Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2021 09:10:54 -0400
From: Sutreaux TheXIsSilent <sutreaux@gmail.com>
Subject: Over Processing (lesbian authoritarian)

Over Processing
by sutreaux

"I've been trying to tell you, I think this one is a keeper. Or you know,
at least enjoy it before your attachment system wigs and suddenly you don't
remember her name."

"Hey! Okay okay, yes, I know you know me, I'm always over-processing,
but--"

"Well can you at least over-process the sex part and not just the
oh-shit-is-this-a-feeling part?"

"Ahaha I know what you're here for."

"I mean, I love you, I LOVE all your feelings. But let's get on with it, ya
know? I don't have all day."

"So it was like--"

"--but for real though, I would listen all day if you make it really
juicy."

"Dude. Are you gonna let me tell you or what?"

"Yes, sorry, you're so right, I'm all ears."

"Soooo it was like, way past my bedtime, so I was a little fuzzy, but you
know, semi-professional dom or whatever, had to get my face together. So I
stalled a little bit, and had her, like, edge herself before coming over,
sending her some sexts, you know, you know..."

"Seriously babe, you're going to have to be wayyyyy more specific."

"--"

"Okay sorry, my bad, listening."

"Yeah but you're right... I know I should be generous and spell out all the
nasty details for you, my pervy little boo."

"Oh thank you kind sir for bestowing us with your smutty stories, we poor
undersexed peasants are starved for your luscious table scraps."

"Alright simmer down. Anyyyyyyway. So I like to edge this one, or rather
she fucking loves it and I love how she is for me when she's so twisted up
and needy. So the other night, I told her to jack herself off with this
particular vibrator I know she loves, face down on her bed, hands behind
her back, rubbing her clit against the vibe. I told her to wear sexy
underpants for me while she did it. I warned her that they'd be totally
trashed later, but I expected them to be soaked and slicked to her cunt by
the time she made it to me. And that definitely under no circumstances was
she allowed to come without permission."

"Ahh fuck that's hot. Did she obey though?"

"Of course she did. She sent me a voice recording of her panting to prove
it. Plus I could tell by her flush when she got to my place, plus the state
of her hair, and then there was the state of her unders..."

"Ah, of course, I forget you're a semi-professional."

"Ay fuck you."

"Yeah yeah yeah you wish, keep going."

"I'm fucking trying! Anyway, while she's jacking off, and I'm getting my
place together, I'm sexting her too. Telling her to remember to be a good
slut for me so she can earn her rewards. Pictures of her ass striped with
my belt and her pussy swollen and dripping. The stuff like, `I know you are
going to make yourself so hot and wet and swollen for me' stuff, lots of
encouraging but also chiding, `what a slut you are,' you know. A photo of
rope digging into her upper thigh. Oh this one picture that I made her send
me once, of her sucking her fingers after she jacked off for me in the
parking lot at her work. Shit I love that picture."

"Shiiiiiiiit. You are so good at this. I wish you could show me the picture
-- I know, I know, confidentiality, privacy, blah blah blah. I'll just have
to imagine it. In a lot of detail."

"Hahah you do that babe. So I finished cleaning the kitchen -- I knew I
wanted to fuck her on the kitchen counter because she has this thing about
cleanliness or propriety or whatever -- and she finally buzzes my door. She
has a protocol. Step in, eyes down, shoes off, kneel, wrists crossed behind
back, chest forward. That night I stopped her midway. She was already
wobbly, reeking of sex and a little jittery, but changing the protocol
really threw her off. She was wearing this stretchy soft dress, not quite
constricting but tight enough that the skirt wouldn't fall again once I
pushed it up.

"I told her to put her palms on the entryway table. There's a mirror
mounted on the back of that table, so she's suddenly not quite looking at
herself, complying almost impressively well with the rule to keep her eyes
down. But I caught her sneaking a look, wide-eyed, locking eyes with
herself briefly before noticing me noticing her.

"Of course I had to punish her for that. I gripped the back of her neck,
bending her all the way forward til her face was resting on the tabletop,
and her ass was in the air, about level with my crotch. And I was right
there behind her, lifting her hips just a little and pressing mine right up
against her cunt. Right up against her soaked panties, stretched across her
tender, inflamed pussy lips. She almost cried out, but knows her manners,
so it came out something like a gasp, something like a sob."

"Daaaaaaamn dude. This is so fucking hot. Were you strapped?"

"No -- I had my harness ready, but no cock. Plus I was still punishing her
for peeking in the mirror. So I was only pressed up against her briefly,
then I pulled back. Ran my palms down the backs of her thighs, then back
up, pushing her skirt up so I could see the blue mesh trim of her unders
pasted to her pussy lips. I put my face real close and inhaled her. I love
her scent. And I could almost feel her pulse pounding through her, then I
exhaled, tickling her clit and lips with the heat of my breath. She knew
better than to reach towards me, but I watched her cunt clench and open
involuntarily, inviting me in. I didn't fully take the bait, but I couldn't
really resist either.

"So I was digging my fingers into the skin right outside of her cunt lips,
and pulling them apart, so her underwear got caught in her inner lips,
sheared right up against her clit, drawing another gasp-sob from her. I let
my fingertips find the opening of her cunt, but through her unders, pushing
firmly against the fabric but still just barely dipping inside
her. Insistently, but barely. She was so turned on and sensitive that I'm
hoping she could feel the texture of the fabric inside her cunt. And at the
same time it was stretching the rest of the fabric, making the mesh and
seam slide over her clit. She shuddered hard, and arched like a cat,
pulling my fingers just a little deeper inside her."

"If this is your idea of a punishment, I can't wait to hear about the
reward."

"Hold on, we're just getting to that part. So there I was, two or maybe
three fingertips inside her, pressing against and into her through her
fancy sexy panties. And then suddenly I pulled out, rotated my wrist and
dragged the backs of my fingers down her clit. And then I made her wait
there."

"Fuck that is cold!"

"No, exactly not -- she was burning up. Throwing off waves of heat and
energy. She bit into her forearm to keep from screaming, or maybe cursing
me. Shivering, all over her body, radiating out from her cunt. But I just
left her there, stewing in it. So desperate she was basically humping the
air, trying to get some sensation from the fabric, or maybe even trying to
reach me. I didn't leave her there that long, though I'm sure it felt like
forever.

"When I got back, I laid out the balls in front of her. Ben wa balls, kegel
balls, whatever you call them. I don't really use them for whatever
bullshit `strengthening' thing, but some people really love the stretch and
constant movement of being filled with them. These ones are beautiful,
stainless steel, the dark blue of porcelain, carved with patterns. About
the size and a little heavier than like, a small plum.

"I asked her how many she thought she could take. She said two at first,
but when I didn't respond she corrected herself to three. I said I thought
three minimum, but I'd follow her lead."

"Damn. DAMN."

"The first one was quick. I'd pulled her panties to the side and
deliberately fumbled my fingers and the ball against her while she tried to
find the right angle to pull either of them inside her. I loved watching
her cunt shake and reach, she was almost whining but managing to stay
quiet. I had my other hand on her lower back and ass, and moved my thumb to
her asshole.

`I'd given her another target to reach for, and I could feel her
frustration peaking, almost beyond her arousal. I decided to take some pity
on her, she'd been wanting it for so long with nothing to fill her deep,
hot need, so I firmly slid the ball into her cunt, sliding it deep up
against her cervix.

"I wasn't quick in pulling my fingers out, but let her clench around me
first. Annnnd maybe I slid them back in and out once or twice, you know,
just checking that the ball was sitting right."

"Right right, very innocent, very good service."

"And that's the moment that I realized, Oh I'm so fucked."

"Ahaha you caught a feel! Following in the glorious footsteps of many
queers before you, you slip into their cunt and they slip into your warm,
tight, gooey heart."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever happened, it's definitely outside the bounds of
the initial agreement we made -- she does my bookkeeping and I dick her
down once a week. And like, yeah, we can talk about it, but I don't fucking
want to!"

"What are you talking about? You LOVE talking about your feelings. And
direct communication. So what do you mean you don't want to?"

"Just like... I'm the top! I'm the butchier one! I shouldn't be the one
catching the feelings first."

"Ohhh it's the patriarchy."

"Fuck. Yes. I know. I know intellectually it's internalized
whatever-the-fuck. But I still feel icky about it, ya know?"

"Definitely. I do know, and I have lots of compassion for your
experience. And also, now I'm the one being edged over here. Maybe we could
finish the sexy story and then I can ask you probing, loving questions
about every feeling you've ever felt?"

"Yes, right, my bad.

"So where was I? She's bent over the hallway table, I just put one ball
inside her, and was loving the feeling of her cunt. She's trying to clench
around me and I'm teasing her, fucking her a little bit, also maybe having
one or two emotions."

"Right, a very butch, very dominant quantity of emotions. Of course."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Please fucking tell me what happens next."

"Another ball, of course. This one faster, while she was still adjusting to
the first one. I wanted to make her beg for the third one, so I moved
quickly with the second one -- so she'd be craving the feeling of being
stretched and a little overwhelmed."

"Fuck, you are a sex artist."

"Thank you so much. She gasped as the second ball went in, but took it
easily, and was very gracious when I made her thank me for it."

"I bet she was."

"Quite. And then I walked away."

"Wait what? Like in a sauntering, sexy way?"

"Honestly I'm not sure she would've noticed if I'd crab walked away. She
was pretty distracted. But yes, I'm sure I sauntered. I sultry sauntered in
fact, over to the kitchen, leaned against the counter, and used my stern
voice to tell her to come here. She looked up at me in the mirror, caught
off guard, her eyes kind of glazed and unfocused at first, then widening as
she realized she'd have to walk over to me with the balls still inside
her. She trusts me though, and after only a little bit of adjusting,
figured out they wouldn't fall out as she made her way over.

"When she was next to me, I stepped back and nodded towards the
counter. We'd had this whole argument about the best and worst places to
have sex, she was all like, Ew, sex in the kitchen, what if there's like
the smallest crumb leftover and it gets stuck to your butt, or whatever, in
this way that I knew I had to fuck her in the kitchen."

"I take back the artist comment. You're more like an evil genius."

"Yeah but like, a sexy evil genius."

"Fair."

"So she knew what I wanted, but I told her anyway -- Up -- and she very
gently lifted her ass up over the edge and sat there, her legs dangling
over the edge. I was standing at the edge, and got really up in her space,
leaning over her, finally kissing her, hard. She wrapped her legs around my
waist, arching up into me, rubbing her cunt against the crotch of my
jeans. I got lost in kissing her, sliding my tongue along the side of hers,
scraping my teeth over her lips, letting her suck on my tongue and lips,
holding her chin firmly so she'd feel my dominance. Between the kiss play,
and the pressure and texture of my pants against her clit, and maybe my
palm and fingers on her nipples, she was getting to the edge. She looked up
at me hopefully, and as previously mentioned..."

"Ah, the one or two feelings, yes. So you let her come because you l--"

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. I let her come because she'd been waiting so
long, and had mostly behaved well, and because I like watching her come,
and I especially love smelling her cum on my pants, my fingers, basically
everywhere.

"And I was gentle about it, both of us savoring her long orgasm. Gentle but
not done."

"Fuck no not done. What next?"

"I held her, let her come down, kissed her sweetly--"

"Ah, that feeling again..."

"It's a fine line between after care and--"

"Aaaaand...?"

"And liking someone!"

"Right -- liking. Whatever you say. So she came and you were polite about
it, and then..."

"Then I checked in, made sure she wanted to keep going. When she was ready,
I slid my palms under her ass and pulled her panties down, and at the same
time nudged her back so she could rest her feet on the counter."

"Oh shit I forgot she was still wearing them. That's so fucking hot."

"Yes I was verrrry gentle in taking them off, but she shook when they
pulled away from her cunt. Then I took two more of the ben wa balls from my
back pocket, put them on her chest so she could feel the weight of them on
top of her, and remember the weight of them inside her. I rolled one around
one of her breasts, kind of kneading, massaging, and starting to play with
her pussy with my other hand. I wanted her to beg me for the next one, so I
was dipping my fingers into her cunt, spreading my fingers and rotating
once, then slipping back out. And I sort of leaned on her chest with my
forearm, making her feel held and controlled at the same time."

"And did she beg?"

"Of course she did. I was feeling impatient too, so not for very long
before I slid the next ball into her, but she kept begging and I gave her
another. And this is what I really love about those balls. Her pussy lips
were barely closed around the last one, so stretched, cum slipping out of
her in beads. And I could press into her with my thumb, massaging her
tender, swollen, stretched pussy lips against the balls, and pushing the
balls around inside her, deeper, slipping against each other and the walls
of her cunt in all kinds of wild configurations. She was lost in it, in the
sensations, leaning back on her elbows with her head thrown back, her neck
reaching for my lips and teeth. And I was lost in her, in following her on
this ride. She'd just come so hard but was quickly tumbling over the edge
again, clenching so forcefully I was holding the balls inside her with my
palm. I think she came like two, maybe three more times -- on one
particularly strong one, I let one of the balls slip out, then I used it to
massage her clit through the next orgasm."

"Goddessss daaaaamn boo. She does a four-orgasms-worth job on your
accounting?"

"Ugh, we both know it's not about the accounting anymore."

"Riiiiiight. Okay, give me just one moment to breathe, then let's talk
about the feels. That was the end of the sex, right?"

"More or less, you know. A little after care, a little cleaning up, some
jokes about the crumbs on her ass and her cum in my sourdough."

"People would pay good money for pussy-infused sourdough."

"Yes, she made the same joke, said it could be my cover business for
paperwork and shit."

"Or you could make it your main hustle, go monogamish with accountant bae,
and bless us all with the sweetness of your labor."

"Oh fuck off!"


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