And I can think of no greater victory than this. To own you. To make you mine.” Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and fear once again in her chest, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreams, the word pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal. “Who knows, perhaps you won’t find it so bad in time.” “Not bloody likely…” Lena said, her soft voice edged with despair. Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena's short brown hair, “Oh I think you will, I hope you will…” she whispered as she leaned in, “Though I suppose it does not matter if you ever truly do… But I have an order for you…” Lena blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their eyes locked, their lips mere inches apart as Amélie leaned over her. “Kiss me. Like you mean whipping it, pétale.” Lena felt her breath escape in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the woman's lips find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss. For Amélie, a true kiss was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new imprinted wills of her lithe body. Amélie let out a soft little moan as she felt her lips play slow and testingly against the comparatively intense warmth of Lena’s own, the girl’s hands moving to rest on Amélie’s waist through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body. Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena’s hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British girl beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena’s arms as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena’s femdom hands shift. One of the girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie’s neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie’s thighs, the girls other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie’s stomach, Lena’s fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the soft cool skin of her abdomen. Lena’s lips found Amélie’s again quickly and any semblance of a slow kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the girl’s tongue slipped eagerly between the French woman's lips, beginning an intense dance of lust and desire. Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena’s arms, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British girl since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience. The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but spanked their outlooks and attitudes so different. To begin with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the bubbliness that made her stand out. Amélie’s thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn’t expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the smooth fabric of her t-shirt the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie’s full but modest breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting more resistance than she had perhaps expected. Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn’t specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘real kiss’ and as Lena’s knee pressed a Slave little firmer between Amélie’s legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grip and her hold, japanese their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie’s theory. 'Get the paperwork.' “I know, and it turns me on to see you do it. The next thing I knew, there were three of his teammates crowded into the small backseat. “I Slave know your father and I could use the distraction.” Lucifer spun on Megan. Paisley essentially blushes a bit at him saying her name and then says, "I need to notify some people that you are...back," she says before adding. After he fucked her his sixth time he shrunk enough to come out.. Thia allowed herself to be turned. “I did...” She sounded disgusted, too. I was on my bed now japanese at home, lying back, dreaming, in my dream he was doing the work, stroking, petting, just...AH!...just there and I was flexing hard and my head back on his shoulder as he touched and explored, thrilling me and I pulled on his hands at my waist...it was so quiet in school...so femdom quiet. It would whipping spanked give Barb time to change her schedule around and get Saturday off. I thrust up into her, my ovaries unloading my ninth load of cum of the contest, spilling so deep into her. It felt like a river of hot oil coursing along her sensitive tissues.