Lara's Story: Ep. 6 - Crushed [Mdom] [Fsub] [Cuckquean] [Orgasm Control] [Orgasm Denial] [Humiliation] [MFF]

It started as a drunken confession. One night, too much wine, and Lara admitted to Sir that she had a friend—a girl she’d always wondered about. Not seriously. Not consciously. But sometimes, when her mind wandered… there were images. Thoughts. What if. Maybe.

Sir didn’t forget. He never forgets.

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The mask goes on first.

It’s thick leather, molded to fit. No eye holes. No vision. Just pressure across her face and a hole for her mouth. Her world goes dark the second it clicks closed.

She hears the collar buckle next. Then the leash clipped to the bedpost.

But she isn’t tied down.

She kneels at the side of the hotel bed, bare skin pressing into the plush carpet. Collared, masked, plugged with anticipation—but not physically restrained. The only thing holding her in place is obedience.

The belt is still locked tight between her thighs.

Sir hasn’t said much. He dressed her down, buckled the mask, clipped the leash, and left.

She hears muffled voices now. A woman’s laugh. Low. Confident. Familiar?

Her pulse jumps.

Then Sir returns. Calm footsteps.

He stops in front of her.

“You know the rules,” he says.

She nods.

“Tonight isn’t about you.”

Another nod.

Fingers tilt her chin up. Two wet fingers slide into her mouth—slick, warm, and definitely not hers.

“Taste her.”

She moans softly.

“She’s ready.”

A voice chimes in from somewhere nearby, playful and amused: “She’s not the only one.”

Lara’s body tenses. The voice is familiar—but she can’t place it.

Not yet.

Sir guides her to the bed, but doesn’t lift her onto it. She’s left kneeling, arms at her sides, the leash held short, her mouth open.

He and the woman climb onto the bed above her.

There’s movement. Fabric sliding. A zipper. A soft groan.

Then moaning.

The bed creaks.

She hears them kissing. Skin meeting skin. The wet sound of arousal.

The woman’s moan deepens, and she laughs again—light and cruel. “Oh, she’s right there, isn’t she?”

“She can hear everything,” Sir replies.

Lara’s face burns behind the mask.

“Poor girl,” the woman purrs. “So close. So useless.”

Then—

The bed creaks.

She hears them moving. The woman’s voice again. A whisper. A giggle. Then moaning.

The bed shifts with their weight.

Sir is fucking her.

Right next to Lara.

She can feel it in the mattress. Hear it in the breathless sounds, the wet rhythm of skin on skin. The woman is loud—unapologetically vocal. She cums quickly, with a groan and a laugh, and then starts again.

Lara moans. Her pussy clenches uselessly inside the belt.

She doesn’t speak.

She doesn’t beg.

But she wants to.

Then, Sir moves to Lara. Hand on her shoulder. Other between Lara’s legs.

The belt unclicks.

It’s removed slowly, deliberately.

Cool air hits her soaked pussy.

She gasps.

Sir kneels behind her. Runs two fingers through her folds.

“So wet,” he murmurs. “Desperate.”

She nods, biting back a plea.

He enters her with two fingers, curling them just right. Then presses his palm to her clit.

It doesn’t take long.

Her body arches, jaw slack, moaning into the dark.

She starts to tremble.

Then he stops.

Nothing.

No pressure. No friction.

Just emptiness.

She moans like she might break. Her body arches. 

“Please—”

“Not yet,” Sir says.

He waits. Watches her shake.

The woman laughs softly. “Poor thing.”

Then, to Sir: “You’re cruel.”

“She likes it.”

Lara whimpers.

Then begins again.

The second time, he’s rougher.

She’s slick and twitching already. Her clit throbs. Her cunt clenches.

She moans louder, hips rocking against his hand.

Sir holds her still with one hand on her collar.

The woman leans over the side of the bed, watching.

“She’s drooling,” she says.

Sir chuckles. “She’s trying not to beg.”

Lara breaks.

“Please—please let me cum. I’ll do anything, please—use me, fuck me, lock me forever just—just let me—”

She sobs as she speaks. Not from pain. From ache.

From submission.

The woman’s voice sharpens. “She’ll *say* anything, won’t she?”

“Anything,” Sir agrees.

“She sounds like a fucking mess,” the woman says. “I love it.”

“Do you want her to cum?”

A pause.

“No. Next orgasm is mine!”

Sir withdraws his hand instantly.

Lara wails.

“Thank her,” he says.

“Thank you,” Lara breathes. “Thank you for denying me.”

The woman’s chuckle is like ice in her ears.

“Good girl.”

Then Sir climbs up.

The bed shifts.

The woman’s moaning resumes.

Lara’s mask hides everything except her mouth—so she lets it hang open, gasping for air, soaking in the scent of sex and sweat.

They fuck directly above her.

Sir’s hands grip the woman’s waist. The slap of hips. The growl of control.

The woman cums once, then again.

Sir holds out longer.

Then groans—and fills her.

Lara moans as she hears it.

Feels it.

Wishes for it.

Doesn’t get it.

Silence stretches.

Then: “Take it off.”

The mask is unbuckled. Peeled away.

Lara squints at the light. Her eyes sting.

Then focus.

The woman sits on the bed, legs parted, still flushed, hair messy, eyes bright.

Lara’s breath catches.

She knows her. Well enough.

They’d gone to school together. Same dorm. Same friend circle for a year. Lara had always admired her from a distance. Thought she was untouchable.

Apparently, she was right.

“Hi, Lara,” the woman says casually, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Been a while.”

Lara’s face burns.

She tries to speak. Nothing comes out.

Sir stands beside them, calm. Still hard.

The woman leans over Lara.

“I always thought you had a thing for me. You stared a lot. Never said anything.”

“I—” Lara starts, but she’s cut off.

“I get it. You’re the locked little sub now.”

Lara nods. Swallows. “Yes.”

“She let it slip one night,” Sir says. “Didn’t take much to find you.”

“I’m flattered,” the woman says with a grin.

Then to Lara: “So here’s what we’re going to do.”

She leans down, her lips close to Lara’s ear.

Then: “You’re going to beg me.”

“For what?” Lara whispers.

The woman leans close, fingers still sticky with cum.

“For everything.”

It starts soft.

“So, little cuckquean, I bet you want me to keep fucking him.”

“Please,” Lara breathes. “Please keep fucking Sir. He deserves it. You’re better. I just want to serve.”

“Now beg me to cum instead of you, to take your right for orgasm and use it.”

“Please cum instead of me. Please keep me locked. I don’t need it—I just want to suffer for you.”

Sir raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased.

“As long as you want.”

“And if I told you I like watching you suffer?”

“I’d thank you.”

“You should.”

“Thank you.”

The woman smiles.

“Now beg me to let you clean me.”

Lara shivers.

“Please let me taste Sir’s cum inside you. Please let me make you cum. Please let me be useful.”

A pause.

Then: “Be useful.”

Lara leans in.

Tongue soft.

Gentle licks, small kisses, sucking Sir’s cum.

The woman lies back. Spreads wider.

Her hands find Lara’s hair.

She moans. Soft, then louder.

Sir stands beside them. Silent. Watching.

When the woman cums, it’s with a shake and a sigh.

She presses Lara’s face to her cunt until it’s done—then lets her go.

Lara pulls back, dazed.

Ruined.

The woman smirks. “You did better than I thought.”

Sir crouches in front of Lara. Holds up the belt.

“You know what this means.”

Lara nods.

“Say it.”

“I’m ready.”

He fastens the belt tight.

Clicks the lock.

She doesn’t fight it.

Just lets it happen.

Lets herself belong to the ache again.

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