Forbidden Discoveries – Part 8

This is the final part of the series. In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–7), Pallavi and Rohini had crossed over into an adventure of sensual discovery as friends. Their secret exploration of one another was deepening their bond. Everything changed once Tanvi entered their lives—a tall, hot, dominant figure.

A person with a seductive power over Pallavi and Rohini’s pleasure and decisions. It began as a thrilling curiosity and exploration, and slowly evolved into a deeper psychological submission in the presence of Tanvi.

Feeling torn emotionally, Pallavi and Rohini began to plot quietly behind Tanvi’s back in revenge. When they finally succeeded, they were able to capture Tanvi in her lowest and most vulnerable state. The primary dominance shifted to Pallavi and Rohini for the first time.

A lazy Saturday afternoon. The lazy where the calendar is your only constraint, and the stillness in the air practically beckons you into debauchery.

Rohini and I were lulled into a blissful sleep on my bed. We were half-dressed and half-unconcerned in what was a perfectly cosy moment. I felt her fingers on my stomach, lightly gliding up and down, tickling the skin just enough to squirm.

Time was no longer an issue. It was no longer an issue for her. My phone buzzed.

“Come over. Same time. Parents are out.”

Tanvi. Always terse. Always brusque. As if nothing had changed. As if this were still her puppet show.

Rohini chortled as she rolled over to me. “Is she kidding?”

I held the phone above us and read it out loud again. “She thinks we’re still her playthings.”

Rohini grinned deviously, the sparkle in her eyes made me excited. “She has no idea.”

We did not respond. An hour later. Then a video call. Tanvi. Her voice, usually overconfident and arrogant, now became different, tense. “What the fuck? Why are you two not answering? We agreed to meet today.”

Rohini picked up the phone. “Oh, honey. Things happen.”

There was a long pause. Then the threats came.

“Don’t toy with me. I can tell your mother, Pallavi. And Rohini, your boyfriend is still following me. He’s curious. What happens if I tell him everything?”

Rohini let out a laugh. A loud, mocking laugh.

The kind that makes you sting. “Tell him what? That you made us lick your feet and call you ‘Mistress’? You think that will make you look good?”

I added in. “And you think we are scared? From the girl whose boyfriend couldn’t last three minutes in doggy?”

The inhale we heard from the other end was sharp. “What are you talking about?”

It was time for us to change gears. I pressed on Rohini’s screen. It displayed a 20-second video—only a teaser from the hidden camera we had put in her room a few weeks before.

The pause of silence felt so good.

“You… recorded us? How dare you! That is illegal!”

“Blackmail is illegal too,” Rohini said dryly. “But here we are.”

We allowed her to simmer for an hour before ringing her again.

When Tanvi answered, her voice was shaken. “What do you want?”

We relish the discomfort, but now does she? “The vibrator – the imported one, the one you put under your bed.”

Tanvi gasped. “How do you know?”

I gave a little smile. “We know everything. And if you don’t want your three-minute sex dollars gone viral, you had better give it to us.”

We stood outside of her house at sunset for the first time and knocked.

Tanvi opened the door – no shoes, no make-up, a tee shirt that did little to hide her fear, though she was small now. Quiet – not the woman who used to boss us around. Delicious.

“It’s in my room,” she said, her voice almost childlike.

We brushed past her as if it were our place. Her room was very much the same – candles on the shelf, those same silk sheets. But it felt different – the power was pushed out.

She handed over the vibrator – a hard-bodied, imported, high-end, sleek black box – completely sealed and still in her possession. But not for long. I ran my fingers over the packaging and let the vibrator hum with excitement.

Rohini looked at her. “Strip.”

Tanvi hesitated and quickly looked at me. Searching for a life preserver?

“Do it,” I said quietly.

Her hands were shaking as she pulled off her top and her shorts. Her bra slipped over her arms and landed on the bed. Revealing those full, pearlescent boobs, I remember we marveled over in privacy. Now, we could look, and she wouldn’t have to pretend otherwise.

We put her hands behind her head and tied her wrists to the headboard using her scarves, which were silk, red, and convenient. She whimpered slightly, closing her thighs to impede any heat from escaping between them.

“You look better like this,” Rohini said and started to unbutton my shirt.

We disrobed slowly for her, purposely moving incredibly slowly so that she could get a peek at all of our finery. I kissed Rohini’s neck, then her shoulder and then descended on her to kiss down to her chest.

Again, she moaned partly due to me sucking and pulling on her nipple. Also, for the ruckus happening at the other end of the room as Tanvi was getting lit.

“This feels so good,” I said, then responded to the sounds of pleasure I was observing Rohini was making as her hands were in my hair.

Rohini picked up the vibrator, lightly rubbing it over my thigh.
Tanvi gasped.

“Say it,” Rohini said. “Say you’re jealous.”

“I… I want to be touching both of you,” Tanvi whimpered.
We smiled at her.

“Too bad. You had your chance,” I reminded her.

The toy sprang to life with a silky, deep buzz. Rohini slid it up my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin. I moaned, letting my legs move apart, again bringing our mouths together.

She kept the vibrator teetering on my clit, the maddening sensation almost unbearable in the restraint. Every throb came with each vibration, creating a pulse of pleasure, increasing as she tilted the toy just a hair to press a little more.

“More…” I whispered.

Rohini grinned and pressed a little harder. The heat was building quickly, a low ache curling through me until I cried out softly and my hips ground forward. Then she moved the setting higher.

I began to feel the pulsing vibrations shake through me in rhythmic waves, making me moan into her mouth. She wasn’t finished yet.

Rohini shifted down, her mouth moving now to my breast while the vibrator buzzed against my clit. Her tongue flicked at my nipple, building the experience with the rhythm of the toy. I was holding her hair with both hands, head thrown back as I cried out, voice hoarse with need.

That was my cue. I rolled her onto her back, kissing her hard before starting my descent. I easily located her soaked slit with my tongue, and she shivered as I slid two fingers inside her, curling in just the right places. I pressed the vibrator against her swollen clit and increased the speed again.

Her legs began to shake. Her cries were breathless, beautiful. She attempted to twist away from me, intoxicated by her pleasure, but I held her steady.

“Take it,” I whispered. “Take all of it.”

I pressed the vibrator against her harder, without mercy. Her back arched, fingers clawing into the sheets, she came screaming my name.

But we didn’t stop. We worked her body like it was made to be played. Slowing circles, long pulses, bringing her back to the edge, over and over again.

When she begged me for release again, I straddled her face with the vibrator still buzzing between us. Her tongue slid out, so eager, so eager. I moaned as she licked, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.

Tanvi tugged at the scarves. Her breath was raspy.

“You’re soaking the sheets just from watching, aren’t you?” I teased.
“Y-yes,” she tried to choke out, thighs pressed tight together, hoping to find some friction.

We rotated our bodies so we were facing her. I started to trail the vibrator down her inner thigh so slowly, until she began shaking.

But I never switched it on. “Beg.”

“Please… Pallavi… Rohini… please let me cum.”

Rohini leaned in, her voice a purr. “Not tonight. Tonight is ours.”

We lay beside her, the vibrating toy buzzing between us, kissing again, sliding together, slippery and desperate. The air was thick, full of sweat and arousal, as if you could see it swirling around us.

We came again – harder this time. Faces buried into each other’s necks, fingers digging into skin. The vibrator was now part of us, as if we had claimed it like everything else.

When we all finally collapsed, panting and exhausted, we slowly unbound Tanvi.

She didn’t even move. Her mouth was slightly open, glazed eyes, hair all around her flushed face.

“The video stays with us,” I said, getting dressed slowly.

Rohini caressed Tanvi’s cheek. “And the next time you ask. Nicely.”

Tanvi blinked and nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

There it was. Not just surrender. Acceptance. Her voice was breathless, but not fear, but desire.

Rohini kissed her cheek softly. “Good girl.”

The scales had tipped for good.

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