Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: Graphic sexual content, D/s, BDSM, GLBT (f/f)

Let the Toymaker help you satisfy your every desire.

Sandra awoke to the delicious sensation of leather clad hands running down her naked body. Every nerve came alert as she rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes. There, above her, was the stunning figure of a woman clad in thigh high leather jackboots and a tight body harness fitted with silver studs. The leather gloves she wore looked poured on as they touched her nipples, teasing them to pebble hardness.

Not a word was spoken as Sandra put her hands above her head, crossing them at the wrists to grab the hand holds there. Her legs were gently spread as the other woman knelt in between them. Reaching off to one side, the woman picked up a hard silicone dildo and held it to the soft lighting. The long, thick shaft seemed illuminated slightly in the light while the large, slick knob jutted up at an angle on the other end.

Sandra knew that object well because her hands had shaped it with love and attention to detail. Every bump and ridge had been formed to provide the maximum pleasure imaginable. It wasn't the nine inches that made this one toy so special, it was the upward bend to it that allowed the other woman to slide it into herself and use a small strap to support it. The small gasp of pleasure told her that the thickness of both the knob and the tiny ridges rubbing her clit were doing their job.

A flash of teeth in the soft light told her she'd done well. Her green eyes watched the woman slowly crawl, cat like, up her body to bite her sensitive nipples, making them even more sensitive. The pleasure that burned through her body made her writhe and arch her back, offering more of herself. Whimpering softly she spread her legs wider.

After a few more moments of making her nipples tender, the woman above her suddenly thrust forward, burying the silicone cock deep into Sandra's eager pussy. Both of them had known from the first touch of leather that Sandra would be so wet, no lubrication was needed. The moment their hips met, the leather clad woman let out an animalistic groan and smiled when the same sound came from her own lips.

"Yes." the woman groaned. "Sit up on me now."

She didn't need to be told twice. Moving slowly, wriggling her hips to torment her lover, she rose up so that she was straddling the other woman's lap. Quickly, she found her arms pulled behind her and bound with her own long hair. Thus bound, her pert breasts were thrust outward like an offering to the hungry mouth of her captor.

"Ride me, Sandra. Quickly before I lose myself and throw you back on the bed and fuck you until you can't walk anymore," she growled.