
Models: Lulu Chu & Kiara Cole
‘And another thing…’
Caught up in the flow of her lecture, Lydia was oblivious to the fact her voice was beginning to weigh on Kendall’s sanity. She had barely drawn breath since they left the bar, and even now she only paused long enough to usher Kendall into their shared apartment before continuing her monologue.
‘… you’ve got to stop looking at your feet all the time. Eye contact, K: that’s what guys want. Let them see in your eyes how much you want them. Seriously, sometimes you don’t even need to say a word to tempt a guy to bed. With the right look they’ll be all yours for the rest of the night.’
Drained, Kendall turned for the lounge, but before she could take a step Lydia seized her wrist.
‘Oh no, K, this isn’t a night for relaxing. It’s high time I gave you a proper makeover. I already told you earlier, I’m going to find you a hookup if it’s the last thing I do.’
As she was dragged into the bathroom Kendall found her voice for the first time since leaving the bar. ‘Come on, Lyd. I know you’re trying to help but it really doesn’t matter. You already tried giving me tips and they didn’t work. What difference is a new outfit and some makeup going to make?’
Locking eyes with Kendall in the reflection of the large circular mirror set on the wall, Lydia looked like she’d just been slapped. ‘What difference? What difference? Babe, those are two pillars of the hookup holy trinity right there, the third one being body language – which you’re also shocking at, by the way. Also, my tips didn’t work because you didn’t follow any of them. I mean what did I tell you about attracting a guy’s attention?’ Knowing Lydia would answer her own question Kendall didn’t bother to reply. ‘I told you to catch his eye then glance away. Maybe throw a little blush in for good measure. If you’d done that with the guy at the bar he would’ve been all yours. But what did you do? You just stared at him! Squinted, actually. You weren’t even trying to look him in the eyes.’
‘I was looking at his tattoo,’ Kendall said miserably. ‘He had a tattoo on his forearm but since I was on the other side of the bar I wasn’t close enough to see it. I didn’t even realise he was looking at me until I’d already made myself look like a weirdo.’ A brief fieriness lit up her tone as she continued. ‘And can I point out, you’re the reason I was so far off in the first place. You told me to get in his eyeline so I could do your dumb glance away thing – if I’d just gone up to him like I wanted I wouldn’t have scared him off.’
Massaging her brow with thumb and forefinger, Lydia patiently reminded herself that hookups were not Kendall’s field of expertise.
‘Look, I promise I know what I’m talking about. You just have to trust me. Besides, I’m doing this for you. I’m not going to let my best friend come to Club Fantasy of all places and go to bed alone.’
The irony that Kendall didn’t actually seem to mind the thought of that scenario was lost on Lydia as she continued. ‘Now, give me a minute while I go in the wardrobe. There’s plenty of stuff in there to make a smoking hot outfit, and I’m pretty sure I saw a bunch of makeup too. You can take that dress off while I’m gone.’
‘You really don’t have to do this, Lyd,’ Kendall tried as Lydia headed for the door. ‘I’m never going to be like you.’
Humility was not one of Lydia’s strengths. ‘Oh, sweetie, I’m one of a kind. Nobody is like me.’ And with a flick of her long black hair she was gone.
Almost sprinting into the walk-in wardrobe, Lydia threw herself into the task of composing Kendall’s perfect makeover.
Thankfully they were the only two in the apartment. They were sharing with Juliet, and Lydia suspected she would have sided with Kendall, which was the last thing Lydia needed right now if she was going to help her bestie finally live a little. But the last they’d seen of Juliet she’d been wandering in the direction of the club’s backrooms. Lydia hadn’t pinned Juliet as the type to explore the club’s risqué side, but she wasn’t about to resent a shy thing like her from throwing caution to the wind. If anything, it gave Lydia a hope that Kendall wasn’t a lost cause.
The two of them had been friends since university. Even back then Lydia was the wild child and Kendall the studious one, and that dynamic had persisted over the years, resulting in Kendall scoring her dream job as an assistant director at an indie film studio, while Lydia took whatever employment came her way so long as it paid enough to fund her favourite hobby: partying like it was the end of the world. To the average observer their friendship seemed questionable, especially given how often they wound up bickering over little things, but time had taught them that opposites really do attract and, despite their differences, neither woman had experienced another friendship as genuine or enduring as theirs.
But if there was one point of contention between them it was their opposing opinions on Kendall’s love life.
Kendall wasn’t against dating – in fact she’d had several boyfriends in the time since she met Lydia. But not only did they never stick around for long, Lydia couldn’t remember the last time Kendall had gossiped with her about a night of raw passion. On the contrary, her dates invariably ended with some gentle kissing followed by falling asleep on the sofa together.
To Lydia, this was simply unacceptable. As far as she was concerned any date that didn’t finish with an earthshattering orgasm was a waste of time, and any guy who would let her bestie drift off in front of the TV rather than show her a good time in bed was not worth Kendall’s attention. Lydia knew her outlook was a profoundly shallow one, but she didn’t much care. After all, she’d watched years of ill-fated relationships imbue her friend with an apathy towards trying again, and if that’s what came of being heartfelt then Lydia wanted no part in it.
If this kept up then Kendall would inevitably draw into herself completely, a fate which Lydia was determined to avoid. No friend of hers was going to go lonely, not if Lydia had her way. Which was why she was now rifling through the wardrobe’s contents in search of something to reverse Kendall’s dating fortunes.
Lydia had half a dozen dresses draped over her arm when she stumbled upon the vanity. Slotted between two large cupboards, the desk was overlooked by a simple mirror framed with small white lights illuminating a slew of neatly arranged makeup products. Each item bore the Club Fantasy logo: the venue’s initials, with a little pair of horns crowning the C and the stalk of the F flicking off into a demonic forked tail.
Laying the bundle of clothes on the vanity’s stool, Lydia focused on the lipsticks. Though it was typically the last thing she applied when doing her own makeup, she liked to build her look around her lipstick and so it was always the first thing she picked out.
Lydia scanned the impressive range: Fantasy Flush, Dark Debauchery, Tinted Temptation. Soon enough she settled on the perfect shade for Kendall. Subtle Seduction was a beautiful glossy pink with a sufficient pop to draw the eye without being garish enough that Kendall would refuse to wear it.
Setting it to one side, Lydia decided to choose a shade for herself too. Having left imprints on multiple wine glasses downstairs her own lipstick had started to fade, and though she was eager to make Kendall look like a goddess she wasn’t willing to let her bestie outshine her.
Vibrant Vanity was a striking crimson with a finish even glossier than the rest. Lydia was in love at first sight, and her impulsive nature ensured that applying it later simply wasn’t an option.
Unfortunately for Lydia, the club didn’t even give her the chance to appreciate how the lipstick looked on her. Instead the magic hit her before she had even set the applicator down. The strength drained from her legs she staggered forward and was forced to brace herself on the edge of the vanity. The lipstick went skittering across the surface and careened into the others, which in turn sent them toppling too.
But Lydia didn’t hear. Lydia didn’t see. Because Lydia was no longer Lydia at all.
With her psyche snuffed out her concept of pleasure was similarly extinguished. As a result, despite the ecstasy of her transformation she didn’t make a sound – and therefore didn’t alert Kendall that something was amiss.
Lydia was a creature almost entirely composed of curves: fat ass, plump thighs, big tits. But these assets were the first point of attack for the magic now coursing through her veins and in a matter of seconds they were all rapidly diminishing. Soon enough her bust had dropped from D to B while both rump and thighs were likewise half their former size. Yet while her curves were less dramatic they were still undeniably there, and though her original physique had been enticingly voluptuous this leaner form gave the impression of a woman with enough stamina to fuck an entire football team and finish with energy to spare.
Her hair didn’t so much shorten as it did kink, the long, fastidiously straightened locks suddenly coiling into soft waves which drew the tips up from her waist to the level of her regressed breasts. More striking still were the streaks of blonde which began to appear. Starting at the ends they swept up like a painter’s brushstrokes, glossy gold surging up to her chin before blending in with the raven darkness beyond.
Hemmed in by the rising gold, the transformation of Lydia’s features were twofold. At first it was merely her facial structure affected. The adjustments were small – a slightly wider jaw, fractionally closer eyes, a pinching of the bridge of the nose – yet when taken as a whole they rendered Lydia completely unrecognisable, not to mention even more stunning than she had been before. Then the second wave of facial changes unfolded. As if unwilling to compete with any other beauty products, the lipstick’s magic jealously drained them of their colour. Crimson nails faded to white, bright red eyeshadow shifted to a gentle pink, rosy blush grew muted – even the glittering rubies in Lydia’s earrings paled to clear diamond. The net effect was a visual embodiment of the lipstick’s name: her bright lips vainly drawing all the attention while the rest of her makeup seemed meek in comparison.
The same could not be said for her new attire. By the time the tight red spandex of her dress faded into the ether her lingerie had already reformed into a striking ensemble of thick straps, decorative connectors and sheer mesh panels, all of which were a deep, rich blue. Dozens of golden buckles and rings peppered the set to give it the air of a corset without the rib-crushing core, while crowning it all was an extravagant necklace composed of around two dozen gold rings, each one larger than the last and which collectively made it look as if her neck was encircled by threads of sunlight.
When the new woman looked up at her reflection the emptiness behind her eyes made it clear she wasn’t yet complete. No fresh mind had arisen to fill the void left by Lydia’s absent psyche – but there was just enough lingering intelligence for her to realise a few things.
First: she felt good. Second: her lipstick was what had made her feel so good. And third: there was somebody waiting for her in the bathroom. She didn’t know that somebody’s name, nor the connection they once shared, only that she could help them feel good too.
The only lipstick left standing was the one Lydia had picked out for Kendall: Subtle Seduction. Snatching it up, the new woman abandoned the heap of clothes on the stool and scurried out of the wardrobe.
However, rather than dart into the bathroom straight away she hid just outside and called to the woman within.
‘I’ve got a surprise for you. But you’ve got to close your eyes, otherwise you’ll spoil it.’
A moment of silence. Then a sigh. ‘Fine, they’re closed. What is it?’
Opening the lipstick as she went, the new woman dashed over to her former best friend. ‘It’s pleasure,’ she said as she pressed the tip to Kendall’s lips.
Whereas Lydia’s mind had been blown out as swiftly as a candle in a tornado, Kendall’s was allowed to burn down gradually. A woman of her word, she kept her eyes closed while Lydia continued applying the lipstick, but with each stroke a few more thoughts trickled away like wax down a candlestick. First her resentment of being forced into a makeover. Then her frustration at being incapable of scoring her own date. Then her envy of Perri, who had been lucky enough to find her true love back in university. Slowly but surely these trickles drained Kendall’s mind away until she could no longer remember who she was.
Only once there was nothing left did she open her eyes, the urge to keep them closed having faded along with everything else. When she did so she was faced with a petite Asian beauty who smiled back at her.

‘Doesn’t it feel good?’ she asked, easing the vacant blonde up onto the marble counter.
Her subject nodded without really knowing why.
True to the name of her lipstick, Kendall’s transformation was a thing of subtle changes and tweaked details. When considered individually no trait was dramatically altered: her frame remained a similar height, her curves were barely adjusted, the hue of her hair went almost untouched.
Yet as minimalistic as they were the changes were also copious. Barely an inch of her figure escaped unscathed. Across her torso her clavicles rose, her scapulae narrowed, her cleavage widened, her areolae enlarged; her navel shrank, her ribs grew less prominent, her midriff contracted and her stomach shed a pound or two. The lost weight migrated to her thighs, inflating them just a little, though when spread out across the area of both legs the expansion was almost imperceptible. Later, once the transformation was over and she stood up, the redistribution of mass would cause her to stand and walk just a fraction differently. Manicured nails paled and elongated and rounded by several shades and millimetres and file strokes. Hair curled and shortened by the tiniest margins. Her chin narrowed, jawline softened, lips plumped, teeth whitened, nostrils shrank, bridge pinched, lashes lengthened, brows arched, hairline rose…
Alone, each change would have been invisible. Collectively, they reshaped Kendall into seduction incarnate – and a woman so ravishing deserved lingerie to match.
As requested, Kendall had stripped to her underwear in her friend’s absence. Now their transformation was on full display. While the stitching shifted with a mind of its own a flurry of straps both thick and thin sprouted from the main panels to crisscross her nubile body. Like serpents coiling around their prey they slithered this way and that until she was embraced from shoulder to thigh, the material paling from black to a delicate lavender hue in the process, the clasps and rings that appeared settling into a subtle gold.
When the new lingerie fell still it was of a similar design to that of her companion, albeit with a more graceful air about it. This trait was likewise exhibited by the thick choker that appeared around her neck which – though gold like Lydia’s – was less showy by far.
As the magic ebbed both women blinked in unison. In that fraction of a second their new personas erupted into being and rushed to every corner of their empty minds. The transition was so quick that Lulu was already smiling when Kiara caught her eyes.
‘You look perfect, baby,’ Lulu beamed, slotting the lipstick’s cap back on. She paused, tapping a finger to her lips as she assessed her girlfriend’s appearance. ‘Hang on, I’m sure there’s something missing. Wait, I’ve got it! How could I forget?’
Dashing from the bathroom she returned a moment later with a thick black leather collar sporting a large gold ring mounted on the front. She waited for Kiara to lift the hair from around her neck then clipped it into place. ‘There. Now you’re perfect. So how about we see what all our adoring fans think of this look?’
Not trusting herself to reply without moaning, Kiara nodded and allowed Lulu to lead her into the bedroom.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows the dark knight flickered with the lights of the city and stars, the roads below a chaos of shifting whites and reds. In here though there was a reverent quiet, as if the air itself was waiting in hushed anticipation of what came next. The large bed was flawlessly made, silk sheets tucked neatly into the thick bedframe while an assortment of plush pillows were aligned along the headboard. A crimped blanket shrouded the lower half of the bed and the lamps had been set to a soft purple glow which lent a dreamlike quality to the luxurious space.
But this dream had teeth too. At the foot of the bed were arranged a trio of cameras mounted on tripods, recording lights blinking and leads trailing across to an open laptop on the bedside table. Raised above the filming equipment a tall stand supported a large ring light which washed gentle white illumination across the bedsheets. And on a low table just out of shot were arranged an assortment of sapphic sex toys.
If this was a dream, then it was a wet one.
Stalking across to the table, Lydia perused the contents. ‘Where should we start?’ she whispered, careful not to be audible to the cameras. Their audience was waiting and she wanted to keep them in suspense until the opportune moment. ‘A vibrator? Maybe the sybian? I’m sure they’d get you nice and wet for the main event.’ A thoughtful expression crossed Lulu’s face. ‘Then again, perhaps we can skip the foreplay.’
Kiara was forced to swallow a moan as Lulu unexpectedly slid a hand down the front of her panties and ran a finger between her folds. It came out glistening. Lulu grinned.
‘Oh yes, fuck playing coy. I say we start with a bang.’
From the assorted toys she selected an intimidating strap-on. Buckling it into position she admired the lengthy silicone dick now jutting out from her crotch before undoing her bra and allowing it to slip to the floor. A wicked smile played over her lips when she turned to Kiara, her girlfriend already blushing as she took in Lulu’s erotic appearance.
‘Come on, gorgeous, let’s show everybody the real us.’

At the first brush of the strap-on against her sex, Kiara’s hand flew back with the instinctive intention of pressing on Lulu’s stomach to slow the insertion.
But Lulu had expected as much and caught her easily. They’d been together long enough for her to effortlessly read the blonde’s desires, and though Kiara’s body automatically jumped to take things slow they both knew she could take anything Lulu could dish out. It was only Kiara’s self-doubt that convinced her she wasn’t ready, a leftover trait from before they met.
Coiling her fingers around Kiara’s elbow Lulu continued sinking deeper. ‘It’s okay, babe, you can take it. You know you can. And so do they,’ she added, nodding to the trio of cameras.
Her face a mask of pleasure, Kiara looked down the nearest lens. Lips quivering and brows knitted together, she wondered if she looked as hot as she felt. Each new inch of Lulu’s rod intensified the erotic heat expanding through her insides like logs thrown into a furnace. So far Lulu had only removed Kiara’s panties, which now lay in a bundle on the blanket beside her, and somehow the delicate lavender straps that remained were keeping all that wicked warmth locked within her nubile body.
Already the laptop screen was reeling with messages from their audience. The live chat had started before they moved into frame, but from the second Lulu eased Kiara down onto all fours the pace of new messages had accelerated. As she glanced across now Kiara found the chat was rife with viewers eagerly agreeing with Lulu and encouraging her to take the toy as deep as possible.
‘See?’ Lulu said as the crotch of the strap-on settled against Kiara’s ass. Her fleshy cheeks moulded around the toy’s contours like squeezed marshmallow. ‘You always think you can’t, but we both know you can.’ Turning to the camera Lulu grinned at their audience. ‘What do you all say I show this pretty thing what she’s really capable of?’
In the few seconds it took their viewers to type their enthusiastic responses, Kiara mentally prepared herself for the inevitable thrusts. Unable to breathe deeply thanks to the constriction of her leather collar, she inhaled as much as possible then let it out slow and steady.
The heat of the furnace within continued to build, a wordless promise that sooner or later her own lust would burn her up just as it always did when she made love with her gorgeous girlfriend. Kiara knew tonight would end the same as all the others: with both of them collapsing spent and sweaty amongst the tangled bedsheets. Except this time they weren’t just hedonists, they were exhibitionists too, and that sent all new thrills crackling through Kiara’s body.

When setting up for their stream, Lulu was careful to arrange the cameras to frame their passion from multiple angles, with one positioned at the foot of the bed, a second to the right, and a third sandwiched between the two at the corner. And while all three were hooked up to the laptop, the stream itself only showed the input from one camera at a time with the image shifting to a new angle every ten minutes. As a further addition to the dynamic framing, each camera was also set up to slowly zoom in and out, and it was this detail which allowed Lulu’s determined face to creep gradually into the view as she plunged relentlessly into her girlfriend’s twinkling sex.
The Asian beauty’s gaze was fiercely analytical. Even as her hand glided over Kiara’s hips to stroke and spank her bare ass, even as her hips rolled and her tits bobbed and her clit throbbed from the strap-on rubbing against it, her focus never wavered from Kiara’s face.
The blonde was looking down the lens of the camera casting to the stream. To the untrained eye she seemed to be regaining her composure: breathing under control, errant arm returned to the bedsheets, expression more stable. She’d even started rocking gently against Lulu’s cock, the motions lubricating the toy with her pussy nectar.
But Kiara couldn’t fool Lulu. Each time the glistening silicone rod vanished into her sex, for instance, Kiara’s brows trembled like autumn leaves in a wintry breeze. And it didn’t take long for Kiara’s feet to find Lulu’s legs, the skin-to-skin contact a common coping mechanism she used to ground herself in the heat of passion. They had lived out this night enough times for Lulu to be fluent in all her girlfriend’s tells and tonight their message was loud and clear: Kiara was horny as fuck.
A fact Lulu was eager to exploit.
Lulu hadn’t been entirely sure how her lover would handle fucking in front of an audience. It had taken Kiara some time to come around to her way of thinking – that it would be the sexiest thing they’d ever done, would take their fame to a whole new level, would help boost Kiara’s confidence in ways private sex never could – and even longer to actually commit to doing it.
Lulu didn’t mind though, because even if Kiara couldn’t see it Lulu was doing this for her. Sure, they stood to earn plenty of money from the stream, but setting that aside what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t help her lover expand her hedonistic horizons? Lulu could not imagine being as submissive as Kiara, but if this was the position she enjoyed then the least she deserved was the confidence to own that role.
And it seemed that confidence was already building.

‘That’s it, hot stuff. Show them all how needy you are for my dick.’
Held aloft on all fours, Kiara now filled Lulu’s view. With her legs flanking Lulu’s own, her hands planted on the bedsheets and Lulu’s fingers clamped around her hips to keep her stable, Kiara’s flushed folds were on full display to their adoring audience as she rode the strap-on with slow, sensual rolls of her hips. Her panting breaths were steadily dislodging her breasts from the confines of her bra such that both areolae now peeked out from behind the lavender fabric, while the whimpering gasps accompanying each bounce were the closest thing Lulu got to a response as she continued her taunting.
‘Mmmh, yes, bounce those hips baby. You always liked to pretend you were so sweet and demure when we were out in public, but we both know that was all an act. Deep down you’ve always been such a naughty thing – you just needed the right girl to bring it out of you. And now everybody can see you for who you really are.’
Glancing at the laptop, Lulu grinned. The image had shifted to the camera beside the bed, allowing their fans a smoking hot view of Kiara’s descent into submission. Clearly relishing the experience the live chat was ticking through messages even faster than before, many of which included accompanying donations too. What’s more, Lulu recognised many of the usernames. Her grin spread wider: how easy they were to seduce.
Both Kiara and Lulu had been successful influencers before they met. Nevertheless, neither woman had anticipated just how popular they would become once their budding relationship drew together not only their lives but their livelihoods as well.
It was the contrast in their content that did it.
Kiara had made a name for herself reviewing all things sweet and dainty and stereotypically feminine. Lulu, on the other hand, was known for far edgier fare: risqué roleplay attire, fetish gear, sex toys – anything that could spice up the sex lives of her fans. Until now she’d never indulged in any outright explicit content, but from the very beginning her brand was inextricably associated with sex and sluttiness.
Yet once they became an item it was this very disparity which had made them household names. Their collective popularity had garnered partnerships from all manner of businesses, which in turn had allowed them to set up their own website through which they could earn commissions on the many different products and services they reviewed. Whether sensitive or slutty, introverted or immoral, any woman could find something to enjoy in the seemingly endless catalogue of products. And with all the products gathered in one place, fans of one half of the power couple often found something to like in her lover too. Lulu had lost track of how many messages she’d received from Kiara’s followers gushing over how Lulu’s most recent sex toy review had helped them embrace their more deviant side; meanwhile Kiara regularly heard from shameless deviants who were taking great pleasure in exploring their daintier desires.
Simply put, even before all this their viewers had been adoring acolytes. But after tonight their adoration would devolve into addiction. Better yet, when they shifted positions once again, it seemed Kiara was succumbing to a similar obsession.

Unbeknownst to her girlfriend, something unusual was happening to Kiara.
It had started while she was riding Lulu: a subtle tingle beginning in her extremities and creeping slowly inwards. Now, with the strap-on tossed aside along with Lulu’s panties as the red-lipped beauty straddled her face, the energy had reached Kiara’s core.
For several seconds she could only frown as it seeped down. Then it reached the furnace of lust burning inside her.
Lulu was halfway through a sentence goading Kiara into eating her out when the blonde suddenly buried her face in her loins. Her arms came up to loop around Lulu’s upper thighs, her legs also rising to nestle between Lulu’s shoulder blades and thus prevent her leaning away. She moved without thought, her agile tongue blurring back and forth between gleaming folds. Kiara vaguely realised she was lifting her head and straining to feast even deeper on her girlfriend’s sex, though with her chest pinned down by Lulu’s hips there was only so far so she could go.
There was no dominance in her feeding. The compulsion to satisfy and serve was still at the forefront of her mind, and if Lulu had decided to sit up straight and properly ride Kiara’s face she would have inevitably plunged into a state of mindless submission.
Even so, a strange determination drove her actions. Across the many nights they’d played out this scene in private Kiara’s pleasure always originated from the act of submission – the knowledge she was satisfying the woman she loved. It was the fuel for her furnace, the physical sensations of her own body coming in a distant second.
But tonight Kiara’s fuel was different. Tonight she didn’t want to give, she wanted to take. To take the air from Lulu’s lungs as breathless groans; to take the nectar from her pussy and let it nourish her inner deviant; to take the strength from her limbs by licking and licking and licking until Lulu couldn’t hold herself up anymore. Kiara wanted to use Lulu’s body to satisfy her cravings, and as the desire grew so too did the searing heat inside her.
The furnace and its flames were still there, hotter than ever. Yet for the first time Kiara could remember she was finally beginning to control them both.

And she was not the only one coming to this realisation: both Lulu and the audience were too.
Dropping amongst the cushions, Lulu locked eyes with her lover. ‘You’re eager tonight, babe. So I guess it’s a good thing my tits need some attention as well. I suggest you don’t leave me waiting either – get those sweet lips over here and put them to good use.’
With the quiet acquiescence of a good sub Kiara did as she was told. As it had so many times before the metallic tang of Lulu’s nipple piercing filled her mouth, the beads kneading her tastebuds, and she felt the familiar warmth of obedience try to embrace her. But whereas a command from Lulu normally smoothed her thoughts into the placid stillness of a calm pond, now her mind was a blur of activity, her senses alert to all the tiny details giving away how aroused her girlfriend truly was. She noted how heavily Lulu crumpled to the bedsheets, how her limbs failed her at the last second. She heard the ghost of a tremor in her words as she fought to catch her breath without gasping. She spotted the way Lulu spread her legs wide to prevent herself squirming.
And when Kiara defied her orders by snaking a hand across to toy with her girlfriend’s swollen clit, she relished the hushed whimper that Lulu was too slow to bite back.
The sound was too quiet to be picked up by the cameras, but when Kiara peered over at the laptop she realised it didn’t matter. The stream had transitioned to the camera at the foot of the bed and the unrestricted view of Lulu’s pleasure-stricken face required no audio to read.
Never thought Lulu would let her take charge, read one message.
Ikr, agreed another. Looks like SHE wants to be used tho.
Speak 4 urselves – I knew Kiara had it in her. Quiet ones r always the naughtiest.
This third message was followed by a flurry of encouragement urging Kiara to – among other much more explicit suggestions – give Lulu a ‘taste of her own medicine’. Naturally this only fed her blossoming dominant streak further and, keen to give the people what they wanted, she promptly sealed her lips around Lulu’s breast and suckled with fresh zeal. Lower down her dancing, teasing fingers were soon glistening with pussy juices.
Subjected to this fresh assault of pleasure, Lulu realised her mistake. Rather than curb Kiara’s control she had enhanced it, effectively offering up her body for the blonde to play with as she pleased. Ordinarily the ploy would have worked, for Kiara knew better than to act without orders, but tonight there was a devilish energy about her that Lulu had never seen before.
If Lulu didn’t regain control soon she knew she never would. So, forcing aside the welcoming embrace of submission, she made one last ditch effort to put Kiara back in her place.

Lulu drove Kiara onto her back just as the stream returned to the camera at the corner of the bed. The blonde made no attempt to resist as Lulu swung around and once again straddled her face, this time facing out towards the neon-lit city. The reversed position allowed her to more easily grind against Kiara’s face, a fact which she immediately exploited.
For several minutes Lulu managed to convince herself she was holding the reins. The bucking of her hips sent flares of ecstasy lashing across her groin as her clit dragged over Kiara’s tongue and lips, while her girlfriend’s muffled moans were like music to her ears. Her tits ached as they bounced beneath her. Her once weak arms held firm.
But as the initial rush of power wore off so did the illusion of control.
Once again Kiara’s arms were hooked around her thighs, spreading her sex wide so she could gorge herself on Lulu’s saturated folds, and as it turned out Kiara herself was the one rocking her girlfriend’s hips. If anything Lulu’s arms were weaker than before, her position only maintained by Kiara’s right leg, which Lulu rested on heavily as her elbows trembled. Even the moans were her own, muffled only by the orgasmia fogging her brain and drawing her cognitive processing to a crawl.
A glance at the many messages congratulating Kiara on breaking her proved she wasn’t fooling anybody. Somehow her perfectly submissive girlfriend had effortlessly reversed their roles and now Lulu was the one at her mercy, not the other way around.
Yet as Kiara’s tireless tongue infused a sensual heat through Lulu’s body that didn’t feel like such a bad thing.
Lulu’s identity as a hedonist was well-earned. To her mind there was nothing more thrilling than being entangled in the arms of a beautiful woman and fucking until they passed out. The heat of their colliding skin, the symphony of their united groans, the simplicity of letting carnal instincts guide their every move – there was nothing purer, and over the years it had become her one true calling in life.
Only now did she realise that none of those things actually required her to be the dominant party. With Kiara, Lulu had taken charge simply because she could. Because she was good at it. Because she knew how to play on a sub’s desires and reduce them to a babbling, quivering mess. It was a skill she was shamelessly proud of and had been excited to demonstrate to their army of eager followers. But that wasn’t to say Lulu craved control. Submission was a foreign experience only because her skill for dominance inevitably led docile lovers into her embrace, none of whom had shown any interest in challenging her. Simply put, she had never experienced submission because nobody had ever given her the opportunity.
Tonight that opportunity had finally arrived, and Lulu couldn’t help but ask herself if she had been missing out all this time. Was this how good all her former lovers had felt when she melted their brains with naughty toys and naughtier words? Was she willing to admit, in front of an audience who had only ever seen her as a shameless slut, that she was loving this just as much as she’d loved wielding her strap-on? Could she even accept it herself?
Later, Lulu would realise the irony in the fact that Kiara was the one who answered that for her. But in the moment, all she could do was let out a delirious gasp when the hard shaft of the glass dildo slid into her hole.

The unexpected invasion distracted Lulu long enough for Kiara to wriggle out from underneath her. Once free she pivoted around to kneel beside her amour, the dildo in her grasp.
It was a weighty thing, the shaft lined with ridges and the glass tinted pale pink. Kiara had quietly pilfered it from the nearby table while Lulu’s mind was elsewhere, and now she returned it to the flushed cunt whose juices already twinkled along its length, staring straight down the lens as she did. This second penetration went deeper than the first and was accompanied by Kiara’s tongue feathering over Lulu’s exposed ass.
Lulu immediately collapsed. The last remaining strength drained from her arms and her groin suddenly alight with burning pleasure, she could do nothing but pitch facedown into the bedsheets and groan while her lover assumed a rhythm of insertion and removal so slow it was agonising. Lulu could feel her insides shifting around the toy, stretching and embracing and contracting in an inexorable cycle which knitted her brows together and caused her breath to snag in her throat.
Yet while Lulu whined and squirmed, Kiara was riding an altogether different high. Her furnace was so hot now it was a wonder she didn’t glow, yet for the first time in as long as she could remember she was not controlled by it. Quite the reverse. Now the bellows were in her hands, the fuel at her fingertips, and every flicker of energy was hers to command. Until now Kiara had been content to remain in the role she was so familiar with: the woman who would rather have things happen to her than make them happen herself, at least in the bedroom. But fucking in front of an audience had unearthed something in her that she knew would never be stifled again. Because now she had the best of both worlds. She could both submit and control in equal measure – the former by satisfying the fantasies and requests of their viewers, and the latter by using her beloved Lulu to do so.
In some ways nothing had changed. The night would still end with them spent and sweaty amongst the tangled bedsheets. But the path they would take to reach that destination had never been more different and Kiara intended to savour every last step. After all, Lulu had spent years ordering her to obey. It was about time she learned a little humility.
By now the camera had zoomed out enough for Lulu’s contorted face to be visible. Any sense of performing to the crowd had evaporated, her groans now coming thick and fast.
‘Do you remember why you suggested we do our first stream here?’ Kiara asked without looking away from the camera. ‘You said Club Fantasy would bring the naughtiest versions of us out to play. That we’d be able to abandon all our inhibitions while we were here.’ As she spoke she slid the dildo in and out with the unfaltering endurance of a swinging pendulum. ‘You know, babe, I think you might have been right. So thank you for helping me see what I’ve been missing out on.’
Her eyes scrunched closed, Lulu did not see the fiendish wink Kiara gave their audience.
‘But if I’m really going to get a taste of what it’s like to have you as my sub, I think I’m going to have to make use of that strap-on, don’t you?’
Without opening her eyes Lulu nodded frantically. ‘Oh yes. Fuck yes. Please use it on me, I need it so bad, please baby I–’
‘Ah, ah, ah,’ Kiara interjected. ‘It’s not me you need to plead to. It’s them,’ she said, nodding towards the camera. When she continued her voice was laced with seduction. ‘For the rest of the night I will only use you in ways they want me to, so whatever it is you’re desperate for you’ll have to beg them to let me do it. You always thought you were the one controlling their fantasies, but now it’s time they controlled yours. Go on, beautiful, show them what a needy whore you are.’
At first Lulu did not respond. Then with a deep breath she summoned all her strength and pushed herself up onto her forearms. From there it took another immense effort to twist her head to the camera, each movement made all the harder by the incessant pump of the dildo.
When her eyes finally opened they were bright with desperate tears. ‘Please. Please let her fuck me. I’ve never needed anything more.’
Unable to say anything without breaking into hysterics, Lulu was forced to purse her lips and wait with watery eyes as their viewers typed their responses.
A few seconds later the verdict was in and Lulu let out a laugh of relief as Kiara slid the dildo from her sex.
‘Well, baby, our fans have spoken. Now be a good girl and fetch me my dick…’

Thanks for reading!
Just a quick reminder up front to say that this week I will be releasing a new chapter every weekday, culminating in the epilogue on Friday. So be sure to come back tomorrow for chapter 12!
Honestly, I don’t have a whole lot to say about this one. I think it’s smoking hot, though that shouldn’t be a surprise given that the supporting scene is by Slayed, who invariably produce stellar work. I also love the progressive shift of control from Lulu to Kiara, especially since I didn’t plan for that originally. On the contrary, Lulu was supposed to remain in charge all the way through, but once I started writing this idea took over instead.
Ultimately that change of plot did mean the scene focused less on Lulu Chu than I’d intended. Chu was the model who originally inspired this chapter, yet in the final piece I think the main focus leans slightly more towards the character of Kiara than it does of Lulu. That said, I can’t say I mind. This sort of thing happens occasionally when writing Fantasy Universe chapters (for instance, Fantasy Manor involved a scene which was supposed to focus on Jasmine Jae, but instead had her finish up as more of a side character), and compared to previous examples I do feel like this one is much more balanced between the two characters. Plus, while it wasn’t my plan to begin with, I think the final narrative for this chapter is really hot and far better than the original idea.
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