50 Shades of Violet

Just like that, the mood shifted completely. A single word changed that. Jessica probably was the most sensitive girl Sig ever known. For now, though, she's on the end of another punishment just because of that, one that wasn't particularly exciting. She croaked while showing more genuine attempt to try removing her mistress' hand from her throat, only to let out a sudden, agonized yelp as her nipple was twisted out of blue. Her voice was almost like a squeak of a crushed mouse.

"Nnnnnngggg...!" she shook her head weakly, clearly not finding the idea of passing out again appealing despite having no control over the situation whatsoever.

If anything, she's heading towards slumberland rather quickly with the choking and painful twist on her bud combined.

Jessica let the girl go. Of course the girl was not going to manage to pry her hand off of Sig's tantalizingly open neck, but Jessica did not want to force the issue. Besides, Jessica had not been fully washed yet. Passing out in the shower wouldn't have been fun for either of them anyways. "Let me make one thing clear, doggy. You do not get to say no. Not while I am your mistress."

The Violent Violet gave Sig a chance to catch her breath. That was a lesson that she was sure the blonde girl would not soon forget. The blonde girl had been forced to hear her own squeaky, pathetic voice. If Jessica had heard herself like that, she would never go outside again from the shame. But Jessica was an entirely different animal.

"Wash me."

Sig coughed and dropped onto her butt as Jessica released her. She gave her mistress a weak nod as a sign that she got the point, her hands holding her neck for a bit. After a brief moment of respite, the blonde got herself up to her knees, rather shakily, before she reached for the legs of Jessica. Standing up seemed like a difficult task at the moment, so she started her washing at the legs.

Her hands would run up and down the toned legs of her mistress, applying some soap on them and wash every bits carefully. She didn't looked up at Jessica, still feeling a bit afraid to meet the girl's eyes after the choking from earlier.

Jessica loved dogs. She didn't understand them very well, but she understood that making eye contact was a sign of superiority. All the alpha dogs did that, and Jessica could have bored a hole through Sig's head with the way she was staring. There were no shivers of joy as she began to be lathered up. There was nothing other than sheer contempt for the girl.

Jessica flexed her legs. She was still stronger than the girl and she wanted to show it.

Sig felt the legs of Jessica tightening, and she couldn't help but to smile a bit. Even when bathing the girl couldn't help but to show her superiority as if she hadn't got it already. As she washed the soap off those limbs, the blonde gave them a little squeeze as if she's trying to check just how strong they were.

With the legs finished, it was time to move up. Sig sneaked a glance towards her captor, and began to shift herself up to her feet, her hands caressing the midsection of Jessica along the way. She focused her attention on the belly of her mistress, before moving up to the breasts where she'd take her time washing it.

Even if she already got plenty of Jessica's breasts during the last bathing session, Sig just wanted to feel them on her hands again. She couldn't contain those large orbs within her palms, but that's what she liked about bigger woman with sexy figure. They overwhelmed her almost in every sense.

No one could resist the squeeze. Anyone who got close enough wanted to squeeze those slabs of wrought iron. The iron, the real iron of the gym, was one of her best friends, and everyone knew it. The squeeze was just a confirmation in Jessica's eyes of all the hard work she had put in. That along with Sig's complete submissiveness.

Even standing all the way, Sig looked positively lilliputian next to the bigger Jessica. Her breasts were almost as good as her legs and Sig paid apt attention to them. It was nice to have that counterweight to make her back strong, she thought. It made her back strong and usually made her the center of attention.

Jessica lifted her arms above her head. She didn't particularly feel like talking but she was sure that Sig got the message to clean every last inch of her.

There's only so much time she could spend on Jessica's breasts, even if her hands didn't seem like wanting to part ways with those voluptuous orbs. She noticed that her mistress lifted her arms up, and her cheeks blushed a bit as she remembered the moment her face was used as a wipe cloth by the girl. What happened next, Sig could swear that her body acted on its own, or so she'd argue.

She inched her face closer and closer to the armpit of Jessica as if the scent was attracting her like a flower's drawing an insect near. Before she fully realized, Sig found herself nuzzling the armpit of her mistress, before using her tongue to clean it. The taste of sweat was already rinsed by the shower, but that shouldn't make the act less embarrassing. Yet, the blonde found herself feeling excitement inside of shame for some reason...

Jessica had reason to expect a good cleaning but this was a nice change of pace. Not only was Sig cleaning her armpit, but she was cleaning it with her face of her own will. This girl really was the perfect sub, humiliating herself without Jessica having to enforce it. The sensation was a wonderful one, with a deep sense of pride and a light sense of tickling. Jessica shivered.

Without a word, Jessica moved to the other side. Her other armpit needed attention as well. She closed her eyes as she wanted to shut that part of her brain off and just enjoy the feelings of pride and joy and unstoppability she had. She wanted that tongue in her armpit again.

Sig treated the other armpit with the same devotion she had with the previous one. She buried her face to make sure her features would be rubbed all over her mistress' armpit. Then came the tongue as well. She licked and licked until she had cleaned the area well, her expression turned silly again without her realizing it.

Sig was sure she hadn't developed an armpit fetish or something, and yet she's acting as if she had one all along. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't, but all she cared for now was to make sure that the armpit of her mistress wasn't left uncleaned. She probably wouldn't stop if Jessica hadn't told her to.

"Mmmmmm... mmmmhh...."

Jessica let whatever Sig was doing work itself out. All sorts of girls had all sorts of fetishes. Jessica in particular loved asses and tits, and oh yeah, lots and lots of dominance. As active as Jessica usually was she was here to enjoy the ride. And the ride was awfully smooth as Sig brought herself lower and lower still.

The tongue against her worked wonders. Not only for her armpit but for her pride. IT was nice to have that tongue at her beck and call. "Mmmmm." She moaned.