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Vi finished a late shift at the Honeycomb, one of the fanciest restaurants in Piltover. She enjoyed her job, serving the city’s most elite socialites. Years of experience had sharpened her into one of the restaurant’s finest waiters. After the last guest departed, she began wiping tables and doing her usual cleanup. Vi gathered her things and said goodbye to her coworkers before exiting the restaurant, pushing her weight on the golden doors.
Vi began to walk to her car, then suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline within her. She did not feel like unwinding just yet and had spent the day eager for something more. Vi remembered the card that one of her friends gave her, took it out of her jacket pocket, and turned it over. The card was a dark navy, printed on thick cardstock. Written in shiny gold cursive, The Colbat Chamber, it had gold detailing around the corners. She fidgeted with it, grazing her thumb over the raised text, noticing how smooth the card felt beneath her touch.
“Hmm, I might as well.” She said to herself, smirking. This card was her ticket to booking a private session, as it was an invite-only club.
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Vi sat nervously on the leather couch in the private room she booked at The Colbat Chamber. Her heart was pounding, and she noticed her hands getting sweaty as well. The room was bigger than she thought; it had a selection of toys on a tray next to a long black leather table, though she didn’t know if those were going to be used during this session.
Vi gasped, and her eyes widened. Dressed in a blue lingerie set, matching the colour of her hair, in a high ponytail, she entered the room. She’s so fucking beautiful, Vi thought. She also wore netted tights and black knee-high boots. Inside one of the boots was a riding crop. The woman wore long, black gloves that went up to her elbows. At her neck was a thin, black collar with a silver star accessory hanging off the front O-ring.
“Hello Vi, I am Mistress Cait.” She said in a serious tone.
“H-Hi, Mistress Cait”, Vi replied, straightening her posture. Vi looked up and swallowed the saliva in her throat. There she was, towering over Vi as she stared directly down at Vi, who felt vulnerable. This was a woman who demanded total submission from her clients.
"Strip." Commanded Cait, startling Vi.
“Cait, I don't know if-" began Vi.
Thwack.
The riding crop came down hard on the couch. Vi flinched at the sound.
"I-" What the fuck was she getting herself into? Should I fucking leave? Thoughts circled in her head. Vi was not prepared for this, but a deep breath brought her back to the moment.
Finally, she bowed her head. "Yes, Mistress."
“Mistress Cait,” she said as she put the riding crop back in her boot. "Now strip”, she ordered.
Vi’s cheeks turned hot with humiliation. She got up off the couch, her legs clinging off the leather since they were already sweaty. She began by taking her shirt off, then unclipping her bra, her tits at full display for Cait to see. She then began unbuckling her belt, hesitating. Stripping her pants off, but she left her boxers on, unsure if Mistress Cait wanted everything off.
A slow smile formed on Cait’s face. She ran the tip of her riding crop along the edge of Vi’s hips, letting the leather press against her exposed skin.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" She asked sweetly as the riding crop continued to slide along the garment. The threat was clear in her tone.
Vi shook her head. "No, cupcake”. She whispered with a sarcastic tone. Vi decided to brat just a little for fun, to see how Cait would respond.
Cait walked around Vi and brought the crop down on Vi’s ass, delivering a stinging snap that caused her to yelp. “What was that?” her eyes narrowing.
"No, Mistress Cait,” Vi said quickly. She removed her boxers, letting them sit at her ankles. She stood there and felt so submissive, covering her arms across her exposed breasts.
"Did I say you could cover your tits, Vi?" asked Cait.
Shit, Vi thought, and dropped her hands to her sides.
"Put your hands behind your head and show me your chest. I want to see all of you,” ordered Cait.
Vi did so, obediently pushing her breasts out and interlocking her fingers behind her head. To her embarrassment, she felt herself getting wet. Cait walked around Vi again, Vi’s eyes darting, taking in how beautiful she was.
Cait noticed Vi staring. “Look ahead, please”. Cait directed. Cait’s smirk deepened as she saw the heat rising in Vi's cheeks and the way her chest heaved up and down. Her eyes flicked to Vi’s thighs, taking in the way she pressed them together. Cait pretended she didn’t notice Vi being completely submissive to her, but that would not last for much longer.
Cait placed the crop in between her fingers, then placed it under Vi's right breast, lifting it slightly. "My, my, someone's impatient.” Her voice was thick with amusement. Vi was desperately avoiding her gaze, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, cupcake..” Fuck, she heard me, Vi thought, “Are you here because you crave authority?” She let the riding crop trail along Vi’s arm. She leaned in close, letting Vi feel the warmth of her breath on her ear.
"Or is it me you want?” she whispered.
Vi's eyes shot up to meet hers, and she shifted nervously, "What's the matter, Vi?” Cait asked.
The riding crop slowly slid down Vi’s body and delivered a light tap to the crotch.
Vi caught a breath, and her hips bucked forward just slightly, as if seeking more contact. Her cunt was soaked.
Cait’s smile widened, but she still had to remain professional. "Does that feel good, Vi?"
Vi whimpered, feeling so humiliated. “Yes, Mistress Cait”, she replied.
“Good,” Cait placed her leg between Vi's and spread them apart with her foot.
Cait looked at Vi’s bush, shaking her head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk”, she clicked her tongue. Cait bit her leather glove and pulled it off with her teeth. She ran her hand through Vi’s pubic hair.
"Oh, this won't do at all.” She said disapprovingly. "The next time you come here, this better be gone”.
"Yes, Mistress Cait,” said Vi.
She gave her lips a gentle tug, causing Vi to let out a small gasp, then teased the opening with her middle finger. She traced the lip of her labia with the lightest of touches, brushing against it with the tip of her finger. Vi began bucking her hips forward, but Cait had already moved her hand away.
She urgently needed to rub her legs together for some more friction; she felt like a dog in heat.
"Please, Mistress Cait,” she begged.
Cait leaned in again to whisper in her ear- her tone had taken on a darker and more possessive quality. "Oh, we're just getting started. Pet."
Pet.
That one, simple word sent a shiver down Vi's spine. Did she feel embarrassed? Excited?Turned on? She couldn’t really think of anything, as she felt Mistress Cait’s middle finger slip inside of her. A soft, sensual moan left her lips as she felt her finger curling inside of her, and she arched her back. In response, Mistress Cait withdrew her hand.
Cait’s fingertip was covered in Vi's juices. She brought it to her lips, not taking her eyes off of Vi's face, and licked the juices off with her tongue.
“You’re so fucking hot”. P-Please touch me, Mistress Cait,” she said, closing her eyes. She imagined Cait doing more to her, like finger fucking her pussy until Mistress Cait gave her permission to cum.
Cait withdrew her hand again, smirking. "I like the way you beg, cupcake. It's very fitting. You’re just like a little puppy.”
Vi groaned as even the faintest of touches was now being denied her. "Please don't tease me like this, Mistress Cait. I need your touch." She was not used to not getting what she wanted. The teasing was driving her up the wall.
As Cait came in again to touch her, Vi clenched her thighs together, trapping Cait’s hand between her legs. It was an instinctual movement Vi made, but even before she opened her eyes, she knew she had made a grave mistake.
Cait scoffed and grabbed Vi by her arm and dragged her across the room, over to a long black table. Vi knew she had bratted too hard that time and was going to reap some kind of punishment.
"It seems you have trouble following simple instructions, Vi,” said Mistress Cait. She bent Vi over the black table.
Vi turned her face to the side. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mistress Cait raise the riding crop above her head.
Thwack.
The riding crop came down hard on her ass, causing her to buck forward against the table. She let out a yelp of pain.
"Please, Mistress Cait. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It won't happen again." She pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.
Cait ignored her.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The crop came down four more times for a total of five. The lashes left red marks crisscrossing her pale bottom. Vi's tears spilled over and a few splashed onto the black leather table surface.
"Do you understand your place now, Vi?" Asked Cait.
"Yes, Mistress Cait,” Vi responded. Though the lashes had been painful, the blow to her ego was worse. Vi knew she had to be completely submissive from now on.
"Lie down on the table." Ordered Cait. Her voice was still firm, but it had taken on a gentler quality from before. "Put your arms and legs in the restraints."
Obediently, Vi got onto the table. She turned onto her back and placed her arms and legs into the cuffs. Cait fastened the restraints around Vi's limbs. Vi was spread across the table; she felt so exposed in this position.
Cait continued to stare at her. “You need a little more punishment,” she said sternly.
Cait pressed the tip of the riding crop against Vi's stomach. It trailed down her navel to rest suggestively between her legs. Vi's eyes filled with fear, and she struggled against the bindings. Without warning, Cait flicked the riding crop down on Vi's right breast. She felt a jolt run through her body yet again, but this time of pleasure accompanied the pain.
Cait kept delivering little thwacks of pleasure here and there, Vi never knowing where the next one would land. Vi’s body was so sensitive, so vulnerable, and so submissive to Mistress Cait. Cait delivered the last couple of hits directly on Vi’s aching pussy.
"You feel it, don't you?" she said softly, dragging the leather tip up the inside of Vi's thigh, pausing just short of the most sensitive place.
Vi looked away, turning her face, but there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. Cait cupped Vi’s chin in her hand and made Vi look at her directly. Vi swallowed. "Yes, Mistress Cait," she replied.
"This is what it means to surrender to me. I know you love being my little pet so much."
Then she let go of Vi's chin. Vi could hear Cait trying to find something. She tried to turn her head, desperate to know what was in store for her.
Cait returned to stand just behind Vi's head. Vi looked up at Cait, towering above her, hiding something behind her back.
"When and even if you receive pleasure, Vi, it will be at my discretion and mine alone. Do you understand?"
Vi nodded. "Yes, Mistress Cait.”
"Good, pet."
Mistress Cait walked to the side of the table and bent over so she and Vi were face to face. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, smirking.
Vi nodded. It was a Hitachi magic wand. "Yes, Mistress Cait.”
Cait chuckled. "I figured you would." She turned the wand on to the medium setting, letting it hum. Then she pressed the head against Vi’s inner thigh, purposely avoiding her already soaking wet pussy.
She strained against her bonds, yearning to quench the aching fire between her thighs. The restraints held Vi's legs firmly in place. A strangled whimper left her lips.
"Please, Mistress Cait, please let me come!" She begged, tears of frustration running down the sides of her cheeks.
"Such a needy little pet, aren't you?" Mistress Cait said.
Vi opened her mouth to respond, but Cait only smiled and brought the wand to rest on Vi's clit, pressing against the nub and rubbing it around in circles.
"Ahhhhh ahhhh. Fuck. Yess!! Yesss!" screamed Vi. She was getting so close. Then the pressure was gone again. Mistress Cait had pulled away yet again.
“What does this needy little cunt need from me?”
Vi gasped; her breathing was now ragged. "Please..." was all she could say.
"Uh uh." Mistress Cait warned switching the wand off. "You don't come until I let you come, pet. If I let you come."
Mistress Cait brought the wand back yet again, relentless in her slow torture of Vi. The wand hummed happily on her cunt. Vi felt her body climbing once more, tugging at her restraints.
A gasp of longing tore from her throat. Her face was a mess of tears. "Ahhhh." She was so close yet again.
Once more, Vi opened her mouth to respond, to beg under Mistress Cait’s dominance. Before Vi could say anything else, Cait switched the wand on high and pressed it against her soaking wet pussy.
"Come for me, pet."
Vi came. Harder than she ever had, her thighs clenching. She collapsed on the table, drenched in sweat, her brain unable to think of anything else but Mistress Cait, who looked down at her with a smile.
Mistress Cait unclasped the restraints that held Vi’s arms and legs in place. She let Vi lie there, her hand running through her spiky red hair, as Vi slowly came down from her high.
"Good girl," whispered Cait. Vi looked up at her, feeling exhausted. Vi wanted to call her Cait instead in this moment, but didn’t know what was appropriate in this setting.
When Vi was ready, she slid off the table with Cait supporting her. Her legs quivered from her ordeal, and it took a while for her to stand.
Cait helped her dress, holding out her boxers for her to step into, then helped her with her pants and buckled the belt back in for her.
Vi felt embarrassed to be treated like this- this was all so intimate and so vulnerable. However, she felt oddly safe in Cait’s presence.
Cait turned Vi around to face her. Then she gave her a warm smile. "This concludes our session." She hadn't made it two steps out of the door before she felt a gentle tug on her arm.
“P-Please... don't go. Not yet." Vi begged. Vi did not want this moment to end.
Cait paused. She turned back to Vi, her expression calm. She placed her left hand upon Vi's cheek- her gloved fingers cupping her face. "You're safe." She said softly. "You did very well." Then she gently pried Vi’s fingers from around her arm.
"You need to rest now." Cait murmured, brushing a damp strand of red hair from Vi’s face. She sat up and kissed Vi lightly on the forehead. Cait left the room slowly, turning her head to take one last look at Vi.
Vi took her time to regain her composure after that session. She had to remember she was just a client, but she felt like she had formed a connection with Cait. She needed to see Mistress Cait again.