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1. Domina
There is nothing quite like the feeling of a familiar place vibrating around you. The sounds, the smells, the voices, everything so familiar that doesn’t matter the situation, it always feels right.
A sense of pride, and community, revolves around Vi. People don’t often understand why she likes these types of places to being with, thinking she’s just another sex obsessed that wants to make philosophical statements around the concept of sex to get laid even more. Well, it’s not like that; maybe in the beginning the curiosity was mostly because she was pent up, drunk, and Ashe (her best friend/best sex buddy) mentioned something sex related.
But now? Now it’s where she doesn’t feel like a crazy person anymore.
Sweat, music, moans: this is the soundtrack Vi learned how to love, losing the thought of being just a pervert.
Here, she feels beautiful, she feels desired and she can feel pure desire herself.
Here, she can let loose, enjoy the primal instinct of the human being without complications, and she can do all of this with other people that think exactly like her.
She remembers the first time she walked through the door of this particular club, with Ashe in tow speaking nonstop on how fun it would be.
Boy was she right.
The first thing that hit was the smell. The unmistakable smell of sex, the acrid air dancing around her nose almost like to make a statement. The statement being, here it’s happening exactly what you imagine.
Then it was the sound, the industrial techno beat so loud, so deep in your stomach, but at the same time not loud enough to cover the occasional oh my God and yesyesyesyes.
She should have felt overwhelmed, over exposed, maybe embarrassed or dirty being around so many kinky dressed, or simply naked people, chatting away in some corner and having full blown sex in another.
And yet, she felt none of that.
Sex was never a taboo for Vi, on the contrary, she was adamant people treated the act for what it was: an act of pleasure.
She never chased it, maybe occasionally looked for it, but it was never a demand or a necessity for her. It was something she tried to understand from a really young age (and maybe that’s also why she realised to be a lesbian at twelve), and then simply embraced.
Soft at first, falling into the stereotype of having to being the “top" just because she’s always been a muscular woman, and then more raw, more honest, more versatile.
She wanted to feel completely connected to her body, to her needs, and she always, always, voiced her needs.
This is how she learned what she liked, and well, she took pride in being an excellent listener and giving back exactly what she expected: unfiltered, honest to God, pleasure.
Vi liked being a more dominant person in sex, she actually came more than once by just giving pleasure to someone else, the joy and vibration in seeing a woman squirm under her touch being impossible to contain; but, with time, she also discovered how much she likes to be thrown around. Honestly, sometimes a girl just wants to be thrown into a wall and fucked into oblivion.
The first time a girl, a woman, actually did that, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Words were stuck in her throat, eyes wide, her limbs shaking and her pelvic floor throbbing. Pleasure.
In sex, she almost never said no, and obviously she encountered positions and kink variations that weren’t exactly for her, but the beauty of never saving no in trying something new it’s that most of time, you go home and you know more about yourself. At least that’s what she thought at the beginning.
Now, barely twenty-seven, she felt like sometimes saying no it’s just avoiding an unnecessary waste of energy, the feeling in your gut that says you won’t like this, and it’s ok.
The actual beauty is knowing your body and your points of pleasure so much that you can feel the sensation of sex on you before even being touched.
And it’s not like she can’t stop thinking about sex, despite what most people in her life think, she can because she gets to have sex exactly how she wants, when she wants, with who she wants. So she doesn’t obsess over it.
Confidence and sexual freedom can do wonders to someone.
So, Vi was actually pretty confident in what she liked, confident in knowing the usual crowd at The Last Drop, her favorite sex positive club, and confident of having another successful night of pleasure and unwind.
Until she met Caitlyn.
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The faint sound of a distant techno mix, coming through closed door, wasn’t enough to cover the smacking of her whip.
One, two, three loose smacks! onto the floor, while licking her lips in anticipation to finally hit skin, the shadow of a bruise already forming on the back of her lover for tonight.
“Fuck, you’re so hot” Caitlyn scoffed. Of course she was hot. It was probably one of the first concept engrained in her brain, the constant attention of classmates through her upbringing, the unrequested compliments in every sphere of her life being thrown at her like sharp knives, aiming at her head but always catching her smile instead.
Maybe it was because she was tall, incredibly tall, or maybe because her features never showed anything other that confidence, or maybe it was the attractiveness of someone that makes herself never available - she didn’t know exactly why, but she knew people found her hot.
“Shut up, worm” Caitlyn said through her teeth. Oh but this, this, the power of commanding the scene, of being the only woman in the room making decisions, choices, and acting on them as much as she pleased - this was Caitlyn stage, and she was the best solo actor it could ever see.
Caitlyn always liked power, being in charge, and coming from a family of matriarchs she was actually never used to be told oh honey, you can’t do this but rather if you want it enough, you can have it.
And so she wanted it enough, working her ass off through every single stage of school, top of her class in everything she put her head into, with leadership boiling her blood hot enough to eventually become Senior Partner in her mother’s law firm.
Yes, she aware of how that sounded. Her mother’s firm? Of course she got the job. But if anyone actually knew anything about the Kirammans, the fact that she got the role was even more impressive than a total rando taking her spot.
It was hard, the expectations. The eyes glued into her skull at her every move, half pending from her lips like they were waiting for a goddess to make her speech, the other half mumbling curses aimed to make her fall.
But Caitlyn never falls, she never lingers too much, she knows how to delegate, she knows damn well how to do her job and well, she knows how to work a whip.
When during one of the usual colleagues hang out, after a particularly brutal trial that forced her to be a bit more spiteful than ever, Jayce turned to her and laughed damn, you would make an excellent dominatrix she didn’t even blink. She just thought damn right I would be.
So Caitlyn did what she knew how to do best. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad she spent a year being the crisp dressed, hair never out of place lawyer during the week, and the infamous Domina during the weekend.
It was freeing in a way that being in charge of a courtroom never was. The command of the tools of choice, the command of her voice being able to say whatever, and the command of the person below her was intoxicating. This power, this raw pleasure building from her brain through her pelvic floor, was something she never knew she needed. And the fact that she was so good that The Last Drop gave her her own room to perform her art, that was something else.
When the idea came through her mind the first time, she didn’t even know where to start. She was sexually active as anyone else, being chased by women left and right never left her too many nights alone, but she never connected to her body in a way where she sought more. Sex was fun, another way to be in charge, but nothing more.
“I think I actually want to do it” she said one night on her balcony, a glass of white wine in one hand, eyes fixed on the scenery that was Piltover from the 19th floor. Jayce turned towards her, hand stuck mid-hair while he was trying to lit up a joint. “Do what?” he said.
Caitlyn took the glass of wine, gulped all of its content and finally turned to look at her best friend, comically stuck waiting for her response.
“The dominatrix” it was easy, the word on her lips, she thought. It felt right from that moment alone. “But I don’t know how to start” she added.
Caitlyn looked at Jayce’s face, going from surprised to shocked to amused?
“Oh, I know just the place” he grinned, his smile so big and mischievous she actually thought of backtracking.
But she didn’t, and know she’s here. Everything around her is the same at that night where she opened the doors to the club for the first time, looking around to see all kinds of things, and bodies, and people, and sounds, and moans-
“Hit me harder!”
The voice brought her back to the living moment, and yes, well, she was a bit distracted tonight, a lot was happening in her life - but, the beauty of this role she’s taken?
Oh, the power was completely hers, just how she liked.
“I'm the one that decides how hard I’m going to hit you, is that clear? Or do you want to be treated like a bad, bad, girl?” Caitlyn moaned into the ear of the woman splashed against the wall, naked and sweaty and begging to be hit, to be smacked as hard as she could. But Caitlyn knew that the people seeking her weren’t just looking for pain, but more for direction. They wanted to be seen, and since they didn’t know how, they looked for attention through of being of service to others. They wanted to be taken advantage of, white canvas for others to display their own pleasure into.
It was twisted, surely, but she was no one to judge and most of all, there was really nothing to judge. She learned fast enough that only people actually connected to their bodies were brave enough to look for pleasure into more unconventional stuff. Caitlyn actually had an admiration for people kinks, eager to learn more about them and, when possible, taking charge of them too.
“Oh, I’m bad Domina, really bad” the woman teased, clearly in the mood for something more tonight, some more pain or maybe some more attention. The sound of her dominatrix name being so soft, yet so powerful, filling her with the familiar want of taking first place in this brat competition.
She was drawn exactly to this moment, the moment where people voice their needs, coming to terms with what they want, and realising they want Caitlyn to satisfy them. Caitlyn couldn’t get enough of giving, and giving, and giving-
“On your knees, mouth open” she said. And just like that, she was ready to give.
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Vi wasn’t really a fan of pulled hair, mostly she just felt itchy at the base of her skull, but she also understood that sometimes the moment required a bit of toughness.
So, she let the mystery woman of the night pull her hair, while she worked her mouth trough her jaw, her neck, roughly descending to her nipples, already hard and ready to be sucked.
She heard a distinct oh, fuck or at least she thought she did, since she was in the middle of fucking this woman while at least other five couples were doing the same around her.
It was inebriating, the feeling of being in the same space as someone living your experience, but not with you.
She cupped the breast of the other woman, eating up the moans and the praise she was given, while bringing her right hand directly onto her clitoris, starting circling slowly first, and later picking up the pace of the hair pulling she was feeling.
“Fuck me please!” the mistery woman almost screamed, and Vi thought alright then lady and thrusted two fingers inside her cunt, immediately feeling the tension and the pressure of someone who’s clearly ready to blow.
Going faster, and faster, occasionally hooking two fingers right on the spot she knew would do the trick, she slipped another finger and immediately felt the familiar pressure closing around her fingers.
The mystery woman left out a big ohhhyesss while still jumping on Vi’s fingers, back arched, legs shaking and eyes rolled almost behind her skull. Vi’s kept thrusting inside her, slower and slower to let her drag her orgasm for a couple of seconds yet. When the woman stopped shaking, blonde hair stuck on her sweaty face, mouth all red from the aggressive make out session they had before landing on this couch, Vi’s smiled.
She would have loved to have another round, but her eye caught sight of Ashe in the corner motioning for her to come forward with her hand, mouthing come here!
So, as the best friend she was, she gave a last kiss to mystery blonde woman, said some pleasantries about the nice fuck, and untangled her body, walking towards Ashe.
They’ve been here for a couple of hours at this point, Ashe obviously butt naked without a care in the world, Vi still hanging to her chest harness and tight panties that were actually becoming too wet.
“What? I was having a good time!” Vi hissed, looking offended at Ashe, who only response was a scoff and a wave of hand.
“Is this the way of greeting me? Maybe I was in danger!” Ashe said.
“Well, are you?”
“No, but that’s not the point”
Vi blow out a breath, patience always thin with Ashe’s antics, but also the fondness of affection making impossible for her to actually be annoyed.
She studied her best friend’s face, and she seemed actually… excited?
“Okay then, vaginablocker, what’s going on?” Vi’s said, to steer the conversation back into place.
Ashe’s eyes went wide, “I've heard Domina is here tonight!” She said, almost jumping like a little kid finding out they got a Gold Charizard out of their eleventh packet of Pokemon cards. Not that Vi would know anything about Pokemon.
“Who the fuck is Domina?” Vi’s said, unable to not laugh at Ashe’s face falling at her revelation.
“Uhm, only the hottest, roughest dominatrix in town?!”
Vi’s pondered at that. Dominatrix, uh? She never tried that herself, even though she wasn’t totally opposed to it. She tried weirdest shit in her life, enough for a lifetime, but a chance with a dominatrix was never something she actually sought. Maybe because she liked to put on a show, and a dominatrix’s job was to actually steal the show from her.
Mmh, interesting.
“Well, did you take your chance already? How was it?” Vi asked, her face trying not to unleash any emotion that could give Ashe’s idea on the course of their night. But, of course, that was never Ashe’s plan.
“Oh honey, I do the spanking. You should pay her a visit though” Ashe winked, and Vi couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“Why do you always try to put me in some sexual situation of all sorts?” Vi protested.
“You know I love the gossip” Ashe shrugged, like that was a good enough answer. But Vi knew that wasn’t enough, knew there was something more to it.
Vi hummed, squinted her eyes in interrogation, and pointed her index finger at Ashe. “What are you not telling me?”
Ashe huffed, rolled her eyes and started walking towards the bar, a signal of deviance to anyone else, but to Vi expert eyes, an invitation to follow her.
Ashe waves at the barman, slim guy with spiky hair, deep bags under his eye but with a smile plastered onto his face, borderline into a smirk.
“What can I get ya?”
“The usual, Mylo, for two” Ashe waves in Vi’s direction, who gives a small nod in sign of greetings.
“On it” the barman, Mylo, turns around and vanishes into the long bar with expert hand grabbing two glasses, a bottle of Hendrick’s and two slices of cucumber.
“Two crisp G&T for the ladies, first round on me” Mylo winks, putting the glasses in front of them and just like that, he’s onto the next waving naked client.
Vi takes a sip, her favourite, and really only, drink touching her lips and making them twitch a bit at the bitter taste. As always, Mylo’s gin and tonics are perfectly balanced.
“Do you think it’s weird that we are friends, best friends, but we fucked, a lot, have seen each other fucking other people, a lot, and we come to this pervert playfield every weekend?”
Vi laughs at her best friend’s question, really laughs like she hasn’t in a long time, and when she’s done wiping a tear from her face, she looks at Ashe who is staring back, unamused.
“I’m being for real, dickhead!” Ashe says, words different from her playful tone.
And so Vi answers, still with a smirk to her face “I think that’s exactly why we are such good friends” she finally says, tilting her G&T in a cheers gesture towards Ashe.
Ashe shoves her playfully, clicking their glasses together, and hums in approval.
“Fuck this drink is good. I don’t know how he does it” Vi doesn’t respond, the previous conversation still lingering in her ears. She knows Ashe will get to the point, but she also learned not to pressure anything with her. She would only get defensive and never get her point across.
“So, here’s the thing” and here she goes, Vi thinks. “I think with all the shit that’s happening, fucking five random blondes in a weekend won’t help you. I think you really need to get loose. Like, completely lose control over your body and mind, you know? You should tap more into your submissive side”
Vi looks at her, really looks at her, to understand her facial expressions better and maybe find out what’s going in that beautiful and malicious brain, but she only finds complete honestly, like when they were kids and break windows all the time with balls, rocks, branches or whatever, and when questioned Ashe would proudly say “yes, that was me!”
Ashe was the opposite of a scared person, and she wasn’t even scary herself. Just… raw. Honest. Open. Her blonde, almost white, hair and her gentle features inviting people to be honest back, like they couldn’t physically lie or be mean to her. Vi was drawn to her almost immediately, her five year old mind imagining being friends with this petite but feisty girl.
And friends they became. They knew everything about each other, sometimes Vi wondered if they knew maybe too much about each other, but she couldn’t help it.
After losing everything, Ashe was there. The constant of her life. A friend, sometimes an anchor.
And Vi knew that she could trust her, and everything she said, softly or harshly, was just because she cared and she knew Vi’s thoughts like they were her own.
“I don’t know, it sounds appealing, I’m not gonna lie, but like.. does she have to be mean to me?”
Vi, despite what people might think, actually had a praise kink so ingrained in her that it was physically painful when people tried to be brats to her thinking it would turn her on. Like, call someone else a slut, you bitch.
Ashe lets out a laugh, “Baby, that’s what’s good about Domina. She can be exactly what you want her to be.”
At the words, Vi was throwing back her drink and looking for this dominatrix.