ff:Repost Waiting for Her

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Title: Waiting for Her.
Author: Zenabuff
Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy own everything. Scrm3er and Ryan own my
heart.
Subject: Smut. Sex between two women. Lots of Smut. Fun S/M.
Warning. If you are saying: "Oh gross", under 18 or just not interest then
run, run far far away.
Rating:NC-17

Waiting for Her

She had been waiting. Waiting was part of the game. Once, her lover had
simply not come home. Opting to spend the night at her parents house, the
worst form of torture. Still her lover had known. Known with certainty that
the girl would wait. Head turned, arms behind her back kneeing at the foot
of her bed. Waiting to feel the pain, the pleasure. Anything to reassure
that she was still alive. She had survived another day on the planet among
the living. One of the Living. Knowing that she still had emotions. That she
still recognized love. 

Tonight she would not have to weight long. Her lover returned from the
library. Finished with her studies. Not a word was spoken between them. Both
knew the rules of the game. The redheaded witch casually glazed over the
blond slayer. Checking for any flaw. Any reason for punishments. 

The blond was beautiful as always. She lay, as she had been directed to
lay, as she was expected to lay each night to signal the being of the game.

The Slayer's hair was pulled back to the side. Her head lay facing
away from her lover. She leaned in an unaccustomed position on her knees
with her arms behind her back. It was meant to be unconformable over time.
Her legs were spread slightly open. Even from across the room the witch
could see the girl was wet. Small drops of her moisture were following the
line of gravity down her legs.

The redhead took her time putting up her books and gathering the items
she would need for this evenings play. She watched the blond with interest,
knowing the subtle signs of her inpatients.

The Young witch had finished laying out the items of play and taken her own
clothes off as well. She turned her desk chair around and pushed it near the
bed. She then sat in the chair facing the bed. 

"Please me, Slayer." It was an order nothing more.

The slayer trying to hide her smile crawled around the bed and sat
between her lover's legs. The witch spread her legs wider using the bed to
push them apart.

The Slayer, rose up enough to take the good witch's left beast into her
mouth. She slid her tongue's gentle tip over the hardening rosebud, curling
her tongue as she licked. Touching her lover with her tongue and finally she
took the whole breast into her mouth. The Slayer's hands wondered over the
red heads body until they reached her lower mound of hair.

Keeping up a rhyme with her mouth and hands she moved over each breast while
teasing the witch's lower lips. The Witch burned at her center from the
teasing and grabbed the slayer's head firmly. "Please me now!" This order
came much louder and more frantic then the one before.

The slayer lowered her eyes and slid down her lover's body, gently
kissing her way to the redhead's fire. 
The Witch was displeased at the slowness of this, if the slayer didn't reach
her center soon she would surly be consumed by the fire her lover had
started.

The Witch inside took command and ordered. "Now Slayer, you are only
adding to your punishment."
With the speed of the super natural the slayer slid her tongue deep into the
center of her true love. Even the impassive side of the red head could not
keep composure during the on slot on this tongue-lashing. The witch could
only moan and twitch. 

The Slayer methodically was turning the Witch into a giant shaking
Jell-O bundle of nerves. Willow was glad she had remembered to turn up the
stereo loud. The walls in their dorm room were like paper. 

Even after Willow had began to shake and wither with the orgasm, the
slayer kept up the tongue-lashing. Somehow during the witch's punishment the
slayer had moved the shaking girl to her bed and continued to accost her
with pleasure. The slayer concentrated on sucking her clit while pounding
her with 3 and something's 4 fingers. Willow had survived the first powerful
orgasm and was somehow managing to survive the second when her Mistress
Witch managed to surface and remind the witch that her slave, her slayer
needed punishment. Craved it even. Plus Buffy was so fun to torture.

Using all her strength, Willow rode out the second orgasm and then
pushed the slayer away. It still took her a few minutes to regain use of her
legs. The slayer, pleased at the outcome of her work lay still, between the
witch's legs, gently running her hand alone the length of the redhead's leg.


"I see you are pleased with your self, slayer."

"Yes, mistress witch."

"Pride is a sin Buffy"

"Yes mistress." Buffy continued to run hand softly along the inside of
Willow's leg.

"You were also late to class today."

"Yes mistress witch, twice."

"You were rude to Giles"

"Yes Mistress Witch."

"You need to be punished don't you?

"Yes mistress witch, I need to be punished really hard."

Willow had always known the slayer's needed this. Needed the pain. It was
the only thing that made her feel complete. When they were in high school
she had known. She had seen the slayer with vampires begging them for the
pain. Willow had found her in the bathroom with a razor to her thigh. It was
only
when the mistress witch took charge and gave her the pain she needed did the
danger stop and the girl inside the slayer emerge. 

"Take the position over by your desk. " Willow commanded. 

The slayer carefully untangled herself from the witch and ran to take
the position she had been waiting for since she had first entered her room
after dinner. The slayer put both of her hands on either side of her desk
chair. She bent her body away from the chair with her but high in the air.
Then she waited to see what Willow would choice for her punishment. 

Willow loved to tease her lover and make her wait. Willow walk around
Buffy, first picking up the paddle. She tested it by hitting her hard across
her bottom. Next she picked up a leather belt. She hit Buffy
across her upper back. Last she picked up a small whip, cat-o-nine-tails.
She hit Buffy across her upper thighs.

"What to do? What to do? Too many choices. Slayer what do you think you
deserve?'

"Well Mistress Witch, Why not ten with each so you don't have to choose."

"Good idea, I want you to count old loud for me, miss a number and we start
again."

Will moved behind Buffy holding the whip. A slayer could take a lot of
punishment and Willow had to practice a long time to get the muscle strength
to be worth of her true love. But she had done it. Her arm could light her
lover's passion well. Willow's first stake was at the top of Buffy's back.

"One, Thank You."

Willow continued swinging with each strike hitting just below the last spot.
Buffy continued counting end each count with "Thank You. "Willow on reaching
10 repeated the process with the belt. Aim the strikes to
hit the spots as the whip. Buffy for her part never misted a number or
failed to say, "thank, You. Willow through the belt to the side and picked
up the large paddled. Willow picked a spot that crossed Buffy's anus. There
she began hitting. Buffy continued her counting, "21, Thank you" but gripped
the chair tighter.

As Willow hit Buffy for the 27th time, Buffy failed to say anything. Willow
waited to see if she would catch on but still the slayer said nothing. After
a minute Willow hit her again. Buffy remained quiet. 
Buffy sometimes did this when she needed more punishment. Once to really
punish her, Willow had simple dresses and gone to the library refusing to
touch the slayer.

Buffy had begged the witch for days after that to punish her. Tonight
Willow finished the 30 she had promised the Slayer and then added 15 hits
with the paddle to her bottom. When the witch was through her arm ached but
the slayer still stood holding the chair. They had both become silent again
waiting for the mistress witch to guide them. They didn't wait long. Willow
picked up a harness and strap on and handed it to the slayer wordless. 

The slayer turned to her love and slid down in front of her. She slipped
the harness around her legs. Then Buffy licked the witch's center insuring
that it would respond when the phallus base was in place. Buffy then
fastened the strap-on to her lover, her mistress witch. 

Willow then began the process of chaining down her lover. They had
chains hooked on the sides of the twin dorm bed. The slayer on her hands and
knees sat across the twin length of the bed. It was a painful position when
keep at lengths. Her arms where pulled back and chained to the side of the
bed in
a v shape. Her legs chained from the same side where pulled a part but left
her on her knees. 
Willow then placed a collar on her and chained it to the opposite side of
the bed holding the slayer in place with little room to move. 

Willow was behind the slayer. Not letting the slayer see her actions. Willow
took her time, making noise so the slayer knew she was there. Every few
minutes Willow would rub her hand on the slayer, touching her intimate parts
and then pulling away. Other times she would hit the slayer with the paddle
or belt. 

Willow was waiting for something, and she knew with a certainty that her
lover knew as well. After 10 minutes of Willows teasing and probing the
Slayer could stand it no longer. 

"Will, please." The slayer needed to say no more.

Willow's phallus slide into the slayer. Willow began with a slow pace, as
the slayer tried to quicken it. Buffy threw her body hard against the witch
trying to make her mistress go fast. Willow didn't let the slayer change the
pace. Willow wanted to set the pace. It was why she never entered the slayer
like this unless she was chained. A slayer was a hard thing to control.

Willow began to speed up her ministrations. The slayer was pulled the chains
almost to the point of braking. Buffy was moaning louder then the stereo.
Seconds before the slayer was ready to come Willow pulled out. The slayer
almost cried. Then Willow pushed the dildo against her anus and waited for
the slayer to relax. It was hard to focus but Buffy managed to gain control,
relaxing the ring of muscle guarding her back passage. 

Willow did not disappoint the slayer. It was the pain and pleasure she so
desperately needed. It was what she desperately wanted. It didn't take long
before Willow was back to a breath taking pace adding a hand to caress the
slayer's clit. They both were becoming one. The rhythm, the life force, the
love between them was rolling into this one moment. 

Buffy had managed to break the chain to her right arm. With the free arm
Buffy reached around to touch Willow with it. It didn't matter were, she
just wanted the contact. They were no longer aware of there location, in the
room, in the world. They came together treasuring each little touch. Each
point of contacted. And as their breathing returned to normal, they both
looked up together. And they were both speechless.

"Ah, Mom, I can explain." Buffy managed to look at her mother and Giles
standing in their room.

You can?" Whispered Willow at a total lose about what to do, since she was
still had her hand in the slayers pussy and a dildo inside her tender back
passage. 

"Yes, well we heard moaning and we thought, ...ah" Giles was stumbling out.

"We'll wait outside." Joyce final said, taking charge of the situation and
grabbing Giles on the way out the door
"I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz." Willow

"Anyone who's not having fun here, follow me." -Buffy