F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!-Chapter 201: BDSM (R-18)

"I-It’s just, I don’t feel comfortable..." I say to Esther, feeling suffocated and trapped, literally trapped in this case. My new tail twitches a bit, clearly just as uncomfortable as I am.

"And what makes you uncomfortable, Evelyn?"

"E-Everything... BDSM itself... I-I don’t get it..." I even found it interesting to watch the scenes with Esther when it was just a game, but now that I’m the one experiencing it, I feel uneasy, and being naked like this makes me feel exposed.

"...Evelyn, I like BDSM very much, and do you want to know why?"

"...Y-Yes..." I never really knew exactly why.

"Because in BDSM is when I can be sadistic, in an acceptable, appropriate way, and by defining exactly how much I’m going to hurt the other party. In torture, I don’t define any of that; in torture, I’m supposed to hurt the other person as much as possible."

"But in BDSM, I set the pace..."

"In short, you have control?" I say, somewhat annoyed. So that’s it.

"...Yes, Evelyn. I like having control. I am controlling, and I’m well aware that I’m very controlling. But unfortunately, despite liking BDSM, I’ve never practiced it, since I never had an interest in using it on anyone before... until I started liking you, of course." I feel her presence moving behind me. Not being able to see her is unsettling.

"But don’t worry, Evelyn. I’m well aware that most people don’t have a good image of BDSM. Many see it as something violent, humiliating, and unpleasant, but that is partly wrong."

"Pain is as pleasant as pleasure if given in the right measure to the right person..." I shiver when I feel something hard and cold being dragged over my ass.

"I-Is that..."

"It’s a whip. A small, single-tail one, so it won’t cause widespread pain. It will be easier to handle."

"W-Wait! I don’t understand how I’m supposedly supposed to feel good with pain!!" I say, squirming all over in this wooden contraption. The position is so exposing and shameful, and I feel her gaze staring at my ass.

"...It’s not just the pain, Evelyn. What a simplistic view of BDSM you have. You don’t feel good just because it hurts; you feel good because it’s a series of factors working together."

"There’s the anticipation of when the pain will come. There’s the adrenaline from each strike. There’s the mix of feeling pleasure in one part and pain in another, blurring the sensation of pain until it feels like actual pleasure."

"There are many things, understand? Don’t you feel anxious? Nervous? Confused about when I’m going to whip you?"

"...Yes... I-I am..."

"Exactly. That feeling is what will bring you pleasure when the strike comes. The anticipation of something generates stress, and when that something arrives, it’s rewarding. It’s like a gift."

"If you know you’re going to get a present, but you don’t know what day it will arrive, you get anxious for it. And when it arrives, you get happy even before seeing what the present is..." She rubs the whip against me softly.

"I-I see... Ahhh?!" I let out a moan when she shoves the handle of the whip inside my pussy. The sudden movement, completely opposite to what I expected, makes me let out this embarrassing moan.

"W-Why!?" I ask, confused, feeling her moving the whip handle in and out of me. It’s so strange; it’s cold and hard, but being inserted with delicacy and softness doesn’t hurt me.

"Did you think I would whip you without showing you pleasure first? How cute. Are you that anxious for me to hit you with this whip?" She teases me, caressing my ass with her hand while shoving the whip handle into me.

"I-I didn’t say that! I-I just thought that... m-maybe..."

"Evelyn, BDSM isn’t just pain. Please understand that. If I just whipped you out of nowhere, how would that supposedly be pleasurable?!" She says something that makes sense.

"B-But I still..."

"You’re dripping."

"Can you hear it? The drops hitting the floor?" She asks and falls silent, and when she goes completely silent I feel strange. I can hear my racing heart, I can hear the sound of the whip handle invading me, and I can hear the sound of drops at a random rhythm.

"T-That’s not what it seems like!!!"

"Really? To me, it seems your body is quite excited..." She pulls the handle out of me and holds it above my body, letting drops of my arousal drip onto my ass. They trickle down smoothly, giving me chills.

"Your clit has started to swell, and your pussy is pulsing as if it wants me to put the whip handle back inside. Are you really going to deny it?"

"..." I turn red with shame, my tail wagging against my will in a strange way.

"Aahhh." I moan when I feel her fingers touching my clitoris, but the sensation is strange. Cold, elastic?

"A-Are you wearing gloves?! Hmmm." I let out moans, feeling her gently pressing my clitoris. I feel close to climax despite the little stimulation, which makes me pant and become even more aware of the position I’m in.

"Yes, I’m wearing latex gloves. They’re good. When I slap you, the mark of my hand will be more clearly imprinted on your body. It also prevents my nails from hurting your body and helps with hygiene since BDSM takes time and hygiene is important."

"Latex also has a nice consistency. You’re not going to say you don’t like this sensation, are you?" She starts rubbing my ass with her hand, touching it softly while touching my clitoris. Her gentle caress brings me closer and closer to climax.

"Haa... Haa..." Not seeing what she’s doing or her expression increases the anticipation and brings me closer to pleasure with every second.

"I-I like it..." I feel myself finally reaching it. Just a little more.

Slap

"Aaaahhhh." I feel a slap on my ass, and my body hits the climax, coming on her hand. The pleasurable sensation makes me writhe, and the lock that secures the wooden contraption I’m trapped in rattles.

"..."

"You know, that’s one of the strongest climaxes I’ve ever seen you have..." she says while taking a step back, leaving me panting. I hear the sound of drops hitting the floor, each sound making me even more ashamed.

"W-Why did you slap me!? I wasn’t ready!!" I say, trembling with residual pleasure.

"Exactly. You weren’t ready. And that’s the point of practicing BDSM without letting you see me. You shouldn’t know my next move. That generates anticipation."

"Besides, I have to hit you only when you’re about to feel strong pleasure. That way, your body will get somewhat used to feeling pleasure and pain as equals..." She caresses my ass right where she slapped it.

"I really liked the sound. Your ass is wonderful for slapping, soft and it jiggles in a fun way," she teases me again.

"Hmmm... w-wait, I’m sensitive!" She shoves two fingers inside my pussy while continuing to caress my ass! Why is she doing this!! Why does she keep focusing on my ass!!!

"This is how it’s good. Besides, I’m sure you’re wondering why I focus so much on your ass. And the answer is obviously because it’s the best. You still don’t know how to enjoy BDSM, so hitting your ass, which is soft, smooth, and handles impacts better, is easier than hitting your back."

"A-Aahh..." I approach another orgasm. Her fingers explore me with such skill and mastery, making me tremble. I clench my hands tightly, trying not to moan loudly.

"Gaahhh!!" When I come, she gives me another slap on the other side of my ass, lower down. Since I wasn’t prepared, I end up moaning, my pussy squeezing tightly around her fingers. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Haa... Haa... Haa..." I pant, feeling the sting. This slap was stronger than the other, so I feel as if my ass is tingling.

"You’re quite sensitive. Most people take much longer to feel pleasure. Not that I have enough experience to judge, but aren’t you a bit too sensitive?" she asks, starting to caress my ass again above where she slapped.

’I-I know I’m sensitive, dammit!!’ I knew that. My skin is generally very sensitive and fragile, much more so than demons in general. So much fur care and little power made the Original Evelyn’s body not very resistant to stimuli.

"Do you want to stop?" When she asks that, I’m surprised.

"I won’t force you into anything, Evelyn. Even though I’m loving seeing you like this, even though I want to leave your ass completely red with the marks of my palm, I will still respect your limits."

"I know you’re uncomfortable, and it makes sense since it’s our first time doing this together. So if you want to stop now, just say so. But if you want to continue—which I would love—then you don’t need to say anything." She gives me the chance to stop. If I stay silent, we’ll end it here.

"P-Please go ahead... I-I want more... Y-You probably haven’t even started to feel good yet." I’ve already had more than one orgasm, but Esther, who’s only acting, probably hasn’t enjoyed much at all.

Since she can’t give herself pleasure, all the pleasure she feels comes purely from observing my reactions and my pleasure. She gets no physical pleasure from this.

"Hmmmmmmmm." I let out a prolonged moan when I feel her shoving the whip handle deep inside me. My collar jingles with the movement of my head. The handle goes in deep without any resistance since I’m already completely wet.

"I’m so glad you trust me, Evelyn. That makes me really happy. Truly..." I hear her footsteps, and soon she appears in front of me. She kneels on the floor—I don’t think I ever imagined seeing her kneel for me—and gives me a kiss.

"H-Hmmm." She holds my face, slipping her tongue into my mouth. The contractions make me feel the whip handle moving gently inside me, while my fluids on Esther’s glove smear on my cheek. But the kiss is so good I don’t even complain.

"Haaa..." She ends the kiss and stands up, going back behind me after that brief display of affection.