Thread: Miss Bathory's Latest Model {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Bathory was only half-listening to Sophie's soft, girlish voice as she fondled the young model's breasts. The puppyish yelp she made as she Bathory nibbled her earlobe send a shudder of pleasure through the domme's tight, petite frame. Gently she felt the nipples harden in her practiced fingers, giving the taunt skin a little pinch before finally withdrawing her hands from Sophie's bust. Bathory's black heart began to pound a little faster as she listened to girl hesitantly explain her inexperience. The exhilaration of having a virgin well, close enough was a rare pleasure for her in this more jaded age. Certainly it would make Sophie's juices all the more potent and invigorating for Bathory. A wry smile came readily to the older woman's face when Sophie airily spoke of how she ranked her career higher in importance than sex. The guileless honesty and innocent naivete were bursts of perfumed fragrance among the dank reek of Bathory's cynical cruelty. Part of her despised such ignorant simplicity but another part of her found it almost endearing, in the way she would find a clueless little kitten chasing a piece of string off a table. All better, she whispered as she pulled the loosened bindings of the corset a little tighter to hold it in place. Such a sweet bosom must be perfectly displayed, of course. Carefully Bathory ran her gloved hand across the firm, shapely curve of Sophie's bottom. Many hard hours at the gym, eh? she giggled, slightly squeezing one of the tight little cheeks as if it were prize meat. You bum is your best asset, same as me. Her other hand slipped under the short dress like a thief, and Bathory traced a finger around the strap of Sophie's panties, her nail gliding across the girl's bright youthful skin like a blade. We must make sure you have the right underwear, and that it fits well, to complement such an exceptional posterior. Grinning to herself, Bathory fiddled with Sophie's pantyline, seeming to 'accidentally' bring her hand around the front between the girl's legs. Purring slightly to herself, she stroked the very top of Sophie's neatly trimmed bush, feeling the softness of the downy hair. You tell Mistress that this body - this young, firm, ripe body - has never known a proper orgasm? Bathory asked the question casually, still maintaining her intimate, sisterly air. Her gloved hand reached around and gently clasped Sophie's throat, as tenderly as if she was plucking a rose. Her bare hand inched down between the girl's toned thighs, two fingers kneading the hard little bud at the crest of her velvet slit, while the other two stroked her quivering pussylips as if it were the back of a cat's head. None of those clumsy, stupid boys ever touched you like this, did they. Tightening her grip on Sophie's fragile neck just the slightest, Bathory began to lightly but steadily finger her fresh young sex. I need my models to know passion before I can properly make use of them, she said in a drawling feline voice. Tell me how it feels, my sweet Sophie. You must let Mistress inspire you before we begin properly. Bathory could sense the girl's heart pounding through the corset like a young deer's. Good God, she thought with narrowing eyes, but I want to drain this silly little bitch dry. Chuckling slightly, she kissed her neck again and whispered You taste like strawberries, that suits you so much.