A/N: This story is completely fictional. Any characters presented are of the author's imagination and any similarities to real persons should be dismissed as coincidental. All persons are above the age of 18 and completely consenting to the sexual activity presented. The main dominant in this story is nonbinary with They pronouns used consistently throughout the story. If, for some reason, this is not ideal to you please go elsewhere for entertainment.
This was better the first time around but I accidently deleted the progress and didn't have energy to re-write until today.
I hope you like it and as always thanks for reading.
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A queen, they thought, even as they held her face down on their dick.
Even here, on her knees, face a mess of spit and make-up, dress hiked up and panties pulled between her cheeks; even here she is a queen. They reached down, stroking her face with one hand and tugging on her panties with the other. She pulled away from their member, a long strand of saliva sliding down her cheek as she backed up and turned around, giggling as she slowly pulled the shiny red fabric down her small but full cheeks.
They watched in fascination as the material slid down her dark skin, marveling as she lifted one leg high in the air to show them everything she had as she handed them her panties with their toes.
'There just isn't another word for it, her very existence demands attention.'
They took her panties in their right hand, grabbing her ankle with their left and pulling her along the wood floor towards them.
She squealed in mock protest as they pulled her panties over their face and took in her scent, pressing their girth against her lower lips with a promise of what was to come...
She tried to push them into her, receiving a sharp slap to her ass in response.
"Not yet you eager slut, I have plans for you and we are working at my pace." 'It's so hard to deny her what she wants, but even now I am serving her.'
They stepped back, removing the panties from their face and moving to the couch against the wall to the right. They patted the arm rest, and understanding what was being asked she slipped out of her dress and crawled to them. She bent over the arm rest, face against the cushions and hands behind her back awaiting further instruction. They opened a drawer on the send table and removed a set of rope which they used to bind her wrists together.
"How does that feel? Too tight?"
"No Majesty, they feel okay."
"Very good, now wait here and don't make too much noise unless you want somebody to look through the window at you." She giggled and they blushed to themselves wondering if she wanted that outcome.
They moved upstairs to their bedroom where they pulled a white blouse and black leggings that hugged their ass perfectly. They were nervous; they were preparing to do something that was new to them. She had demanded their attention from the moment they first saw her at the kink club they had been frequenting for a few months.
They were sitting at one of the round tables in the middle of the room conversing with other dominants when they spotted her standing under one of the bondage stations. She appeared to be waiting for something and when she caught them looking at her she winked and proceeded to strip in front of them until she was left only with a blue half-cup bra and a matching thong.
They moved closer to her and assessed the rectangular frame above her. It was designated for public use and they took the opportunity to ask if she wanted to be bound to the frame.
The play had continued after leaving the club that night and their meetings had brought them closer and closer together.
