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Paula Badosa was like any other suburban housewife; she had a well-kept house, a
small garden and a loving husband. She got up every morning at seven, prepared breakfast
for her husband and kissed him goodbye. As soon as her husband left, she started cleaning
and tidying up or preparing food. From time to time she would meet a friend in the afternoon to eat cake or go shopping and if it was foreseeable that her husband would soon be home from work, she would start preparing the dinner. Her husband and she would talk about the usual trivial things and then spend their evenings reading or watching TV. Yes, Paula Badosa had the usual life of a suburban housewife. There was just one little thing that set her apart from all other suburban housewives. Paula Badosa had indescribable, naughty fantasies. Fantasies she could never share with her husband or any of her friends. But there was one person with whom Paula could share those fantasies with: Aryna Sabalenka. When they were still teenagers, Paula loved Aryna, she still does. But her family never accepted her sexuality when Paula’s father found her husband, Paula had no choice but to marry him. For a long time Paula tried to forget about Aryna and the deep love and desire they shared but Paula could not. Aryna fulfilled her in more than one way and gave her everything her husband could not. So, eventually Paula had given into her desires again and contacted Aryna again. Not only did this lead to their love blooming again, but also to Paula coming to terms with those sexual desires she had burried since she had gotten with her husband and those she had not discovered yet when had first met Aryna.
Even though she didn't like to admit it, Paula had often thought about how she could bring
her fantasies to life, even those she at first was ashamed to tell Aryna about. When her husband went to work, she had often found at her laptop, where she had met various people on a website who shared similar fantasies to hers. The anonymity of the internet made her feel safe at first, before she dared to tell Aryna about her fantasies.
Paula’s absolute favorite fantasy was a vibrator that could be controlled via an app, someone
else in control (preferable Aryna but maybe also someone else) and a trip out in public. She often thought about what it would be like to not know when the next stimulus was coming, the trembling of her legs and the wetness spreading between her legs as she went about her daily chores and the like.
Sometimes, when she let her thoughts wander even further in ecstasy, she imagined what it
would be like if she were discovered. While she was shopping, Aryna would suddenly be there. She would realize that Paula had given control to someone else like that and what
secret Paula was carrying. Aryna would get jealous and not approve of Paula’s actions. Aryna would push her against the shelf and lift Paula’s dress. She imagined the other woman pushing her panties aside and discovering the vibrator inside her, torturing her by slowly pulling it out of her before she would tease Paula with her fingers, stroking her slowly and making her whimper before she would finally push into Paula. Se would take her in public, pull down her dress to free her breasts and whisper humiliations in Paula’s ear. She would thrust into her without mercy, play with her nipples and use her until Pauld had come right there in public. Aryna would shove the vibrator back inside her and adjust Paula’s panties and then leave her like this; in public, with a vibrator inside her, controlled by someonelse and her breasts spilling out of her dress. Aryna would use Paula as a punishment for not telling her about her fantasy and asking a stranger online and then leave her so she could get on with her business. This fantasy always made Paula weak in the knees and she would immediately feel the wetness spreading between her legs and the urge to humb herself against the neck edge or pillow. It had taken a few secret meet ups with Aryna until Paula, after having been edged by Aryna for an hour, had finally admitted her deepest fantasy.
Aryna had grinned at Paula weirdly but Paula could not ask, because then Aryna had finally allowed her to come. But a few days later Aryna, at another secret meeting, Aryna had asked about the fantasy again and then just nodded when Paula blushed hard but nodded. And now in fact, this fantasy is to become a reality for Paula in a way.
For weeks she had been chatting with Aryna about her fantasies while Aryna was away on a business trip and then on vacation. Shortly afterwards they had a video call with each other, they had missed each other too much to go longer without seeing each other but also, Paula had craved Aryna’s control again. She loved her deeply, she would only ever love Aryna but also, she needed her control. Paula’s heart belonged to Aryna but also her lust and Paula could not go longer than a week without either. Her husband could never give her or control her the way Aryna managed to. Even over the video chat, Aryna managed to give Paula what she wanted. By Aryna’s orders, Paula had the camera pointed at her naked body. She had seen Aryna sitting still completely dressed in an elegant cocktail gown infront of her own computer, while she had told Paula to get naked. Paula had tried to put on a show, showed Aryna how much she loved her, how mucus he needed her, how if she could, Paula would be Aryna’s housewife, not her husband’s. She had word the lingerie set Aryna liked most with nice stocking and the black high heels Paula’s husband nerver wanted her to wear because he considered them too slutty. Under Aryna’s instructions via chat, Paula had played with her nipples until they were hard and then attached clamps to them. The clamps were connected with a chain and on command she had pulled on that chain and rubbed herself against
a pillow at the same time. It had felt so good, the way her nipples hurted, the way the pillowe rubbed against her, the way Aryna gave her commandos and then told her how good she was, how pretty, how perfect. How as soon as Aryna would be back in the country, she would spend a whole day kissing every centimeter of Paula’s body and playing with her. It had made Paula moan and move her hips desperatly faster; she needed Aryna with her. She had driven herself to the brink of orgasm only to not be allowed to continue. Paula had yellped but had pulled the pillow she had been humping away from underneath her. Desperately, her hips had thrust into the void and she had begged helplessly to be allowed to have an orgasm. But Aryna had remained firm and not allowed her to, instead Paula had to take a moment to calm down and then repeat the game. By the time they hung up, Paula’s nipples were aching from the clamps and the pulling and she herself was wet and desperate. Aryna has said she would keep Paula’s orgam as a welcom back gift for now. Paula had cursed her quietly, which had made Aryna laugh, but Paula also knew she would do everything Aryna wanted and even if she was cursing now, she knew Aryna was always right. She always knew how to give Paula the best pleasure.
Several times that day Paula had caught herself rubbing herself against the corner of the table or other objects to get some form of relief. Her panties were sticking wetly between her legs all day, she had secretly sent Aryna a photo of that in the evening, while Paula’s husband was in the office finishing up some work. Aryna had showered Paula in text about how sexy that was and how proud Aryna was of Paula for listening to her word. Then she had told Paula she loved her and Paula had told her the same. This between them was about so much more than sex.
Since that video chat, Aryna and Paula had continued their little game whenever Aryna was on a business trip or Paula was unable to see her because of her husband. Aryna gave Paula orders, like wearing the nipple clamps under her dress while she met her friends, undressing in front of the window that looked out onto the street or ordering her to bring herself to the brink of orgasm in the middle of the day only to stop again and then go back to her tasks.
Sometimes Paula was lucky and was at home, but sometimes she received those messages when she was out and about. The first time she had received this message, she had tried to explain that it wasn't possible, she was at a friend's house. But she had been told that she should either start now or punish herself later. Paula knew she could say no and that Aryna would never be mad at her. This all was just a game and Aryna would never want Paula to do something she would not enjoy too, but Paula did not want to say no. She wanted to listen to Aryna and follow her orders.
So, Paula had disappeared into the bathroom and done as she was told, which was bringing herself to the edge and then stopping and going back to her friends, without her panties on. In the hours that followed, Paula could hardly think about anything other than how badly she wanted an orgasm and the fact that she had to cross her legs to avoid leaving a wet spot on her friend's sofa. Sometimes her fingers had wrapped around her panties in the pocket of her dress, expensive lingerie Aryna had brought her back from a business trip to Paris, and a shudder had run over her whole body. She desperately wanted to see Aryna again and spend the whole day with her, going on dates, to lunch, talking and laughing all day and then, in the evening, put on the lingerie Aryna bought her and do whatever she asked.
Paula knew that of course Arnya also wouldn't find out if she disobeyed her, but she
wanted to, always, and the fact that someone else was controlling her sexuality and desires made her all the wetter. Aryna knew that and she was always playing with it. Paula often wondered how affected Aryna was by their whole game and sometimes, just to get back at her, she would send her little photos in the lingerie Aryna had picked out or videos of Paula doing what she wanted. Paula knew Aryna loved those and she knew Aryna’s favorite video was a very long one Paula had taken of herself in the bathtub, loving her own body slowly before she brought herself to a gentle orgasm, all while Paula’s husband was downstairs, sometimes even hearbale in the video. Afterwards, Paula had looked into the camera with a lazy, pleased smile and told Aryna how much she loved her and that she was waiting for Aryna to come back home so that she could join Paula in the bath and do whatever she wanted to her. Yeah, that still was Aryna’s fav video and Paula loved the one she got in return too and the flowers Aryna had delivered to Paula’s house the next day.Some time after her first video call, Aryna had brought up Paula’s vibrator fantasy again and eventually convinved Paula to order a vibrator controlled by an app online. Paula had ordered it via Aryna’s credit card, she did not have her own one, only one from her husband, but Aryna had given Paula a creditcard so Paula could buy herself whatever she or Aryna wanted, without any husband ever finding out. Once the delivery was there Paula had hidden the package from her husband and when he left the house the next morning, she retrieved the package from its hiding place. As agreed, Aryna, who was on a business trip in Sweden, was already waiting in the video chat and Paula took off her dress in front of the camera. It was a dress Aryna had brought her back from one of her trips, made out of the softest dark red material that Paula always loved. Her husband loved the dress too without knowing Paula wore it all the time as her secret own sign that she always belonged to Aryna and no one else. Aryna had smiled at her and complimented Aryna’s beautiful body and her hair and make up that day. Sometimes Paula wondered what it would be like to be Aryna’s pretty housewife every day and have Aryna appreciate all her looks every day. Afterwards Paula slipped out of the silk and lace underwear, leaving only the garderbelt and stocking on; Aryna loved those. When they met in preosn, she often ordered Paula to leave her garderbelt and stockings on before Paula was allowed to rub herself against Aryna or Aryna pulled her into her lap and started to finger her.
“Play with your nipples until they're hard.” Aryna ordered and Paula obeyed. She
pulled and twisted them gently until they stood out stiffly. Her nipples were always sensitive and easy to tease. Paula wished Aryna would be there in that very moment and bring them to hardness with her mouth, instead of Paula doing it herself.
“Do you have the clamps?” Aryna asked with a soft smile.
Paula nodded and quickly got them out of her dresser.
“Wear them under your dress when you're about to leave.” Aryna said and just the idea send a shudder down Paula’s body. God, she needed Aryna her to kiss and hold her and do all these things to Paula herself. How she wished she would be with Aryna everyday and Aryna would places the clamps on her before leaving for work and then removing them when she came back in the evening before gently kissing and sucking the abused skin.
Paula’s nipples had become even more sensitive since she had been torturing them regularly for Aryna, always without her husband noticing. She let the first clamp snap shut and moaned in pain and pleasure; the metal restraint dug hard into her sensitive flesh. It felt so good and just seeing the pleased smile on Aryna’s face was enough for Paula. “You should be here and doing that.” Paula said.
“I know” Aryna sighed. “But until I am back you take care of what is mine, right?” Aryna asked and Paula nodded.
“Always” Paula whispered lovingly, before she took the other hand of the chain in her hand. She had a long day ahead of her and wouldn't be able to take those clamps off until tonight, just before her husband returned. Until then her nipples would ache and later rub uncomfortably against her nightgown. Her nipples would still be sensitive by tomorrow, Paula
thought as she attached the second clamp. She pulled on them to prove to the Aryna how
tight they were and moaned. She loved when they did that, especially because in the middle of the chain that connected the clamps was a little pendant attached that read: “Aryna’s” and how right that was. Everything was Aryna’s, Paula’s love, her heart, her body and lust, her breast and her pussy. All Aryna’s.
“Good! It will be even more fun if they still hurt in the morning and you don't wear a bra. I
already know you're going to wear that rough wool dress!” Aryna says teasingly. God, she really wanted to make sure Paula would think about her for a day.
Paula knew it shouldn't turn her on so much, but just the thought of her aching nipples rubbing against the scratchy fabric tomorrow made her melt. She had wanted to return the address when it arrived from the online shop because the material really was scratchy and rough. Aryna had told her to keep it and Paula had never known why until now. Now she understood.
“You will look so pretty with it, right?” Aryna asked. Paula closed her eyes in pleasure and nodded.
“Always just for you” She said, it was hard to form words because she was so turned on, but yes. She always tried to be pretty for Aryna. Oh, how she wished she could dress up for Aryna and for Aryna only every day. Paula would dress up in the lingerie, the nice vintage dresses and the heels every day just for Aryna. She loved her and she loved all the deep talks she could have with Aryna about art, literature, movies, her worries and feeling but what she also loved was to just be pretty for Aryna. Be her pretty little trophy, her’s to look at, to dress up, to enjoy. Paula loved both sides equally but right now she wanted nothing more than to be Aryna’s pretty little trophy in the nylon stockings and the silver nipples clamps.
“Rub yourself against the edge of the bed when you’re wet. But first put your panties back on.” Aryna said gentley. Paula was not sure if that bit of friction was a blessing and a curse, she knew Aryna would never allow her to come like that anyways.
With each movement, Paula’s lace panties were pushed deeper between her lips, rubbing against her sensitive inside. Desperately Paula moved her hips against the edge of the bed. She wished she could find release, but she knew Aryna would stop her again just before she did. In all the time they had been doing this distance control, Aryna had never let her come so easily, after just a few minutes. Aryna said Paula looked way too pretty when she was edged to just let her finish so easily. After such eding sessions, Paula was always winded, wet and aroused all day. Only once had it happened to her that she couldn't control herself and came even though she wasn't allowed to. She hadn't quite finished her orgasm before she knew that there would be consequences.
She had told Aryna full of shame. Aryna had made sure Paula was fine and that she should not feel bad. Aryna had made sure that Paula was alright before she had switched back to their little game. Paula loved that about Aryna too, that aftercare was always most important to her. With Aryna Paula never felt used or left alone. Aryna was always there for her, always made sure she was fine, always loved her and the sides of painful pleasure and loving fludd were always balanced.
After Aryna had made sure Paula was fine, she had switched back to Dom mode and Told Paula how unaccpatble her behaviour had been, how she was not the one who decided when she deserved to have an orgasm. As punishment, Paula was not allowed to touch herself for a week while she continued to follow Aryna's sexual commands in her daily adventures. When the week was over, Paula was a desperate mess and so, so glade that Aryna was back from her businesstrip and could take care of her a whole afternoon before Paula’s husband came home. Paula had never lost control like that since.
This time Paula stopped when she was told to; she was drenched in sweat, trembling with
excitement and her nipples were already aching.
“You look so pretty like that, love.” Aryna says and Paula managed to look at her and smile. “Now the vibrator!” Aryna commanded.
Paula slipped off her panties again, reached for the vibrator and spread her legs in front of the screen to let Aryna see how wet she was and how she pushed the vibrator inside her. She let out a shaky breath when it was all the way inside her. It would feel better if Aryna had put it inside her but still it was nice and just knowing how Aryna could control her now made Paula love it already.
“Good. Since this is the first time we're doing this, you should put your panties back on. But I think we should change that next time. Do you think you could keep it inside you by yourself?” Aryna asked.
Paula nodded quickly. Aryna had another time planned already? Fuck yes. She slipped her lacy panties back on, the vibrator pressed all the deeper into her. Now Aryna would be with her the whole day, just like she was with all the clothes she bought Paula and Paula wore in her daily life, or with the jewelry or the perfume Aryna had bought Paula, because her husband had found it too expensive or with the loving, joking texts they exchanged all day. Aryna was always there.
“Now the dress and wear a bra underneath.” Aryna said. Paula reached for the bra she had put on that morning but then she saw Aryna shaking her head. “Take the one that is too small for you, so that your nipples are not neglected.” She explained.
The too small bra made sure that the clamps were pressed even tighter into Paula's skin
and when she stood up to put her dress back on she noticed the vibrator moving inside her. Fuck, how would she she survive a day like that? Her nipples were constantly being teased and her heels changed her postuare in a way that made the virbator move with every step. How could Paula go on with her day, pretending nothing was going on, while underneath her closest she was dressed up like that?!
“Very good, baby. You do so well and just the idea that you have this all on and in you all day … focusing on work will be hard for me. Let yourself be surprised when the vibrator starts and remember, it stays inside you until I say otherwise! If you turn it off I will be notified!” Aryna says with a smirk. As if Paula would ever do that.With each step, the vibrator moved inside Paula and her nipples were in constant pain, the good sort of pain.
Paula was packing all the important things she needed to run errands into her handbag when it vibrated for the first time. An unexpected wave of pleasure overcame her body and she almost fell to her knees. It felt so good and since she knew Aryna was controlling it made her even more horny. Damn, how was she going to manage to get things done like this?
If only she was Aryna’s wife, then Aryna would know exactly why Paula got only half her to dos done by the evening. But sadly she is not and she cannot be so she had to find a way to get everything done
The vibrations did not return until Paula had reached the store where she wanted to do her groceries. Aryna was back from her trip soon and Paula arranged it that her husband would be at a friend’s party that evening. She wanted to have a nice welcom back dinner for Aryna and needed to buy the things for that now. At least she knew she did not need to worry about her dessert, she would be that herself.
Paula was just about to put some tomatoes in the basket when the vibrations started again,
only much more intense than the first time. The vibrator had to be on a much higher setting now, Aryna that evil bitch.
Paula almost let out a scream, but she was able to restrain herself at the last second.
She hoped that the Aryna wouldn't let it vibrate for too long, because it made it so much harder to look normal. She could deal with the clamps, Paula had often gone out with these on for Aryna, but the vibrator was so much worse. Paula however was not lucky, Aryna really wanted to test her limits. It vibrated inside her for almost the entire shopping trip, sometimes
faster, sometimes slower. But always excruciatingly exciting! Her entire panties were soaked and Paula had to squeeze her legs together and take small steps in order to endure it and not touch herself in the next row of shelves. God, all she wanted now was Aryna to be right there and ride her face or tigh.
When Paula was at the checkout, the setting was suddenly raised so high that she could not help but moan, her fingers clutching the shopping cart helplessly.
"Is everything okay, ma'am?" The cashier asked and Paula couldn't do more than a nod. She
knew that if she tried to form a sentence now, it would have been nothing more than an
exasperated groan or a breathed “Aryna”.Only when Paula had put her shopping away and was sitting in her car did the agonizing
vibrations stop. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and sure enough, Aryna had
texted her: “And?”
Paula thought for a moment, then she held her cell phone between her legs to take a
photo, which she sent first, then she wrote: “My panties are practically dripping...! I would have loved to ask the next best person to just take me while I did the groceries!”Aryna texted back immediately. “I'm nice, you'll be spared until you get home. But at home you'll strip down to your underwear and go about your business. You won't put your clothes back on until I tell you to. If someone is at the door, you have to open it in your bra and soaked panties. No touching, no orgasm ;)”. God, Aryna really was in a playing and teasing mood today.
“I don't think I can do it…” texted back, she was already so fucking turned on. She was about to drive over to Aryna’s house and wait there until Aryna would finally come back from her trip!
“You have permission to rub yourself against objects when you film it. But still no orgasm.” Aryna suggested.
Paula bit her lip, her hips moved on instinct, then she nodded to herself. “You will get a lot of videos then” She texted back.
“Spoil me ;)” Aryna replied.Paula had calmed down a little on the way home, although she was still full and wet and
had sore nipples, but at least she had had a short break from the constant excitement. At
home she undressed as ordered and just had to run her fingers over her own body for a second. She wanted to be touched by Aryna so badly. Paula had barely told Aryna when her insides began to vibrate again, her hand pressed between her legs straight away. Moaning, she sank to the floor, wishing that Aryna would suddenly be there and just fuck her until she was oversensitive and crying. Or that she would at least be allowed to bring herself to orgasm. But instead she had to go about her daily chores. Again and again she found herself thrusting her hips into the void, looking for even a little relief. By now her thighs were sticking together from their own wetness and beads of sweat were running down her half-naked body. Not once had the vibrating stopped completely; if it had, it had only gotten weaker. It was always there, while Paula cleaned, while she did the laundry, when she tried to prepare dinner. She was blissfully tortured the whole time and oh well, did Aryna get a lot of sexy photos and videos. Every time Paula thought she might be able to cope with the low level of vibration, and that she could just ignore it, Aryna switched the setting to a higher level again.Paula was about to start dinner when the vibration suddenly stopped. Surprised and grateful,
she looked at her cell phone, where a single command awaited her:
“Finished world - Video chat!”
Paula almost ran up the stairs to the video chat. As always, Aryna's was already there. Her blouse was half open, showing off her sexy black lingrie. Paula wanted to kiss and fuck her so much right now.
“Had a good day?” Aryna asked with a grin and then: “Take off your underwear.”
Paula unhooked her bra with relief and felt at least a little relieved when her breasts were
finally allowed out of the much too tight bra, the chain dangelling between the clamps. Then she pulled her wet pair of panties off her legs. They were soaked.
“I think you had enough for today, you did so well. Remove the clamps and pull the vibrator out of you.” Aryna said gentley.
Paula did both with relief, her nipples stood out hard and painful. You could still see the bite
of the clamps on them, normally if Aryna was there in person she would kiss and stroke these marks now to make up for the pain. Paula would have at least liked to rub them for relief, but she knew that any touch would make them hurt even more. Like Aryna wanted to, Paula would feel that for days and remember that only Aryna could make her feel so good and loved.
Relieved, Paula also pulled the vibrator of herself. It hit the mattress and Paula herself felt how sensitive and swollen she was.
“Lick it clean until there's nothing of you left on it.” Aryna demand, which again, would be something she would usually do if she was there in person. But she wasnt and so Paula got the job.
Paula thought about it for a moment, then leaned forward so that she could be seen better on camera. She licked a strip from bottom to top over the vibrator before pushing it all the way into her mouth. She knew how much Aryna loved her mouth and seeing it out to work. Paula tasted herself on the rubber and sucked on it for a moment. When she
was finished, she held the shiny rubber up to the camera to prove to Aryna how well she listened.
“Well done, baby. You can put it away now.” Aryna says.
On shaky legs, Paula stood up to hide the vibrator in a box in her closet. Then she returned to the camera and sat down so that Aryna had a good view of her tortured body parts. All hers, all done by her and all for her.
“You did so well, I am so proud, Paula” Aryna said.
“Thank you” Paula whispered and blushed. She loved to hear such words from Aryna.
“And it was so hot.” Aryna added.
Paula nodded and let out a breath she did not realize she was holding. She always felt so good after spending a day listening to Aryna, especially if they had not seen each other in a while.
“Are you alright?” Aryna wanted to know.
“just horny.” Paula said and laughed.
“I will be back tomorrow.” Aryna remembered.
“I know” Paula said and fell back on her arms to realx. “But still too long” She whined. “I want you, and your body and your love.” She added.
Aryna smirked. “You really still want me right now?” She asked.
“God, yes. I am so horny. Tell me what to do, how to please you right now. I want it so much.” Paula begged. She needed another task that lasted until she would see Aryna tomorrow. Something to focus on and know it made Aryna want to come home faster.
“How about completing a small task, even if your husband is there?” Aryna suggested.
A little unsure what that meant, Paula nodded. Until now, they had never done anything that
her husband could have noticed until he payed close attention. Just to be save. They could not risk anyone finding out about their love. But the idea that Paula was still being controlled even when her husband was back home made her curious. She wanted to prove to Aryna that she only loved her, not her husband and she was so horny just thinking about doing something for Aryna while serving her husband dinner or laying next to him bed.
Aryna nodded and leaned back in her chair. “Take your wet panties and push them inside you. Leave it inside you until we meet again tomorrow.” She suggested with a pleased smile. “I bought them after all to be worn by what is also mine. So I should decide where and how they are used by you, right?” She added.
Paula moaned, grabbed her soaked panties and nodded. “Yes” She said, already slowly pushing the fabric into herself. It was so weird but so god. Oh yes, Aryna picked her laundry and she herself was Aryna’s too and so Aryna decided about her.
“Fuck, you look so hot like that. Does it feel good?”
Paula nodded.
“Good. Leave them in until I am there to pull them out, huh? If your husband catches you doing it, that's your problem.” Aryna said with a winks.
Paula moaned and could not help but rub her own nipples.
Aryna giggled and leaned closer to the camera. “I love you baby and tomorrow I will be back to take my panties back and take good care of you.”
“I will be waiting.” Paula promised.