Rivales con Beneficios

Words couldn't properly describe how exceedingly hard it was to not just let Lorenza's body go, but to actually suggest that they stop doing the extremely sensual thing they were doing. Especially with the way Lorenza's thigh was pressing her down the middle and the way those delectable breasts of hers slid all over Carmen's chest. The only thing that made it bearable was the faint promise that it could be improved on - it was worth the strain.

Lorenza had a good voice for domination - commanding, powerful, but not gruff, not hoarse, not without her usual feminity. It made taking her commands very easy, so when she gave the order to strip, Carmen quickly did so. Her pants came off and her panties followed them, tossed off into a far corner of the room. She assumed the tape could stay on, though - it was debatable, but Carmen felt a naked person with some tape on her fist was still naked. Besides, it helped signify them as boxers, a good visual reminder of their connection. And if Lorenza didn't agree, well, she had access to a wealth of tools for discipline.

Carmen's 'special' closet came complete with all the necessary accouterments. Boots, a leather corset with matching thong. A whip, a strap, a crop, and even a leather padded paddle with metal studs on the back. Two collars - one, normal with a leash, the other, with a small device attached to it and a remote control to give it shocks. A blindfold and a ballgag, both clean and ready for use. Handcuffs for the hands and footcuffs for the feet. And that was all on the normal shelf.

Below that, there were all sorts of unique gadgets. An ice messager, great for generating cold without the drips of ice cubes. A glove with sharp points on the end and one with an electric generator attached to it for quick shocks. A leather chastity belt for tease play, made to fit and cover the back and front. Chains, perfect for stringing anyone up to the middle of the room now that the punching bag had been moved. And there, right at the bottom, was a queening stool - a nice, plush seat with a hole in it where a head could rest comfortably. Or uncomfortably, depending on the mistress' tastes.

And Carmen bought all of this since coming to Japan. It had been a busy year.

She took the proper position on hands and knees and looked up and down Lorenza's body. "See anything that interests you, senora?"

Lorenza didn't have to glance over her shoulder to make certain that Carmen was obeying her. The Puerto Rican boxer was experienced with this sort of thing—domination and submission—and she knew how to behave. Lorenza was giddy as she opened up the cabinet and peered inside in the dim light. She was glad she had her back to Carmen, because grinning like an idiot was not very becoming for a woman who was slated to be the domme for the next several hours.

Lorenza had to say, she was impressed with the collection of toys Carmen had assembled. There were toys for pet play, restraints, queening, erotic torture...more sex toys than Lorenza had ever seen. To think that she and Carmen might have put these to good use on each other months ago...

Lorenza would quickly slip off her own bra and panties, leaving her just as naked as her rival. But she wouldn't remain naked. Lorenza would take out the leather boots, corset, and thong, holding them up, admiring them. She knew Carmen probably wore these frequently when she visited her club. Now, she would get to see someone else wearing them. Lorenza would pull the corset around her torso and fasten it, slide on the thong, and then pull up the tall boots to just below her knees. Then, grabbing the collar and leash and the riding crop, Lorenza would turn back around to face Carmen, hoping that the wait had not been too unbearable for the brunette boxer.

"In there? Oh, maybe," Lorenza would say teasingly in reply to Carmen's query. She would slowly approach her naked friend, and attach the collar around Carmen's neck. Her hand would then caress the side of Carmen's face, pulling it up a little so that their eyes would meet again. "But right now? Definitely. Definitely." She grinned fiercely as she would give a little tug on the leash which was attached to the collar Carmen now wore, pulling her rival closer to her legs, letting Carmen's naked body rub up against the sleek boots.

Carmen watched with keen interest and a focused eye as Lorenza stripped down in front of her, and for the first time she was treated with the reality behind some of her deepest fantasies - she was one of the few priveledged people to ever catch an unclothed glimspe of the world champion's world class ass. Kneeling down of the floor, naked on the cold mat, was easy. Looking at that body and not taking Lorenza from behind was much more difficult.

She thought Lorenza would've been content with simply being naked - Carmen certainly was. But when she saw her reach for the boots, she realized what the One and Only was going for. The thought that her clothes would be carrying Lorenza's scent until she washed them again was crazy enough, but to see her dressing up right in front of her? It was a tease, whether Lorenza meant it to be or not. Carmen's breathes were more like heated gasps, practically panting as she waited for the big reveal.

Finally, finally, Lorenza turned back around and Carmen was treated to the spectacular sight of leather hugging the beautiful boxer's body. She'd always had a commanding, powerful air about her, but this outfit accentuated every muscle, framed her perfect breasts and her slick hips, highlighted all the sensual features. It turned her into a goddess, and when she reached down with the collar and brought it around Carmen's neck, she gladly accepted the show of dominance. If they were setting benchmarks, she was going to have to work exceptionally hard to top this.

Carmen followed the leash's tug and laid her body against Lorenza's leg, rested her head against her hardened thigh. She placed a few gentle kisses here and there, while she ground her hips against the leather boots, only pausing to take the occasional glance up at Lorenza to guage her reactions. "How can I please you, senora?"

Lorenza was half expecting Carmen to attack her from behind. It was strange—even though they were friends, whenever they were hanging out Lorenza felt like she should expect a fight. Violence was the best way for the two of them to show their respect, admiration, and affection for each other. Maybe there would be more violence later in the evening. Right now, though, Carmen was an obedient little pet, letting Lorenza slip on the collar without a fuss. Lorenza was almost disappointed, since it meant that she had to hold off on using the crop.

Carmen then leaned forward against Lorenza's leather boots, kissing the Mexican's bare thighs softly. It made Lorenza's body warm up some more, made her face turn a little red with excitement. "Oh, you can be a dirty little submissive slut when you want to be..." she would observe, giving the leash another tug to force Carmen's face right up between her legs, just a couple of inches below her thong-clad crotch, to let Carmen get a good whiff of just how aroused she was.

Lorenza paused for a second. She didn't have any experience with BDSM. But she did know what she liked, and what she wanted to do to Carmen. She would just go for it. No reservations.

"How about you worship me? I want you to kiss me all the way from my forehead down to the soles of these boots. Don't forget the back, too—no way I'll let you get away without kissing my ass and telling me how much you love it and want to be suffocating under it," Lorenza would say. "And you'd better do it all to my liking, or else you might get a little of..."

She would illustrate her point, bringing the crop down sharply onto Carmen's buttocks once. "When I tell you you're done, I want you to lay on your back like a good girl, okay?"

Carmen had been in enough scenarios to know how this worked, what the deal was, where the control really lied. BDSM wasn't about the dommes controlling subs, not really - it was about the illusion of control. At the end of the day, Lorenza would only do as much or as little as Carmen allowed her to do. There were limits, and the trick was to make those limits seem invisible. The best dommes knew when to start, when to stop, when to slam the brakes down hard and when to go off, full throttle.

That was why the smile stayed etched on her face. This was like a dance, and one she and Lorenza were long overdue for. "When I want to be." She added with a little playful defiance, as she looked back up at Lorenza with a devious edge to her playful smile. The fire hadn't gone completely out of her, and it never would - but Carmen could make it simmer, for a little while. Enough for them both to get something out of this.

She sighed as her face was brought closer to Lorenza's crotch, and she felt the heat before she could take a sniff. It came out of her like a furnace on low burn, subtle waves that seemed to caress her face with every pulse. And the smell was a heady, heavenly flavor. One she'd smelled many times before, but never mixed with oil like this. Not from a body so powerful.

Carmen had been curious what Lorenza would do now that she was in the driver's seat, and she licked her lips at the suggestion. No - the order. It was a simple task to say, more challenging to actually do, but delightfully fun either way. "Si, señora."

She stood up, nice and slow, taking time to run her tongue along Lorenza's bared chest as she rose. Since she was in high heels now, it was a little difficult to actually reach her forehead, but Carmen stood on her tiptoes and managed to plant a single kiss on her forehead. Then, the descent began.

Nose. Chin. Cheeks, left and right. Each shoulder was given a kiss and a teasing bite to go along with it. Down past the collarbone, to each jutting, magnificent breast. Carmen gave them extra attention, both of them, and took the time to suckle away on each nipple. Her lips covered them and her tongue did its work in shadow, prodding away at the hardened nubs.

She couldn't stay there forever, so the journey continued, as she smacked away at the tough leather corset, eager to get back to the succulent flesh. Her only pause was made in front of the crotch. She didn't just kiss it, she ran her tongue along the side and slowly let it dip underneath, flicking along the side of Lorenza's pussy before pulling out and resuming her task.

She gave Lorenza's supreme thighs the worship they deserved, , adorning each one with feverish kisses, untl, she reached the boots and enjoyed running her tongue along the clean latex. All the way to the bottom. The very bottom.

Then Carmen stood up and started to step around Lorenza...

Lorenza would put her hands on her hips and stand still as Carmen moved to do as she had been ordered. The Mexican boxer struck a proud, dominant figure as Carmen went to work, kissing first the top of Lorenza's head, then her cheeks, her nose, and making her way on down. She spent some time on Lorenza's breasts—forcing the Tigress to grit her teeth as she made sure not to moan—before descending further, even daring to tease Lorenza's crotch before making her way all the way down the Tigress's legs, licking the soles of the boots before moving around to Lorenza's back.

Carmen had been doing a fine job so far, but Lorenza wanted to make sure that she had a little extra encouragement for this next part. "You make sure to pay my ass the respect it deserves, ¿comprendes?" Lorenza would call out, bringing the riding crop around to give another quick lash to Carmen's ass as she made her way around.

"Worship it, and beg for me to put it right on your face. Tell me why you want to have your face sat on," Lorenza would finish instructing her favorite rival, her heartbeat racing as she waited to see how Carmen would respond to all of these orders.

Carmen couldn't help but have a genuine yelp as Lorenza brought the crop down and sliced into her from behind. It wasn't just the blow itself, but how well she managed to weild her weapon of choice. Most beginners held it against the skin for too long after the impact or didn't hit quick enough. Lorenza used just the right amount torque in the wrist and got a good crack for her efforts. Not perfect - Carmen would've given it more windup. But a good start.

Lorenza's hair was so long and lush that worshipping her skin was a little difficult until she got low enough to move past it. She managed to plant a few kisses on the back of her neck, but nowhere near as much as she deserved. The corset covered most of her back, too, so that was likewise uneventful - she got in a few licks between the straps, but was unsatisfied.

It wasn't until she reached the main attraction that things started to pick up and her blood began to race again. Lorenza's ass was perfectly framed by the thongs, each glorious side sticking out in well-rounded glory. Carmen laid her head against it like a pillow and nuzzled away, while her tongue darted out and took samples of the sweaty, oily mix.

"Please..." She whispered into Lorenza's ass, as if there was an extra ear down there to pick it up. "I've wanted this body for years. This ass for years. Every time you'd walk away from me after a round, I'd sneak a quick look on my way back to the corner. I don't want to dream anymore. I don't want to guess. I want to experience it. Totally." She kissed the right cheek high. "Fully." In the middle. "Completely." At the bottom, then dragged her tongue all the way back to the top.

Lorenza, after bringing the crop down sharply on Carmen's ass that time for emphasis—and also just because she wanted to see Carmen yelp and see her ass turn slightly red from the stinging blow—would be content to stand, silent but imposing and authoritative, waiting for Carmen to continue to do what she had been instructed to do.

The Puerto Rican did it without hesitation. Lorenza didn't mind the way her friend skimmed over her neck and her back. Hair and corset conspired to cover those up, preventing Carmen from getting good access to bare skin. It was a different story when she got to Lorenza's ass, however. The Tijuana native grinned and made a very satisfied noise as she felt Carmen's lips on her rear and heard the worship that Carmen gave her.

"You'll get it, mi hermana. You'll get all of this ass, for as long as you could ever hope for," Lorenza would say. "Now you finish kissing your way down my legs, then get down on your back and beg like a dog for me to sit on your face." Lorenza would have to hold back a chuckle after she made the strong demand.

That Lorenza was getting so much out of this helped sell it more than she could possibly know. Carmen knew her well enough to read her body, could tell how close she was to having a laugh, but she held it in well. Having fun was important, maybe even the most important thing about  a scene - the dommes that took it too seriously were the ones that people tended to avoid.

Carmen took Lorenza's pleasant purrs as a sign of success, and continued to move down, further and further, as she enjoyed Lorenza's thighs from behind. She let her tongue do most of the work, now, running down all the way down to the pit of her knee and swirling for a moment before continuing her descent. She tasted the boots, suckled on the leather, and worshipped all the way down to the heel. There was scarcely five inches of Lorenza's body that hadn't received special attention, and she'd likely fill up those spaces before they were through.

"You're enjoying yourself." Carmen whispered, as if they had an audience to hide anything from, while she moved away from Lorenza and laid on her back. Her body was on full display, laid out, bare and naked. Sometimes, she might feel inadequate, especially when compared to some of the more full-bodied women that the AFW had to offer. But Lorenza looked at her like she was the sexiest thing in the world, and that washed any doubts away. For the time being.

"Please, sit on my face, senora. Control my breath. You're the the queen, and I want to be your thrown. Take your rightful place." She closed her eyes in anticipation.

Lorenza stood tall and proud as Carmen finished worshipping her. She lifted up each leg in turn so that Carmen could kiss all the way down to the sole, and suck on the bottom side of the boots for a little while. Then, Carmen would move away. As she laid down on her back, she made sure to sneak in that little comment, and it made Lorenza chuckle warmly. Yes, she was enjoying herself. Being able to do this sort of thing with Carmen, at long last, made her almost giddy.

“And what if I am?” Lorenza would say, breathing slowly and keeping her voice low and stern, as befitting of a domme, or at least befitting Lorenza’s imagination of how a domme should act. “You’re enjoying yourself much more than I am. You’ve been dreaming of my ass for years. You admitted it yourself, you horny little piruja.” As she teased Carmen, she would lift one booted foot up, letting it hover over Carmen’s sex for a second before pressing it down, harder and harder, hoping to stimulate her Puerto Rican friend’s pussy with the pressure.

“Beg more,” she would demand, as she kept her foot pressing on Carmen’s crotch. “Say my name. Say ‘Señora Lorenza, Señora Lorenza Saldano, la Tigresa de Tijuana, la Única e Incomparable…’”