher, stopping just short of where Sandrone burned. “I want to watch. You left me much too curious after our little talk, my beloved. My imagination can only go so far.”
She’ll take any excuse to feel something, even if it’s by her own will. She knew Columbina knew as much…how much she didn’t care about how dirty she looked if it meant she’ll get a chance to chase her orgasm.
She quickly gets to it, not wasting any time. Sandrone's hand trembled as she slid it down her stomach, fingers brushing the trimmed patch above her mound before delving between her legs. Her protruding clit was quite easy to feel for, her pointer finger circling around it in a satisfying cycle- slow circles at first, before turning into firmer strokes. A series of soft whines escaped her mouth as she completely lost herself once more under the blindfold- one finger and she quite easily regains the wetness she had before…
“That's it,” Columbina encouraged, her steady breaths growing heavier as the hand on her thigh keeping her legs pried apart. “Faster. Show me how you fuck yourself thinking of me.”
She felt Columbina's eyes on her, intense and unyielding like a predator savoring the hunt of their prey as she rubbed her ache faster, faster. Her pussy flutters- walls clenching as her own finger continued to invade the intense sensitivity of her-
“C-Columbina…” A trembling voice came to fruition once more. “I’m going to…-“
One second. That's all it would take.
But Columbina's hand shot out, prying Sandrone's wrist away mid-stroke, holding it suspended in the air. Wet fingers glistened in the darkness Sandrone couldn't see-
She couldn’t finish.
“I didn't say you could come.” The bed creaked as Columbina shifted. Sandrone then felt the cool slide of fabric against her skin- a white ribbon, materialized from god-knows-where. It looped around her wrists, pulling them above her head and tying them securely to her bed’s headboard in a neat bow. The restraint bit just enough to sting, immobilizing her, her breasts straining against her bra with each futile tug.
Columbina leaned in close, her breath hot against Sandrone's ear. “Now you're mine to play with. There’s no going back.”
“-!”
Losing her vision was one thing, but losing her complete ability to move…
Her breathing goes shallow- she had no where to go. Columbina could do anything she wanted to her, and she had no choice but to accept it. This was her new reality, for however long she sees fit.
“Do you like this? May I…continue?” She asked in a genuine matter, but also somewhat unsure…it seemed that the girl’s sudden burst of confidence had been completely spontaneous- going only with what felt right in the moment.
Sandrone's breath hitched, her body still humming with insistent need. Of course she wanted her to continue- she wanted this suffering to end…
She nodded, though the blindfold hid her pleading eyes, whispering, “Yes...please.”
With permission granted, Columbina shifted lower, her body sliding down Sandrone's form until her face hovered just above the slick heat of her pussy. The warmth of her breath ghosted over the exposed folds, making Sandrone shiver.
She had stalled for a second far too long. Was she going to eat her out? What…what was she planning on doing?
Before her mind could continuing racing, a melody then pierced the air- Columbina's whistling, soft and melodic like a songbird's trill. Each note carried a puff of cool breath that ghosted over Sandrone's exposed clit, the air currents teasing the swollen nub with feather-light strikes. It was torture, exquisite and unrelenting- the vibrations humming against her sensitive flesh, building pressure without any sense of mercy. Sandrone's hips jerked involuntarily, what the fuck?! There was no way she was trying to-!
The whistling intensified, notes rising and falling in a teasing rhythm. The agony twisted into something inevitable- her orgasm crashed through her, ruined and hollow, her pussy spasming on empty air. No friction, no fulfillment…just the echo of pleasure being denied its full bloom.
Columbina's whistle faded into a satisfied hum, her lips curving into a contented smile that Sandrone couldn't see but could feel in the shift of the air.
But she wasn't finished- not even close. With deliberate slowness, Columbina gripped Sandrone's knees and forced her legs apart as wide as they could go, the skirt bunching up around her waist like a forgotten veil. Sandrone gasped at the forced exposure, her bound wrists tugging uselessly against the ribbon.
Before she could protest, Columbina leaned down, her mouth descending on Sandrone's overstimulated clit as she gets lost under the little clothing she still had on. She sucked it in with a wet, insistent pull, tongue flicking the tip while her lips sealed around it- pleased hums coming with each lick. “Swo…tasty…”
Sandrone cried out, the sensation overwhelming. “Hhnggh-!! It's too much! Columbina, please- ah!” Even as her body arched off the bed- Columbina didn't relent, the vibrations of her humming sending shocks through Sandrone's core.
The pressure built impossibly fast, her walls squeezing tight, and then she shattered- squirting hard- hot fluid gushing from her pussy to soak Columbina's face and chin, dripping down her neck in glistening trails.
Panting, Sandrone sagged against the sheets, every nerve alight. Then, cool fingers brushed her face, and the blindfold slipped away. Light flooded her vision, blurry at first, sharpening on Columbina's gaze- bright, hungry eyes locking onto hers. Columbina's skin gleamed with Sandrone's release, her lips shiny and swollen, a few strands of hair matted to her forehead.
Without a word, Columbina surged forward, her hand cupping Sandrone's jaw and forcing her mouth open. Their lips crashed together, Columbina's tongue thrusting inside, slick with the taste of Sandrone's own cum. Sandrone whimpered into the kiss, the flavor flooding her senses- salty, musky, intimate- as Columbina explored every inch of her mouth possessively.
Breaking the kiss just enough to breathe, Columbina's fingers trailed down, two digits plunging straight into Sandrone's soaked pussy without warning. She curled them hard, pumping in and out with ruthless precision. “Take it,” Columbina murmured against her lips, voice husky. “I want you broken for me.”
Sandrone's cries- real, actual cries- muffled into another kiss as the fingers scissored wider, stretching her, pushing her toward the brink again.
Finally, as Sandrone hovered on the edge of another climax, Columbina withdrew her fingers, slick and shining.
She kisses her cheek to announce the end of their session, untying her hands and laying her head comfortably on her chest.
Her heart is beating so fast…she must feel so loved.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and adoration, enjoying how fucked out her beloved classmate looked. “Aw…you did so well for me, dearest Sandrone. So, so good…I’m impressed you had all of that in you. Would you like an autograph? I’ll give it to you in the form of a mark on your body.”
Sandrone blinked through the haze and her leftover tears, nodding weakly. “Y-yes...just make it somewhere no one else can see. We have class tomorrow…”
Columbina's smile turned wicked. She leaned down, lips brushing the soft skin just below Sandrone's breast, still hidden beneath fabric. Her mouth latched on, sucking hard, teeth grazing as she marked the flesh with a deep, blooming hickey- her ‘signature’, purple and possessive.
Pulling back, she admired her work, kissing over it to complete it. “…our little secret?”
“Yes,” Sandrone breathed, the sting mingling with lingering pleasure, sealing their shared moment of vulnerability together.
Hands meet up around her back, pulling her in. “Thank you, Columbina…”
˚₊‧꒰ა 🎧ྀི ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Back at a certain sound booth within her home, Columbina slips on her headphones- performing a few mic tests, as she always did before starting. On her computer was her video editing software, as well as the script for her next video.
With a certain face in mind, she hits record.
“I knew you’d be back for more.”