copulation b.e imagines

ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ*

Billie: Bottom

Maggie: Top

TW: talks of BDSM, orgasm denial, and aftercare

Maggie and Billie had always shared a deep bond, an intimacy that went beyond the physical. They knew each other's desires and boundaries, yet there was one part of Billie's longing that had remained hidden. Billie craved pain, craved the intense pleasure that came with surrendering completely, but the fear of rejection had kept her silent. Tonight, however, Billie was determined to share this deepest desire with Maggie, hoping for acceptance and fulfillment.

The setting was their house, an intimate and familiar space that had seen countless moments of love and passion. Tonight, though, the air was charged with a different kind of energy. The living room was dimly lit by candles, casting flickering shadows on the walls. A sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air as Billie stood nervously, her heart pounding in her chest.

Maggie entered the room, her presence commanding and confident. She wore a black satin robe that clung to her curves, exuding an aura of dominance that made Billie's knees weak. Maggie's eyes locked onto Billie's, reading the unspoken plea in their depths.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Billie?" Maggie's voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

Billie swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Maggie, there's something I've been hiding. Something I've been too scared to admit."

Maggie's expression softened, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You know you can tell me anything, Billie. I'm here to listen."

Taking a deep breath, Billie mustered the courage to speak her truth. "I... I want you to hurt me, Maggie. I want to feel the pain, the degradation. It's something I've fantasized about for so long, but I didn't know how to tell you."

Maggie's eyes darkened with understanding and desire. She stepped closer, her fingers gently lifting Billie's chin. "Thank you for trusting me, Billie. I promise I'll take care of you. Tonight, we'll explore your desires together."

Maggie led Billie to the center of the room, where a sturdy wooden chair awaited. She motioned for Billie to sit, and as she did, Maggie began to secure her wrists and ankles to the chair with soft, yet unyielding, leather straps. The sensation of being bound sent a shiver of anticipation down Billie's spine.

Maggie's touch was both tender and authoritative as she adjusted the straps, ensuring Billie was comfortable yet immobile. She leaned in, her breath warm against Billie's ear. "Remember, Billie, you're safe with me. If at any point you need to stop, just say the safe word."

Billie nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Thank you, Maggie. I trust you completely."

Maggie stepped back, her eyes raking over Billie's bound form with a predatory hunger. She picked up a riding crop from a nearby table, the leather gleaming in the candlelight. She circled Billie, the crop trailing lightly over her skin, teasing and testing her sensitivity.

With a swift flick of her wrist, Maggie brought the crop down on Billie's thigh. The sharp sting elicited a gasp from Billie, her body tensing against the restraints. Maggie's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Billie's reaction.

"Do you like that, Billie?" Maggie's voice was low and seductive, her words wrapping around Billie like a vice.

"Yes, Maggie," Billie breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I love it."

Maggie continued her ministrations, the crop leaving a trail of red marks on Billie's skin. Each strike was measured, precise, and designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure-pain. Billie's moans grew louder, her body arching in response to the exquisite torment.