PUPPET "Jenlisa"

.Intimate.

I'm as bored as Lisa. ah, and smut ahead.

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Third person pov.

Leather felt strange on lisa's skin. she wanted to take it off because it was just so fucking humiliating for her, only if she could.

 Lisa thought to herself that Jennie was being kind to her by only putting a leather choker on her neck, she thought that Jennie could definitely do worse and Lisa in no way wanted to find out those ruthless ways of Jennie punishing her.

 she wandered through the halls of the palace searching for someone to talk to. Her footsteps led her to Rose, a gentle presence amidst the chaos of palace life. Rose's warm smile greeted her, a ray of sunshine in the dimly lit corridors.

"Hey, Lisa, what brings you here?" Rose's voice was soft, her eyes filled with concern.

Lisa sighed, the weight of her burdens heavy upon her shoulders. "Just... wandering, I guess. Trying to make sense of everything."

Rose nodded in understanding, her expression sympathetic. "It's a lot to take in, I know."

Their conversation meandered through the intricacies of palace life, providing Lisa with a momentary respite from her worries. But as they parted ways, the shadows of uncertainty loomed large in Lisa's mind.

Making her way to Jennie's chambers, Lisa's heart raced with anticipation. She knew that her meeting with Jennie would only bring more questions than answers, but she had no choice but to face the enigmatic woman head-on.

As she entered Jennie's room, a sense of foreboding washed over her. Jennie sat at her desk, seemingly lost in thought, her presence commanding the room.

"Come in," Jennie's voice broke the silence, sending a shiver down Lisa's spine.

Lisa approached cautiously, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking into a trap, that Jennie had some ulterior motive for summoning her here.

"Sit on the bed while I finish this," Jennie's voice was cool and composed, betraying nothing of her true intentions.

As Lisa sat, a sense of unease settled over her. She watched in silence as Jennie moved about the room, her movements fluid and graceful.

But as Jennie turned her attention to Lisa, the air crackled with tension. Lisa felt a drop of sweat trickle down her forehead, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jennie's gaze bore into her, dark and intense, as she began to unbutton her clothes. Lisa's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling with confusion and fear.

But as Jennie drew closer, a surge of panic coursed through Lisa's veins. She wanted to run, to escape from this suffocating room, but she knew that there was no turning back now.

She was trapped in Jennie's web, ensnared by her allure, and there was no escape.

"calm down there's nothing to be afraid unless you want it to be fearing." Jennie calmly whispered, smirking.

Lisa unintentionally took a step back to get out of Jennie's arms, only for Jennie to grab Lisa's arms tighter.

"Going somewhere?" Jennie said with a straight face now as she started walking making Lisa sit on the edge of the bed. Jennie went further and pushed Lisa slowly till Lisa was now laying on the bed fully.

"Jenn.. ma'am i mean.. i.." Lisa's mind was running a thousand mile making her unable to form a sentence.

Jennie looked at Lisa skeptically. " When did exactly using my name became a normal thing for you?" her tone was mellow but deep it was terrifying. Jennie's hand were at both sides of Lisa's head.

As Lisa looked at Jennie's face she could see just how bored she is with this conversations and at the moment she was going to shut her up and she couldn't be more right.

"Ahmm...."

Suddenly Jennie closed the distance between them and just an inch from Lisa's face.

"silent, okay? if i wanted to talk, i wouldn't be on top of you in my bed." Jennie said with her usual tone.

Jennie and Lisa lay upon Jennie's bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of Jennie's desire and power.

Jennie sought to claim Lisa in the most intimate ways while Lisa harbored reservations about it.

Jennie, with a smoldering look in her eyes, traced her fingers along Lisa's delicate cheekbone, whispering, "Stop being difficult. It'll only make it hard for you."

Lisa hesitated, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Could you not?"

Jennie persisted, her hands roaming over Lisa's body, "No."

Despite Lisa's tears, Jennie's determination did not stop. She began to caress Lisa's breasts, teasing her nipples into achingly hard peaks.

Lisa couldn't help but gasp at the sudden onslaught of sensation. Even herself didn't know why she was being difficult.

Jennie's lips found Lisa's, her kisses insistent and with the taste of aggression. She owned Lisa's mouth with her tongue, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

Slowly, Lisa's resistance began to show more. She found herself avoiding Jennie's touch, but her body was coming alive under the dominant's skilled hands.

Jennie's fingers continued to explore Lisa's body, delving between her thighs to find the wetness that betrayed Lisa's words . She stroked Lisa's clit in slow circles, causing her to gasp and moan.

"Should i really not?" Jennie murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Jennie, satisfied with Lisa's response, held her close.

Jennie rose and began by tying Lisa's hands and feet to the bed with velvety ropes. Lisa's heart raced, but she couldn't physically stop Jennie, she closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the experience.

Jennie then slowly undressed Lisa, taking her time to explore every inch of her puppet's body. 

"I won't make it too hard for you if you stop the resistance raven. you don't know how much i enjoy it if you beg me to stop. so your choice." Jennie whispered sickingly sweet in Lisa's ear.

She kissed Lisa's neck, teasing her earlobe with her tongue. She traced her fingers along Lisa's collarbone, making her shiver with temptations.

She brushed her thumbs over Lisa's nipples, making them harden under her touch.

Lisa whimpered as Jennie's hand slipped between her legs, finding her wet and ready. Jennie teased Lisa's clit with her fingers, before sliding them inside her.

Lisa arched her back, moaning as Jennie began to move her fingers in and out of her.

Jennie then undressed herself and climbed on top of Lisa, pinning her down with her body. It was a first time, the first time Lisa saw Jennie's body.

And it was everything Lisa needed to let go of that part of her that was still refusing the pleasure. Jennie was the finest work of all gods.

She kissed Lisa deeply, their tongues dancing together as Jennie's fingers continued to work their magic below.

Lisa could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but Jennie wouldn't let her come yet. She pulled her fingers out and began to massage Lisa's clit in slow, circular motions.

Lisa's hips bucked as she tried to grind against Jennie's hand, but Jennie held her down, teasing her mercilessly.

Finally, Jennie relented and let Lisa come. Lisa cried out as the orgasm washed over her, her whole body shaking with pleasure. 

In that moment, Lisa understood her place far more clearly.  And Jennie, with her touch, had proven herself worthy of her name.