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Did she expect more leather? A larger collection of whips, maybe? Whatever it was, Thomasin seemed uncomfortable at times, and this caught Shola’s attention more often than usual. It looked like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Perhaps it was pleasure, but Shola was skeptical about that. There was more to it. There always is. Shola was deep inside her client’s ass, so being extra careful was the name of the game. Thomasin’s lost gaze, and tearful eyes were a mystery even to her experienced Domme for the night. She wanted pain, she wanted everything, way too much for her first time, her first scene with anyone. She was hurt.

“Green?” Asked Shola, as the girl beneath her grunted.

She shook her head. It was a no. Shola’s hips stopped moving. Her knees were firmly rooted on the carpet.

“Yellow?” Shola continued. This time it was a yes, but it wasn’t as clear as Shola would like it to be. Was she being responsible? No one’s above such a question. Shola ungagged Thomasin. The girl was in trance. “What now? What do you want from your mistress, slut? You may speak but be quick”.

“I think I’m ready”, Thomasin said, breathing heavily.

Shola found it useful to check on her clients this way, before interrupting a scene. What Thomasin wanted was the reason why she went to the club in the first place. Shola knew it very well, because Epona told her everything, especially about those boys from school, the hesitation, the avoidance. Years before, before adopting her true name, in a game of truth and dare, her friends all got to play with Epona, and have a taste of her, Thomasin panicked, but she kept bullying Epona after the game. It’s wonderful how the mind can compartmentalize life and keep most intense experiences locked deep inside. Who knew Thomasin finally decided to feel it with her mouth, an equine dick, since the chance Epona had given to her was lost forever? She couldn’t take it, not yet. Shola’s words were calm, but powerful: “what did you say?”

“Mistress! I think I’m ready… Mistress.”

“You don’t get to decide when you’re ready, playtoy, but if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you feel some warm spunk on your face as a reward. As for those lips and tongue of yours, they’ll have to wait.

“Yes, mistress. Mistress knows best. Thank you.”

Thomasin’s eyes became green again as she opened her mouth to be gagged. Shola’s hips resumed a slow-paced movement, and so did everything else after that. She wasn’t ready, but she was green, all green, dreaming about greener days.

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Hello there, fellow futa lovers!

Here’s a much-deserved follow-up to our January monthly painting. A couple of days after I posted it, I revisited the scene and decided to unveil the next hour or two of this story. I once dated a girl who was a (very inexperienced, immature) Domme and I accepted being her Submissive for a night, but I don’t think that counts as a positive experience. At. All. For all those of you who live the BDSM lifestyle, this fellow artist has kinky thoughts and draws kinky drawings, but my relationships are pretty much vanilla. So… Since I rely more on research than actual, personal experience, feel free to comment if I made any gross mistake/portrayal of power exchange dynamics and all this beautiful Jazz that’s BDSM, OK? OK.

Thank you all so much for the love and support! Enjoy!

Q.