“Lay down Vixen,” Liz said to the nearly naked redhead.
“Yes, mistress,” she said and quickly laid down on the fluffy rug. It wasn’t fur, but it felt enough like it that Vixen wiggled delighted at the sensation. Her wiggling ceased when Liz gave her a sharp slap on her panty-clad ass. She let her crimson lip jut out in a pout.
Liz laughed at her display of pique. “You will pay for the pouting lip, Vixen.” Liz glanced around the room, and grabbed a decoration off the Christmas tree. The shiny red ball covered in glitter, gleamed in her hand.
Vixen watched, her eyes sparkling with interest.
Liz slipped the ball between Vixen’s knees, moving it down her thighs. “Hold the ball in place,” she ordered, pressing Vixen’s legs together.
Vixen pressed her knees together, wondering what Liz’s game was. The ornament between her legs meant that she couldn’t close her legs, and the ball felt so fragile she was afraid to press too tightly.
When Liz returned with her toys, Vixen began to understand the game. Liz had a pair of wicked nipple clamps, in one hand and a Magic Wand in the other.
Vixen smiled up at her, “For me Mistress?” she asked.
Liz knelt next to her, “Yes, but you better not break my ornament. You’ll have to keep your legs just as they are or it will shatter,” she opened the nipple clamp, “And I’ll be very, very unhappy if you break it.”
Vixen felt the clamps bite into her nipple, stinging and pinching at once. And then she understood Liz’s game. Her first instinct was to clamp her legs shut, to offset the sharp pain. But she heard the ball creak, and froze, rocking her hips and biting her lip. “You are wicked, Mistress.” She hissed.
Liz tugged on the clip, and Vixen squealed, but didn’t move her legs. Then Liz applied the second clip, making sure each bit deeply into her flesh. Vixen felt her pussy growing wet.
She’d seen the wand, and she knew what was next. She wasn’t sure if she could take the toy for long, the rough vibrations were so intense. When she used a wand alone she came within a minute.
“You know what’s next?” Liz asked, holding the wand. “I want to see how long you can last.” She turned on the wand, and Vixen bit her lip. Liz smiled at her, “Let’s see how long you can hold onto that ball, without breaking it.”
Vixen shifted, making sure her thighs had a careful grasp on the delicate glass.
The bite of the clips was already a distraction, and the buzz of the toy had her quivering in anticipation.
Liz began running the wand over Vixen’s legs, her shins and knees.
It tickled and Vixen locked her legs, fighting to keep from giggling. It was worse when Liz ran the toy over her feet, and along the sides of her feet. She knew if Liz asked her to raise her feet, the game would be over.
“You’re trying so hard,” Liz smiled. “I can see your muscles shaking.” She ran a finger down Vixen’s thigh, “maybe I should have asked you to hold a bell; it would have been more festive.” She met Vixen’s eyes, “Are you ready for more?”
Vixen nodded, her hair tangled around her head. “Yes, please Mistress.”
Liz tugged on the clamps before turning the toy back to Vixen, tracing up the backs of her thighs.
Vixen clenched her muscles, just a little and felt the ball shift, perhaps give slightly. Biting her lip, she forced herself to relax a little. Felt the ball, slide a little lower, but it was intact. Vixen forced herself to breath, to relax, as the wand drifted up and down her thighs, moving closer and closer. She squealed and wriggled as the wand finally landed on her mons, the vibrations carried through her flesh with just enough force to tease. She released something between a whine and a moan, but the ball stayed in place and intact. She chewed her lip and pressed into her feet.
“Very good, Vixen.” Liz said, moving the wand in small circles. “I don’t think I could last this long.” She ran her fingers over Vixen’s panties, feeling her heat and wetness.
Vixen gasped, her legs shifting and they both heard the crack of the ball. Liz ran a finger over the ball, feeling for a crack.
“Hmm, I don’t feel any damage, “Liz smirked at her. “But I can’t be sure.”
When Liz removed the wand, and Vixen whispered, “Is it broken?” The ball was starting to feel sticky, or perhaps it was just her sweat from the strain. She wanted to was to beg for release, to open her legs wide and beg for the wand on her clit. To beg for Liz’s fingers or tongue, but she also wanted to play the game.
Liz reached out and removed the first clamp, and Vixen groaned when Liz rubbed the abused nipple. Liz repeated her actions, removing the second clamp.
Liz placed the now quiescent wand against Vixen’s lips, pressing it into her panties, at the exact right spot. “Not yet,” Liz said and leaned forward to kiss her. As Liz’s lips captured Vixen’s, Liz flipped the wand back on.
Vixen rocked up from the sudden vibrations, and her legs moved involuntarily closer together. She felt the ball crumple between her thighs, sending a shower of glittering glass onto her mons. Still kissing Liz, she felt her orgasm cresting over her, and she let her knees fall together. She wondered, with anticipation, what her punishment for breaking the ornament would be. And a less immediately thought about how she’d deal with the glass sprinkled over her.
Liz removed the wand when the ornament broke. “I guess you lose,” she said, laying the wand aside.
Vixen nodded, afraid to move because of the glass. “I’m a little worried about the glass.”
Liz pressed her finger onto Vixen’s panties, collecting a finger full of glittering glass particles. She popped her finger in her mouth, licking the glass away. “It’s only sugar,” she said laughing at Vixen’s terrified expression. “You didn’t think I’d risk cutting up your beautiful body?”
Vixen sat up on her elbows. “You had me worried,” she looked down at the pieces of sugar and glitter covering her mons and thighs, “But that’s going to be a sticky mess pretty soon.”
Liz smiled and licked her lips, “I’ll make sure this holiday treat doesn’t go to waste.”