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"Did you just want sex from her?" Mareen asks the woman sitting across from her.
"No! I want it to feel like something that has built up."
"So what went wrong with Nele?"
"I don't know. She wanted a date where sex is part of it, maybe?"
"And that was wrong?"
"I wanted to fuck, not get to know a weird girl."
"Don't be rude to her."
"She is weird though."
"You would have had sex with her if she would have been less weird, or if she would have kept it to herself?"
"I fucked her."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it was bad."
Mareen's eyebrows rise.
"I wouldn't have had sex with her if I thought it would be bad, she is hot and the idea of her on top of me is just.."
The woman thinks for a moment, before she makes a rawring sound.
"Somehow I assume that didn't happen."
"No, she is really into licking and constantly rolled down from me when I pulled her on top."
"Is that what you would like me to do?" Mareen asks. Her hand reaches on the other side of the table to the woman she had matched on tinder.
"You said on your profile: 'I'll fulfill what your last date failed at.'"
"That's what I plan to do. I just want to understand what that is at first. It's interesting to me - and a challenge to do it right."
The woman presses her lips together.
"That doesn't work," she says.
"Ah. You want to be surprised."
She nods.
"Will you go on a date with her again?"
"Probably."
"I've heard enough, in that case." Mareen puts a sizable tip on the table and gets up. The offer of her hand is accepted by the woman.
"We'll go to my place. You'll tell me more about yourself on the way there."
Mareen does not let go of the hand she has grabbed. This is not about the fantasy of a date her evening entertainment might have had. That's rather the inspiration for Mareen's bored mind to conjure forth some motivation to fulfill her carnal desires. Behind her eyes the words of the woman to her side turn into fantasies and plans how to enact them upon her date later.
Leading a conversation with questions while not truly listening to the answers has become a skill Mareen isn't proud of. It is helpful. It makes things easier with work crushing her soul and the craving for a random woman to say she is amazing in bed being unfulfilled for too long. The objectification is a mutually agreed part of this kind of meeting.
"One last question, before we go inside," Mareen says and stops the woman in front of the garden that leads to her apartment, "Do you want to call me by her name?"
With that question Mareen steps close. Her free hand draws around the woman's neck, the other one strokes up from the hand she just held to the face. Mareen smiles the kind of smile that is meant to tell the other person how small they are. The smile widens as the woman's face flushes with color.
"Her name's Nele, wasn't it?" Mareen whispers. She leans forward to let their lips touch.
"It's a beautiful name. I'm happy to wear it for a while."
"May I offer you a drink?" Mareen asks after she has motioned her date to take a seat in the winter garden that connects garden and apartment.
"Yes, please. What do you have?"
"I thought of a wine, red, free of alcohol - don't want you to take any other headache home than how to get a second date with me."
"That's... I like that line."
Mareen doesn't show the woman her grin as she steps inside to gather wine and glasses.
"That's good," she circles around the woman after she fills both glasses with the red liquid, "hopefully, I will make you like me as well."
The drink colors the woman's lips in a purple taint. Thanks to it, the taste of her kiss is as pleasant as it is predictable. Mareen stops in front of her date - her finger under the chin of the sitting woman. After the kiss, her lips hover just an inch above her date's. Performatively, she bites her own before retreating further. With her thumb she feels over the woman's slightly open mouth. The skin is soft. The woman's eyes are already pleading. This will be so easy.
Five minutes later, the woman lays on the bed, her hands held above her head in Mareen's grip. Her body arches towards the fingers of Mareen's other hand. They quickly find their way from the woman's face down her neck, to one of her nipples and down over her belly to the woman's bush.
"Nele, please!"
It's the first words the woman says since they kissed. They are answered by a kiss on her neck, a careful bite, and finger tips that very slowly continue their way down over the woman's pussy. She's already wet. It would be nice to lick her. Mareen's finger draws circles over the woman's clit, varying in pressure depending on how much the woman presses herself against her in the air. It's a fun game, but the way she tries to get her hips higher and higher tells Mareen clearly that she wants something else. Mareen happily complies. The woman moans a sound that could have come from the depth of the ocean as Mareen's fingers glide ever deeper inside of her.
.........
The room is awkwardly quiet even with music playing from the speakers. The woman is gone for only ten minutes and Mareen is already annoyed by the distractions the internet has to offer. The walk from PC chair to sofa happens as natural as opening the chat with her ex.
'I had sex'
It is an opener as good as any other. Jule knows well enough what this conversation will be about. The phone stays silent for ten minutes. Enough to boot up a game of chess to not notice any nervousness hidden in the quick pace of the blitz game.
'Was mid?'
Reading the answer cost her the five seconds she had left.
'was fine. Still smell of her'
Again, the answer doesn't appear immediately.
'that was hot because we were together'
'Wouldn't it be hot if I still smell when I call you over?'
'would - if I would wait for you to call, but it's the third time you ask in ten days'
'sorry'
'have time tho'
'?'
'shower before I'm there and wait kneeling in the bedroom. I'll be the there in 45'
'you want to dom?'
'I'm your ex Mareen and you asked me how often this month if we have sex? Yes I do think you need to be fucked and cuddled afterwards. Go shower.'
For ten minutes Mareen scrolls through the former couple's messages. This is not how it is supposed to be. They had sex before after breaking up, but never after Mareen had asked for it. Unsure if she will be able to be submissive she lays down the phone. Jule will not be angry if there is no sex. It would be easier, they could talk, maybe Mareen would cry, Jule will make her something to eat and bring her to bed before going home again. It feels like it would be the last time that would happen.
The moment of realization of that fact is enough for Mareen to get up. Moments later water runs over her body. Even the kindest woman's patience must be running out at some point. Is this her way of punishment for having to watch the woman she loved turn increasingly desperate? Finally getting over Mareen by experiencing her in the most pathetic state she can be made to be in would be something that would work for Jule. No. The water washes the thoughts away. Mareen knows well that Jule is over her. Jule coming to fuck her is stronger prove of that than the opposite. Reality is likely worse. Jule might have truly come to the conclusion that Mareen needs good sex and some guidance. A sobering thought to end the shower with, but one that brings with it acceptance and the will to not rebel.
.........
The door to the apartment opens. The clacking of light switches makes Mareen smile. Jule is always frustrated with how dark it was in their shared apartment. A moment later, the sound of running water echoes through the quiet apartment - stops and is replaced by steps from the bathroom to the bedroom.
"You put a blindfold on," Jule says in a surprised tone. More steps, a kiss on Mareen's forehead, fingers on her cheek.
"That's so forthcoming of you. Maybe you'll get a little treat as a reward."
Jule's fingers wander over Mareen's face and into her hair.
"Before that though, I think you need a little roughness, isn't that so?"
Jule's fingers turn into a strong grip, forcing Mareen's face up in an uncomfortable position.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You'll accept my demands and be a good girl?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Jule's free hand grabs on to Mareen's chin. Her finger presses in between Mareen's teeth - forcing her mouth open. The feeling of Jule's tongue on her lips forces a shiver through Mareen.
"You'll not swallow before I tell you to."
Mareen tries to nod, but her mistresses grip prevents any movement, as well as any possibility to escape the thin thread of saliva slowly dripping down from Jule's tongue. There's a twitch as it touches her throat.
"Don't. Swallow."
More and more spit of both women mixes on Mareen's tongue, forcing her to focus on her breathing to not suddenly gag on it.
"Stretch out your tongue!"
Mareen's breath is heavy as she follows the command.
"Do you want to be allowed to lick me later?"
The attempt of a nod and a mangled sound give a clear answer. Jule lays two fingers on the tip of Mareen's tongue, letting them glide over the slippery muscle.
"I'll put you to bed now. I'll tie you up. I'll hurt you, then I will fuck you. I will lick you and I will use a vibrator and some other toys on you. I will not do anything special, but I will try to make you cry. After all that, you'll get to thank me by licking me. Then we cuddle. Do you want to be mine for that time?"
A nod.
"Get up."
With an arm under Mareen's shoulder Jule helps her stand and steps behind her. Her fingers explore the body that still feels familiar - they leave goosebumps on her exes skin. Mareen feels the fingers touch her lips, her nose, her cheeks, wander down her neck and over her back just to tease along her sides on the border of a tickle. Jule's breath on Mareen's neck tells of her longing. It makes Mareen smile. She is not the only one getting something out of this.
Immediately, the smile is answered with a rough grip over her right breast.
"You enjoy this, yes? Giving yourself to your ex like a desperate slut too pathetic to find another girl that's actually good in bed?"
Heat spreads in between Mareen's legs, while her mouth opens in a futile attempt at protest. With both hands Jule massages Mareen's breasts, plays with her nipples.
"You probably would even like to become my pet just to get fucked a few times a week. Imagine that, downgrading from girlfriend to pet. Really wouldn't be surprising if you'd beg for that once we're done with this."
Jule's hand finds inviting wetness and warmth as it glides down towards Mareen's pussy. Her movements are quick and knowing what to do to her willing victim. Moans and lustful whimpers are the reward.
"Of course no mistress would want a pet that ran away already, only to come back begging like a stray once it finds out the world out there is a bit rough alone."
"Please."
The word comes out like a yearning whine. The dance of Jule's fingers on her clit mix with the fantasy. Her own arms behind her back she feels herself tremble already from her former girlfriends touch. The idea of a collar and leash - her at her mistresses feet begging to be fucked - it makes her press herself against the touch between her legs.
"Please? The only thing you get to beg for is to be seen as more than a toy to get my own urges satisfied with - and I promise you that will be a difficult sell. Now get on the bed already!"
A tap on her back light enough to not risk any stumble, but intense enough to feel rejected pushes her forward.
"I'm sorry."
There is nothing to be sorry for. Jule has only told her to get on the bed now but still, the urge to apologize is overbearing. Blind and feeling Jule's eyes on her she crawls on all fours on the mattress.
"On your back, obviously."
"I'm sorry!"
Mareen rolls on her back, her arms in front of her chest in an intuitive attempt of protection. Hands grab her ankles, pull her closer to the mattresses edge while spreading her legs.
"Stay like this."
Her mistress's voice is harsh, frighteningly so. A short touch on her pussy makes Mareen yelp in a sudden burst of desire. It is over before she can even really enjoy it - replaced by a grip on her wrists that pulls her arms up over her head. Silken fabric is laid around them, binds them together. Fingernails travel down her arms again in sharp pressure. Jule stops right above Mareen's armpits.
The little twitches of the woman below her hands are amusing. Mareen's lips open and close again with every red line Jule's fingernails draw on her ex's body. For a moment Jule stops. With her hair messy, a blindfold that can't hide the desire written in her face, a stretched out and willing body - Mareen is beautiful. Jule allows the moment of nostalgia in her heart. Her exes breasts are soft in her hands as she grabs them and forces a scream out of Mareen. The desire to kiss her former girlfriend nearly overcomes her, as she presses her thumb between Mareen's lips. Pressing one hand on the face below her to force it sideways she leans forward to whisper into the woman's ear.
"I wonder if I should train you to be my toy, or to one day be a decent girlfriend to someone else?"
The words spin like thread around Mareen's thoughts. This is a one time thing, she knows that but the idea of being trained by Jule like that. Both fantasies are enticing, but her mind focuses on the second.
"I could offer you to girls for a one day girlfriend experience and punish or reward you afterwards depending on the reviews they give you."
Two fingers press into Mareen's pussy with her mistress's words. Mareen gasps for air as she feels herself split open. There is no gentleness in the way Jule's fingers fuck her. With every thrust and go deeper. Shame fills Mareen's thoughts as she notices how she even widens her legs further to make it easier for Jule's hand to violate her like this.
"Of course before that I'd make sure that you've become a good subservient little fuck that actually cares about being used to please, but you seem on a good way there."
The fingers escape from inside her - replaced by rhythmic slaps on her pussy that meet no more resistance. Instead they provoke lustful whimpers and painful howls.
"You're so fucking wet for this it's honestly embarrassing I called you girlfriend instead of plaything in the past."
It's one movement in which Mareen feels her ex get off the bed and the juice from her pussy smeared all over her face. The rest of the slime is spread in her hair.
"I said I would lick you, but honestly, you are so pathetic I would feel dirty afterwards."
It's a lot. Pulling her legs closer to her body Mareen remembers the feeling of Jule licking her. She would like that. Instead, another slap hits her vulva.
"Did I say 'stay like that!'? Useless thing you are if you can't even stand not getting what you want."
Obediently she stretches her legs again. Her heart races from the wet sound the slap produced alone. The way she presses her hips upwards in hopes of a second one doesn't help the slightest.
Humiliation was one of the items on Mareen's 'I would like to try' list. Looking at the way Mareen spreads herself over the bed, making herself vulnerable, taking everything Jule is throwing at her but whimpering and whining nonetheless, Jule is sure it wasn't a 'would like to try', but much more an 'I am embarrassed about liking this'. Maybe after tonight she will be more open about that. It could be fun to just watch her for a moment laying there, see the yearning for touch in her exes body. Not today, there is already enough risk in how mean she is to her former girlfriend. The thought of 'not today' catches up with Jule as she takes out her vibrator from the bag she brought with herself. Maybe this could happen again, maybe she would like that.
Feeling the vibrator on her pussy stops Mareen's breath. Slowly she pulls air in her lungs. Jule is pressing the silicone strongly against her soft flesh. It is not vibrating yet, but the pressure makes it clear that it will be intense and relentless.
"Please be gentle," Mareen asks.
"Do you want that?"
There is mocking in Jule's voice, but the way she asks is curious and caring nonetheless. She's answered by silence.
"I will not start before you answer."
Blood rushes in Mareen's face. No. No, she doesn't want her mistress to be gentle. Her chest hurts from shame. She is thankful for the blindfold she put on herself.
Jule pulls the vibrator through Mareen's lips, presses it against her clit.
"No! No, I don't want you to be gentle!"
Moaning turns into cries for mercy quickly. Jule holds on to Mareen's trembling body as she keeps rubbing the vibrator over her exes clit. The first orgasm comes with a splash of liquid. The second with cramps, the loss of the blindfold and screams. The third finally brings out the tears and pleas not to stop. Again and again her feet kick out - sometimes they hit Jule's legs, sometimes they hit a plush or empty air. Even though she begs for it to continue, Mareen's body pushes away with all it can. The fourth orgasm doesn't come, instead waves of frustration mix with a sudden desire to fight. Bound arms strain against Jule's grip, Mareen's body slams into her in a fruitless attempt to blame her mistress for its absence. The answer are legs wrapping around Mareen's thighs and Jule's whole weight on her wrists. The short moment of fight subsides, replaced by a stream of tears and sobs, trembling that runs through Mareen's body and soon the spasms and pain of a new orgasm.
As the sobbing stops from exhaustion Jule puts the Vibrator away. The woman-shaped mess on her curls up on her body - pulls in the legs that are still spasming and kicking during the last orgasms. Jule stretches to reach on the blankets that have mostly fallen off the bed and pulls it over the two. With her thumb she wipes away the tears on Mareen's face. Jule knows they might be caused by mean words and overstimulation, but that's not what they are about.
Mareen whispers something, but sleeps before she hears Jule ask what it was. The arms wrapped around her and the kiss on her hair become part of her dreams.
"You'll get to lick me tomorrow, sleepy head," Jule whispers, knowing Mareen is already far away.
"Good morning."
Jule's voice is little more than a whisper carrying the heaviness of sleep she escaped from just moments earlier than her ex.
"I don't think it's morning, yet."
"Did you sleep well?"
"I think so."
"Drink something."
"Hm."
Neither are the arms wrapped around Mareen giving her space to get up, nor does she attempt any escape from the embrace. Instead, both women stay close in silence.
The exhaustion from earlier is still apparent in Mareen's body. Jule is right, as always. She really should get up but the warmth and familiarity are a comfort too precious.
"How long will you stay?"
Before she gets an answer, she feels Jule stroke her hair.
"You'd like me to stay until tomorrow, or are you already getting tired of me?"
"No. I'd like you to stay."
"I'll sleep here then."
"Thank you."
"But, you'll get up with me now. Up up. You know you'll get a headache if you don't drink some water."
The blanket vanishes - thrown off the bed.
"Come, you said you'll be a good girl!" Jule says teasing her ex girlfriend. It does the trick.
"Is it weird that I still have your toothbrush?" Mareen asks. Her voice is playfully embarrassed.
"I can't imagine it helping with your dates," Jule answers dryly, but the wink seen through the mirror takes the edge off the comment.
