fic: Dominant and Submissive II
Santana was in the choir room with Mr. Scheuster, running through a solo she was going to be singing for Nationals, when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She quickly pulled out the little device and saw she had a text from Quinn. Opening the message, a deep frown etched itself on to her face. “Uhh, Santana, is everything ok?” Mr. Scheuster asked, his voice laced with concern. Santana quickly shook it off and smiled at the teacher.
“Yeah, I just need to leave, I’m really sorry Mr. Scheu, something came up,” she quickly said as she packed up her sheet music into her bag.
“O-Oh, ok, what’s wrong?”
“My kitten’s causing some problems back home, I need to go deal with it,” she said with an exasperated sigh and slung the backpack around her shoulders.
“Oh, I didn’t know you have a cat. That’s great Santana,” Mr. Schesuter replied with a smile, happy to see that the always harsh Santana must have had a soft side if she owned a kitten.
“Yeah, she’s a dear little thing, but so mischievous,” she said with a smirk at her teacher’s ignorance. With a quick wave goodbye, she was out of the choir room and walking at full speed to her car, already mapping out the quickest way to get to Rachel’s house.
**
When the Latina arrived, she let herself in through the back door and quickly jogged up the stairs. She walked down the hall and poked her head into Rachel’s room. On the queen-sized bed lay Quinn and Brittany, who were making out gently, both still fully clothed. Santana looked confused and knocked lightly on the door to alert her girlfriends of her presence. “Hey girls…where’s kitten?” she asked with confusion, though she couldn’t look away from the sight of her hot girlfriends. Quinn, who was on the bottom, lazily pulled a hand away form Brittany’s hip and pointed to a corner. Santana followed Quinn’s gesture and started grinning.
There, facing the corner, was her sweet, innocent kitten, with her skirt and panties pulled down to her ankles and her collar firmly wrapped around her neck. She was standing on a small pile of newspaper and there were piss stains coating her thighs. She was whimpering softly, willing herself to keep her hands, which were balled into tight fists, at her sides. Santana couldn’t help but notice that her ass cheeks were a very faint pink, from just a few spankings.
“And what did kitten do that she gets corner time, hmm?” Santana mused as she dropped her backpack to the floor and started over towards the small brunette. She heard a frustrated sigh from the bed as Brittany and Quinn finally broke apart with reluctance.
“Kitten, explain yourself for Dom San,” Brittany called lazily as the pair sat up, though Quinn instantly started kissing her neck.
Rachel whimpered softly, feeling Santana’s gaze resting heavily on her backside; she was now only a foot or two away from her sub. “I-I…I’m sorry Dommies, I’m sorry!” she whimpered out pleadingly. Santana sighed and slapped Rachel’s ass harshly.
“Dom Brit didn’t ask for an apology. Now, answer the question, what did you do?” Santana added another slap to Rachel’s behind for good measure. The little brunette was quivering.
“I was waiting for my Doms to come home,” she said softly, “and I was s-so horny, so-“
“Kitten’s don’t get horny, Rachel, you know that,” Quinn called idly from the bed. “You’re not helping your cause for punishment, kitty. Now be a good girl and tell your Dommy San what exactly you were doing.”
Rachel swallowed thickly. Santana began lightly running a finger over Rachel’s ass as she waited for a response. “I was…in heat…” Rachel husked, barely above a whisper. Santana felt her pussy get wet at the term; all three of the Doms just loved the phrasing. “But I know that I can’t touch myself unless my Dommies are there to oversee,” she continued meekly, “so I…humped my bed.” She heard Santana release a strained groan behind her. It made Rachel wet that she knew San so well, she knew that the Latina was picturing her humping her bed at that very moment.
“What a naughty kitten,” Santana husked. “And then on top of it all, you pissed yourself I see?”
Rachel nodded. “During corner time. Dom Brit and Dom Quinnie like it when I pee for them, and I’ll d-do anything for my Dommies,” she said sweetly. She figured that sucking up could do no harm at this point.
“I know we don’t like to punish kitten until all of us are here, but we thought a little humiliation couldn’t hurt,” Quinn said with a dark smirk. Santana turned to the blonde and grinned with an understanding nod. “And when we caught her, she looked so close, I had to give her a few disciplinary spanks, she needed to learn a quick lesson before you arrived.” Santana nodded again and walked over to the bed to give a kiss to her two girls.
“That’s understandable. Now, the real question is, how do we punish her as a group?” Santana asked with a wicked grin. Rachel shuddered in the corner.
“Well,” Brittany pondered, “If kitten’s in heat, then a proper punishment would be to deprive her from...cooling down, I guess.” Rachel whined weakly, but kept her gaze facing the corner, knowing that if she even tried to protest, her punishment would get infinitely worse.
Quinn nodded in agreement with the other blonde, but Santana just held a wicked smirk. “What’re you thinking, babe?” Quinn asked the Latina.
“Well, what about this?” She cast a glance over her shoulder, making sure Rachel wasn’t facing them, then leaned in towards her fellow Doms and whispered her plan. The two blondes broke out into smirks and agreed readily. Rachel’s heart rate had spiked when she heard hushed whispers and cold giggles; suspense was a terrible mix to the humiliating situation she found herself in.
When the little collaboration ended, Santana went over to the corner to fetch the quivering diva. She took hold of her tan little shoulder and spun the girl around. When Rachel looked at Santana with those big, brown, expressive eyes, she nearly melted, but instead gave her kitten a passionate kiss, conveying her true love for the girl. Rachel understood from the simple but ardent kiss what her Dom was telling her, and blushed happily when the taller girl pulled back. Santana was smiling at her, but quickly snapped back into character as a Dom.
“We’ve come up with a suitable punishment for you, kitten.” Rachel nodded, expecting to hear the answer, but instead found herself being steered towards the bed, which Quinn and Brittany were both getting off of. The smaller girl watched with confusion as Brittany went into the closet and started mulling around, obviously searching for something. “Pay her no mind. Lie down, spread your legs nice and wide.” Rachel nodded obediently and assumed the position. Quinn stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes glued to Rachel’s heated sex. Santana arranged the sub’s arms over her head and held them there. It was then that Rachel understood was happening and gave the customary light struggle, testing her owners as she tried to raise her wrists, which were quickly and forcefully pushed back onto the mattress.
A few seconds later, Brittany helped Santana link Rachel’s wrists to the headboard with a soft scarf. “Test,” Quinn said coolly. Rachel whined with frustration, but complied and tugged loosely at the ties. They didn’t give or loosen. The Doms nodded with satisfaction as Santana walked to the foot of the bed near Quinn and cleared her throat. Because she had come up with the punishment, she was the one to announce it, as customary.
“Ladies,” the Latina said with a confident smirk, before turning to face the bound diva. “We’re here because our kitten was a filthy bitch who didn’t let her Dommies handle her when she was in heat. She was found humping a mattress like the animal she is, so punishment is in order. Kitten, do you care to add anything?” The standing women all looked curiously at the smaller girl, who bashfully shook her head. She was blushing deeply. “Excellent. Then let’s get on with it then. Kitten,” Santana began, “ While the idea of keeping you cool when you’re in heat was floated as an appropriate punishment, I believe that doesn’t serve anyone much good. So your punishment will be to be our fucktoy until you pass out from orgasms. You wanted to cum so bad you needed a mattress to do it, but let’s see how much you want to cum after this.”
Rachel gulped nervously. Leave it to Santana to think of a punishment that was literally the definition of “too much of a good thing.” Sure, Rachel would enjoy this at first, she would finally get the orgasm she had been building up, but after two or three orgasms she would be wiped out…and then what? How much longer would her Doms punish her? Sure, she had a safety word (Barbra, at Rachel’s insistence), but she had never had to use it because the pain never exceeded the pleasure. Finally, Rachel simply nodded, accepting her punishment and let her head lay back.
“Do you have anything to add, kitten?” Santana asked lazily. Rachel bit her lip.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry that I was in heat and didn’t wait for one of my Doms to make it better. I’m sorry that I was bad.” Brittany smirked.
“Kitten’s trying to lessen her punishment,” the tall blonde mused. She walked over to the head of the bed, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to the smallest girl’s lips. “Nice try, but you gave up your rights to simple, easy sex the second you pushed your pussy into this mattress.” Brittany sharply tugged at one of Rachel’s nipples, earning a sharp gasp. “So now it’s time for punishment.” With that, the blonde turned around, and motioned for Santana and Quinn to start with a wave of her hand.
Santana crawled on top of the bed predatorily. She looked into Rachel’s eyes as she leaned in, crawling over her body, and kissing her deeply. Quinn and Brittany were stripping naked as Santana licked across Rachel’s lips. When Santana felt a tug at her shirt, she reluctantly pulled back and hopped off the bed, letting her other girlfriends take over.
Quinn hovered her lips over Rachel’s drawing sad little whimpers at the teasing. Brittany was giggling softly as she kissed down Rachel’s extended neck. Occasionally Quinn would brush her lips against the bound girl’s, but would never give her full access. Soon, Santana hopped back on Rachel’s large bed and placed herself between the girl’s spread legs. She teasingly ran a lone finger up the singer’s dripping slit. Santana beamed at the sight. Rachel’s sex was completely flush and precum was running freely out of her hole. It looked so good; she just had to take a taste. Rachel was far too preoccupied with trying to get Quinn to kiss her, that when she felt Santana’s broad tongue lick a hot stripe on her sex, she gasped hoarsely and thrashed her hips forward eagerly.
“Bad!” Santana admonished as she snapped back to sitting on her knees, delivering a stinging slap to the girl’s sex. “Very bad, you know better than that!” Rachel bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, both from embarrassment and from the sting. Brittany took that moment to wrap her lips around Rachel’s nipple and sucked at it gently, soothing their kitten. Santana sighed and ran her pointer finger up and down the slit, brushing the back of her nail against Rachel’s steadily hardening clit. Rachel caught each moan in her throat, determined not to disappoint her Doms again. Quinn smirked at Rachel’s actions and kissed her deeply, running her hand down to tug at the nipple Brittany wasn’t sucking at.
Rachel felt overwhelmed with sensations. One breast was being lavished by Brittany’s warm mouth while the other was being toyed with by Quinn, all the while Santana idly sat between her spread legs, collecting precum as it spilled forth, occasionally licking the warm cream off her fingers with an exasperated moan to tease her tied up girlfriend. Rachel used every modicum of willpower she had to keep her hips from thrashing forward desperately, but she was wearing thin. Her body was shaking, sweat covered her soft, tan skin, she felt nearly dizzy from the games her Doms were playing with her.
With no warning, Santana plunged in two of her slender fingers. Rachel’s eyes clenched tightly as she let out a desperately strangled gasp. Quinn looked none to pleased by their kiss being broken, but smirked coolly when she looked down and saw Santana’s idle fingers buried to the knuckles in Rachel’s pussy. “Something you want to say, kitten?”
Rachel shakily opened her eyes and looked into Quinn’s hazel ones. “N-No Dom Quinn, I’m so sorry,” she panted. Quinn nodded with satisfaction and smashed her lips against Rachel’s hungrily. Santana, for her part, stayed perfectly still. She was grinning wickedly; she could feel Rachel’s walls trembling around her digits, waiting anxiously for movement. Quinn kept kissing, occasionally moving her soft lips to Rachel’s cheek or ears or neck, but never any further, while Brittany continued to lick and bite at her nipples, switching back and forth between left and right. The buildup was borderline excessive, and it gave Rachel chills that even once this orgasm was done with, she wouldn’t be let off the hook.
Santana curiously curled her fingers up. She felt Rachel shudder, but the girl kept kissing Quinn eagerly. Happy that her kitten finally was obeying, the Latina smiled proudly. “Is my kitten ready to feel good?” she cooed. Quinn broke the kiss and sat back as Brittany released Rachel’s sore nipple with a pop. The Doms all looked expectantly at the quivering girl.
“If it would please my Doms,” she whimpered nervously. Santana couldn’t wipe the proud smile off her face if she tried.
“Such a good answer, kitten.” Santana looked at her two blonde girls, who nodded, and with that, Santana leaned down and tentatively licked at Rachel’s swollen clit. The singer let out a primal wail, her hips quivering as she tried valiantly to keep them still. Santana lavished her bud, and soon the other Doms went back to work, kissing, licking and biting different parts of her body. Santana kept thrusting her fingers in and out mercilessly, reveling in the tight feeling that surrounded her digits with each push. When Rachel’s breaths started to hitch and her hands starting clasping and unclasping, she understood that her girl was ready. “Kitten may cum for her Doms,” she growled hoarshely around the raw bundle of nerves. The tiny singer exhaled and let loose an orgasm that had truly been built up.
Rachel moaned shamelessly as her head tossed back, squirting her hot kitten cum all over Santana’s arm. The orgasm was intense, wracking shock after shock after shock through her tiny frame. When she finally felt herself shudder for the last time, she lulled her head to the side lazily, having forgotten that she was being punished…but that’s when she noticed that she wasn’t being given any respite. She whined and pleaded when the Latina’s fingers didn’t slow down, whimpering desperately to break after having her mind blown so intensely, but her body betrayed her; her legs spread wider, welcoming the talented slender fingers. Santana smirked.
“Such a wanton kitty,” she growled. She pushed her fingers in deeper, stroking against Rachel’s inner wall. The singer was positively purring. “Come on kitten, cream for Dommy San. That’s it baby, let your pussy drip for me.” Rachel couldn’t believe how unrestrained she became in these moments, when she was surrounded by three gorgeous women who got off on making her scream. Just as Rachel was about to submit to another earth-shattering orgasm as Santana’s fingers, she stopped and withdrew them. Rachel couldn’t tell if she should be relieved that she could breath, or horribly depressed that she was yanked off of the edge.
“My turn,” Brittany’s sing-song voice rang out. Rachel swallowed thickly. To everyone in the world, Brittany was a sweet, quiet girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly…mostly because she’d probably be running around trying to catch it and name it as a pet. But in the bedroom, Brittany two things: being loud and teasing. Brittany moved in between Rachel’s shaking legs and assessed. Santana and Quinn looked on eagerly, excited for the intense punishment the bound girl would be receiving.
Brittany slowly ran her hands up and down Rachel’s smooth thighs. “You’re a very bad girl, Kitty.” Rachel nodded. “Such a bad, filthy kitty, aren’t you?” Rachel bit her lip tightly and nodded again. “Say it for me, kitten. Tell Dommy Brit that you’re a bad, bad girl.”
“I’m a bad girl,” Rachel mewled. Suddenly, Brittany had her stiff clit between her fingertips.
“No, kitty,” Brittany growled with an exasperated sigh. “You have to say it like you mean it! Bad!” Brittany pinched the bundle of nerves. Rachel gasped and shook. “Try again.”
“I-I’m a bad girl, Dommy Brit-AHHHHH!” Brittany was tugging at the bud carelessly.
“Bad girls know why they’re bad girls. You don’t know, that makes you worse.”
“I know w-why! I understand!” Rachel wailed, thrashing her head from side to side with frustration and lust.
Brittany frowned deeply and squeezed hard on the abused clit. “Then fucking apologize!”
“Dommy Brit-Brit, I’m filthy!” Rachel screamed out. “I’m a filthy cunt, I’m s-so sorry I lost control, I’m an animal, I can’t control my filthy animal pussy!!” She was teetering on the edge of a painfully blissful orgasm.
“What’s the only acceptable thing to hump, Ray-Ray?” Brittany cooed, running her fingers lazily over Rachel’s sex.
“M-My Dommies?” she answered hopefully.
“Very good!” The blonde replied with jubilance. “Kitten gets to make squirty now!” She squeaked started rubbing at Rachel’s pussy furiously. The singer was panting like a dog, humping her Dom’s hand as quickly as her hips would let her go, grinding her engorged clit into the blonde’s fingers. Brittany delivered, and in seconds, a warm stream of cum came spilling out of Rachel’s fuckhole. The dancer grinned and leaned down, licking and lapping at the hot cream hungrily, while thrusting in three fingers to draw out more cum. The licks to Rachel’s sensitive flesh made her whimper and twitch, trying weakly to pull her pussy from her hungry master’s face. Rachel was exhausted; her eyes began to flitter shut.
Every muscle felt lax. She heard shuffling around somewhere in the room but could barely open her eyes to see what it was…until scolded by her Dommie San. “Kitten, eyes forward!” Rachel’s bleary eyes opened shakily before snapping wide; Quinn was climbing onto the bed, wielding a very thick, ribbed strap-on. Rachel gaped.
“Dommie Quinn, I-I-“
Quinn spread Rachel’s limp legs wide and perched between them. Rachel didn’t even have the strength to try and close her legs; she just had to lie there and take it. “Suck,” Brittany suddenly said, holding out her fingers, shiny with Rachel’s cum. She weakly opened her mouth and suckled the digits. The other Doms grunted their approvals. Santana had long since moved to a chair and was masturbating to the scene unfolding before her. Rachel was so tired, but all she wanted to do was please her Dommies, that’s all she ever wanted to do.
She weakly watched as Quinn got on her knees, pulled Rachel’s legs to her and spread them, then placed the dildo at her entrance and slowly ground herself in, so she was fucking Rachel into the mattress from that angle. Rachel groaned. The feeling was so good that it was borderline pain. Her walls were so sensitive, her clit was so abused, she wanted rest, but all she could think about was letting her Dommie Quinn pound her hole until she was overcome with another orgasm. Brittany’s fingers were soon sucked clean, and the blonde left to go pleasure Santana, who had already brought herself to a messy orgasm. But Rachel could barely focus, she had her hands full with a very aggressive Dom as is.
As Quinn slowly built up a pace, thrusting her fake cock deep inside of Rachel with desperate grunts, Rachel started to feel herself wanting to get off more and more. She was a squirming mess, trying to push her clit into Quinn’s harness so she could just cum and get it over with. But Quinn wasn’t going fast enough. Any time Rachel’s whole body would start to quiver with momentum, she would slow down, splaying one hand across the tan girl’s taught stomach, and fuck her nice and slow, rotating her hips so the ribbed edges of the dildo could brush against her G-spot.
Rachel was coated in sweat. Her hair was stuck to her, beads of it were dribbling down her neck. Gasping and breathless, all she could say was a hushed “please,” after each thrust, begging for more speed, more power, anything to let her finish. Quinn was being far too calculating though, she wanted this to build. The poor singer was already exhausted, her Doms had thoroughly punished her, her pussy couldn’t take any more. She was considering using her safe word, just so her Doms would be forced to either finish her or cuddle, but that’s when she felt it.
Quinn’s hand that had been holding her still began sliding down. Her thumb began to toy with her swollen clit. “Are you sorry, kitten?” Quinn growled out, thrusting deeper, fucking harder.
“Y-Yes, Dom Quinnie.”
“And what will you do next time you’re in heat?” she husked.
“Go to a Dom,” Rachel answered instantly. Quinn cracked a smile and picked up her pace
“Good…good girl,” she panted. Quickly she took hold of both of Rachel’s thighs and held them spread and began to pound Rachel like a jackhammer. Rachel started moaning wantonly. Quinn grinned, her hair framing her face messily. “F-Fuck, cum, my little sub, cum for Dommy Quinn!”
“YES!” The friction on her G-spot made her explode. Rachel screamed as her walls clenched yet again, caressing the subtle ridges of the dildo that was buried so deeply inside. The last thing Rachel remembered was seeing Quinn’s face contort in ecstasy as she cried out her name.
**
Rachel woke up a couple of hours later. All of her Doms were cuddled in bed around her, holding her and keeping her safe like they always did. Santana was the only one who was awake; she was staring up at the ceiling with a content grin beside the sub. “Dommie San?” Rachel whispered, not wanting to wake the other girls.
Santana’s eyes flicked to Rachel’s. Her smile remained. “You passed out. We should’ve figured that much sex would do that to a small fry like you,” she said with a chuckle.
Rachel smiled, but it felt like she was lifting an elephant; every single muscle was sore and beat. Santana saw this and frowned. “You should go back to bed, baby, you really did just black out on us, your body is exhausted.” She pressed a soft kiss to Rachel’s forehead, who nodded. “You were a very good kitten tonight.”
“B-But I was getting punished,” Rachel whimpered sadly.
Santana nodded and snuggled closer. “Yes, but you took your punishment like a good girl, and for that, you were a good kitten. Now, as your Dom, I order you to go to sleep, I want you awake so I can get my mack on tomorrow,” she said with a slight giggle. Rachel didn’t need to be told twice. With her head resting on Santana’s chest, Rachel fell asleep to the rhythm of the Latina’s heartbeat and the sound of her gentle breaths.