Kink Domme Hearts

Naminé hummed to herself as she sketched a quick picture of Kairi in her notebook. The Kairi in the picture was surrounded by little hearts and was wearing a cute schoolgirl’s outfit, complete with pleated skirt and polished Maryjane shoes. It was an adorable sketch and Naminé sighed at the thought of Kairi wearing it. The light shining on her artist’s desk suddenly wavered and Naminé sighed.

“It’s so hard to break in a new drawing lamp,” she said as she opened a desk drawer and removed a pair of small 5 pound weights from a box. She turned to her lamp and smiled at the power source's distress at the sight of the weights.

Larxene had been dressed in a black rubber catsuit that had Naminé’s symbol of ‘Kink Domme Hearts’ emblazoned on the breast. The suit had a zippered crotch that was currently unzipped due to the two metal dildos buried in the pussy and ass of the bound nobody inside the suit. The dildos were mounted on a metal pole of sorts that led to a metal pedestal. Rubber straps bound her body at the ankles, knees, thighs, waist and above and below her breasts; binding her legs to the pole and her arms to her body. Her arms were encased in a leather singleglove that was buckled tight, forcing her arms from wrist to shoulder to press together cruelly.

Her lower face was currently covered by a wide leather panel that was secured to her face with straps that ran around behind her head, under her chin and over the top of her head to hold it in place. The center of the gag had been removed and was now a hole that led into her mouth held open by a rubber wrapped ring wedged between her teeth. A rubber plug attached to a shaded lightbulb had been pushed into her mouth through the hole and pushed firmly in place causing her to direct a light wherever she looked and leads ran down into the neck of her suit and out through the zippered crotch to connect to the bases of the dildos buzzing away in her pussy and ass.

The source of Larxene’s distress was the two clover clamps adorning her rubber covered nipples. The fiendish clamps had a series of weights attached to them that forced Larxene to bend forward or endure excruciating pain.

“Yet the effort is always worth it...” sighed Naminé as she attached the new weights to the ends of the old ones, eliciting a cry of pain from Larxene as she was forced to bed even further.

“Try not to move Larxene or I’ll add some more weights.” she said patting her cheek as she returned to rendering Schoolgirl Kairi on paper, mentally adding a hood, collar and leash, as well as a spreader bar... She needed someone closer to her age and fast...

A world away, Xion left Axel and Roxas as one of the Nobodies delivered a message recalling her to Castle Oblivion, waving off their concern and assuring them she would send them a message as soon as she arrived.

A few hours earlier, however...

“There, that should bring her back to the castle,” said Naminé as she sealed the letter
and handed it to the Nobody who was to deliver it. “Once she gets here, we’ll be sure to let her think everything is normal. Won’t we Larxene?”
Larxene was currently cuffed spread eagle to the bed, riding out an orgasm at the hands of the vibrator seated deep in her pussy. Her suit was lying on the floor awaiting a Nobody to take it away for cleaning. The bound woman’s body was crisscrossed with red marks and her chest heaved with sobs and she nodded; remembering the whipping Naminé had just meted out to her with that riding crop of hers.

Xion entered the castle and was greeted by Naminé. The young girl was wearing her white dress and had her sketchpad in hand. Naminé smiled shyly and walked over to the black clad girl.

“Hello Xion, how was your trip?” she said softly as she stepped closer. “I heard you were coming back so I thought I’d greet you...”

Xion smiled and said, “that’s very kind of you Naminé. Do you know where Vexen is? His letter said it was important I come.”

“Oh, he had to leave shortly after sending the letter but he said I could do it since it’s mostly trying something on and noting the reactions. He said I should be sure to take detailed notes and sketches for him to review when he returned.” said Naminé in a happy voice.

Xion nodded and followed Naminé into the castle and over to the White Room. Naminé walked over to a wooden box and opened it extracting a polished white mask. The mask seemed made of porcelain and depicted a perfect replica of Xion’s own face with holes where the eyes would be for her to see out of. The mask was designed to be placed over the user’s face and strapped into place using a number of straps and Xion found herself wondering what it could be for.

“Hold still and I’ll strap this on your face...” said Naminé as she untangled the straps and held it up. Xion nodded and held still as Namine placed the mask over her face and buckled the straps. As each strap was buckled, Xion felt a tingle grow in the back of her mind until at last the final buckle was fastened and the tingle had traveled from her mind to between her legs.

Her mind snapped out of the slight haze as she felt something slide over her head. Xion jumped and her hands felt at her scalp to encounter a rubber hood covering her entire head except her masked face. She mmphed in protest as she heard a click and felt behind to find a lock at the base of the hood holding it in place. Xion clawed at the mask and mmphed as she futilely attempted to get it off. Naminé giggled and smiled at Xion as she mumbled angrily at her to remove the mask and hood.

“It’s no use trying to get it off Xion, the mask is staying on until I remove that hood. Now would you please strip for me Xion?” she asked sweetly.

Xion growled angrily then mmphed in surprise as she stood up and began to slide her hands over her body. Her hand reached up and unzipped the hooded cloak she was wearing. She swayed her hips and wiggled her shoulders before dropping her arms to her sides and letting the coat fall to the ground.

Her hands slid across her tummy to the bottom button of her shirt and she began to unbutton each one. going up her shirt until she unbuttoned the top one. Xion’s hands slid the shirt off and tossed it away exposing her breasts. The masked Nobody mewled in protest as her traitorous hands reached up and squeezed her own breasts, keading the soft flesh and sending little shivers of pleasure through her.

The naughty hands slid down her front to her hakama-like pants and undid the tie in the cloth belt holding them up. Xion blushed in embarrassment as she let her pants fall to the floor. She stepped out of her boots and twirled around; wiggling her ass at Naminé as she slid off her panties and gave the young artist a clear look at her bare ass. Xion turned and slid onto Naminé’s lap, pressing the porcelain lips of the mask to Naminé’s as she placed the panties in her captor’s hand.

“Maybe I should keep you like this forever...” Naminé purred as she let her hands slide down Xion’s body to her ass.

“Well, you are nothing more than a puppet, and, well, it’s only now I’ve decided to enjoy it.” she whispered conspiratorially, as she squeezed the tight ass cheeks.

“Now, would you please remove my dress for me?” Naminé finally added as she kneaded them, enjoying the close contact with the puppet girl.

Xion felt her head nodding as her hands went to the shoulder straps of Naminé’s dress and slid them down. Naminé stood up and held still as Xion slid the dress down her body. Her eyes suddenly widened behind the mask as she saw the leather harness Naminé was wearing in the place of her panties.

“Lovely aren’t they? They also have a fun purpose outside their fashionable look...” she whispered as she reached up and began to squeeze Xion’s breasts; kneading the soft flesh gently.

Xion mmphed in indignation and Naminé giggled as she kneaded the pert mounds; pinching her nipples and rolling them between forefinger and thumb. The masked girl let out a little moan of pleasure that turned to a gasp of pain as her nipples were pulled and tugged. Xion’s eyes closed in pain and pleasure, only to pop open when the sound of the knob turning snapped her from her reverie.

The door opened and Larxene stepped into the room. She stopped suddenly at the sight of the naked girls. Xion mmphed behind her mask and pleaded with her eyes for freedom; thinking Larxene would stop this for sure.

“Ah Larxene, you’re late. Remind me to punish you after we finish playing with this lovely toy I found. Now strip down and come over here... I want you to show my new puppet your talented tongue” said Naminé as she spread Xion’s legs with her hands, rubbing her inner thighs.

“Yes Mistress Naminé,” said Larxene as she removed her coat revealing her rubber suit and knelt before the bed with her face between Xion’s legs.

Xion mumbled and strained against the mask’s influence as Larxene placed her hands on either side of her pussy and spread her outer lips exposing her pink labia. Larxene extended her tongue and began to lick the pink folds; teasing Xion with gentle flicks of her tongue. The masked girl squirmed as the licking caused her pussy to drip love juices onto Larxene’s tongue.

“Mmmm Mistress, your puppet is virginal, wet and ready for you.” said Larxene before sucking on Xion’s clit.

“Good Larxene, now come here.” said Naminé, standing up from the bed.

Larxene stood and stepped over to Naminé with her head bowed. Naminé pulled her down and kissed her roughly; sliding her tongue into Larxene’s mouth for a taste of Xion’s pussy juice. After a few minutes, Naminé broke the kiss and took a step back.

“She is rather tasty, but it’s time for the real fun... Bend over Larxene and show me that ass.” Naminé whispered, smiling at her slave.

Larxene turned and bent at the waist thrusting her ass out at Naminé. The blond-haired girl reached out and unzipped the crotch-zipper of the suit. The smell of hot pussy filled the air and Naminé smiled as she gazed down at Larxene’s exposed holes.

The older nobody’s pussy was dripping love juices around the large dildo that was currently filling it. Naminé smiled remember all the lube it took to get that toy to fit. Her ass had not been neglected either as the base of another dildo protruded from her ass. The young mistress reached out and grasped the base of the toy; pulling it out slowly and eliciting a long low moan from Larxene.

Xion’s eyes widened as inch after inch slid from Larxene’s rectum until all 12 inches of the toy had been pulled free. “Well, Puppet... Wonder if all this could fit in you?” Namine said, waving it expressively before fitting it to the front of her harness.

“Now puppet, would you please get on all fours and shake your ass for me?” asked Naminé as she zipped up Larxene’s crotch-zipper.

Xion’s head was shaking ‘No’, but her body still obeyed the command, the young ‘nobody’ whimpering as she got into position, not wanting to test out Naminé’s theory at all. Naminé smiled and placed the tip of the toy to Xion’s saliva and juice soaked pussy. Xion looked into Naminé’s eyes pleading for her not to do this. The blond mistress just smiled and put pressure on Xion’s virgin pussy; slowly increasing until the head of the toy pushed into Xion’s pussy.

The masked nobody gasped in pain as the head popped in and began to buck and wriggle as more of the toy slid into her pussy; stopping only when it reached her hymen. Naminé smiled and thrust hard taking Xion’s virginity and causing a loud howl to erupt from her throat.

“As nobody, you came to me. As nobody, you will be my puppet forever.” Namine hissed into Xion’s ear.

Naminé began to move her hips; fucking Xion’s pussy roughly. Xion moaned in pain and strained against the mask’s power as her pussy was roughly plowed and stretched by the thick toy. The moans of pain soon turned to cries of pleasure and Xion was soon actively participating in her own rape; thrusting back in time to Naminé’s hips and screaming in exstacy.

The pleasure increased as the thick head of the toy began to press at the entrance to her womb. Xion moaned in pleasure and thrust back faster, caught in the throes of pleasure as Naminé took her to the edge and then with one final thrust; pushed into her womb and pushed her over the edge into a crashing orgasm. Xion screamed into the mask with pleasure as her muscles spasmed and the pleasure flowed through her like a rushing river.

“Such a good puppet...” whispered Naminé as she slid the toy from Xion’s pussy, taking the time to taste the virginal blood on the tip. “But we aren’t done yet, my puppet...” she whispered.

A few hours later found Naminé sitting at a desk. Her hands were busy at work sketching in her black sketchpad. She set her pencil down and moaned, leaning back and gazing down at Larxene. The older blond was currently cuffed with her wrists behind her. She was kneeling under the desk with a ring gag in her mouth. The slave’s mouth was pressed to Naminé’s pussy, her tongue; working away at the pink folds.

In front of the desk sat Xion. The poor girl was still naked wearing nothing but the mask, hood and a set of cuffs. Her wrists were cuffed to the armrests and her ankles to the front chair legs. A dildo had been pushed into her pussy and set on low. Her gagged moans filled the room and she wiggled in her seat as the toy teased her mercilessly. A blindfold covered her eyes and a pair of headphones had been placed over where her ears would be and were playing a taped recording of Naminé’s voice.

Naminé smiled thinking about the perfect puppet Xion would soon be and let her head fall back with a moan as Larxene’s talented tongue took her over the edge.

A week later found Axel and Roxas in Twilight town when the nobody delivered the letter to them. Axel ripped it open and read the contents, smiling and handing them to Roxas so he could read it too. Roxas frowned slightly then his face lit up when he saw it was from Xion. The letter said she was doing well but would be at the castle for a while. She finished the letter with a joke that left a smile on Roxas’ face and the two shared a laugh before continuing their assignment secure in the belief their friend was safe.

A day before the letter had been read found Xion at Naminé’s desk. She was just sealing up the letter when Naminé walked in with a nobody at her heels. Xion turned and smiled at her entry.

“Hey Naminé! Thanks for letting me use your desk.” said Xion, standing up and hugging the blond girl.

“You’re welcome Xion, I hope you wrote them a good letter. You know how much they probably miss you.” Naminé said hugging her back. “I brought the nobody to deliver the letter for you.”

“Thanks Naminé!” she handed the letter to the nobody and told him who to give it to, watching as it scampered out and dusting her hands off on her coat. “Well Naminé, I think I’ll head back to my room for a nap before training with Larxene.” said Xion as she walked towards the door.

“Sounds good though before that, I had just one thing I wanted to ask...” said Naminé turning to face the window.

“Hm? What is it Naminé?” asked the nobody stopping in the doorway with her hand resting on the doorframe.

“Would you please strip for me puppet?” she asked with a small smile on her lips; still facing the window.

Xion held still for a few seconds before turning to face Naminé with a smile on her face and an empty look in her eyes before saying, “At once Mistress....” and pulling a familiar mask from her jacket to cover her face.