Esther had a certain trust in her powers, even the ones she hadn't used yet.  She had<em>expected</em>the woman's expression to suddenly soften, to vivify, to flush, however slightly.  Esther had thought to see her become more compliant, more animated, in a sort of 'well,<em>hello!</em>' kind of way.  And then, armed with her supernatural allure and a short list of key psychological weaknesses, Esther was prepared to tease, torment, or ravage her in whatever way seemed best at the time.  Misplaced anger, smothered guilt, uncontrollable lust, and a lot of experimentation.  Logically speaking, that was her plan.<br/><br/>As is so often the case with plans, especially in the sexual sphere, her's were derailed almost instantly.  Rather than watch Kaylee simply get more into the career head-space, Esther had the impression of watching her<em>wake up,</em>as if some boring dream had just given way so something vibrant and opaquely, intimately<em>alive.</em>Her face changed into an expression of desire, and then to a helpless confusion, as though she had never known desire before.<br/><br/>Thoughts ran through Esther's mind.  Hot breath and ropes, wooden posts, panting accompanying the images of bodies struggling against the splinters and fibers of their bindings, their partners mercilessly overstimulating them.  And fear, like a child afraid to reach for their heart's yearning..  All of this played through her mind as she watched Kaylee tumble off the bed clumsily, and start to crawl towards her.  No knowing look, no sensual performance of the hips and shoulders as she moved along the floor.  Just raw, stupid, graceless obedience.   So that was her weakness.  A different sort of weakness.  Esther smirked broadly, watching the beautiful woman trip over her own dress, drinking in the frightened, pleading look on Kaylee's face, and the beautiful swaying breast she had exposed in her frantic advance.  Esther continued to grow fond of the Other: their varied definition of 'weakness' suited her tastes on many levels.<br/><br/>Esther felt strong as she gripped Kaylee's hair, ordering her to give her respect.  Even with so little experience actually dominating anyone, Esther could place the thoughts, the need for acceptance, the fear of being rejected, the uncertainty of what to do.  The instinct that became her only choice.  It was so beautiful to watch..  Esther struggled to hold her stern expression, dropping it only as Kaylee timidly found her way under Esther's skirt.  And there, in slow, testing, and then desperate kisses, Kaylee began giving her just the 'respect' she needed.<br/><br/>Esther suppressed her moans, falling back into her acting to hold onto the stern, even regal expression on her face.  But her body was betraying her.  She lifted her skirt to see the woman's lips pressed against her, her eyes begging as she nursed her clit, gripping Esther's rear and holding her hips tightly, as though they were precious things that would get away.  It was inflaming, to feel desired, to feel<em>needed</em>like this.  Esther couldn't hide the moisture the girl was tasting, or the way her hips began to thrust against her 'prey' as if of their own will.  Esther ran her hands through the woman's hair, gripping tightly, pressing her forward.  Not letting her know that she was afraid she would fall over if she didn't.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind, she felt discomfort, a sense of shame and self-abandonment at what she was doing.  But the sensation of Kaylee's colored nails digging into the flesh of her butt, squeezing at it as she pulled her hips forward..  the soft, gasping lips brushing against her folds, how her tongue whirled over her pearl, the warmth of her whole mouth as she kissed her, sucked her, trying so hard to find what would bring her pleasure..  And then her tongue, fumbling in the dark, found its way inside her, twisting eagerly at her entrance, lapping up her tangible arousal.  There was a cry of something like triumph, rumbling against her most sensitive places. Even her old self would have to admit, it was getting hard to feel bad about any of this right now.  Esther's hand, raking through her air, was mashing the mewling woman's face between her thighs..  Esther felt a curious sense of rising, a whole body warmth moving through her, as she flushed anew at the sensation.<br/><br/>Kaylee was becoming more craven, pushing her fingers inside Esther.  Even with all her skill, Esther wasn't able to suppress a gasp at that.  Kaylee's eyes went wide, as though she'd found something of great value, and she began to do it faster.  Her fingers went to their knuckles inside her, then out, then in, in the space of a panicked breath.  Her eyes watched Esther's: one's pleasure was the other's validation, and Kaylee, for the first time since being here, truly needed to be validated.  She barely knew what she was doing, which allowed Esther to suppress the throaty, head-dizzying moans that were threatening to break from the pit of her diaphragm through her blood colored lips.<br/><br/>Even Kaylee could tell, at this point, that her mistress was pleased.  But Esther still managed to look stern, as though waiting to actually be impressed.  And Kaylee, between wonton, inexplicable need and the knowledge that she had exhausted her tricks, began to panic.  Her lips fell against Esther again, her tongue and fingers moving at the same time, barring one another from maximum effect, but so eager that they nearly made up for it.  Kaylee was desperate, she was terrified, and she was aroused to a peak that defied her belief.  As soon as she even imagined that Esther's pleasure was ebbing, she began to beg.  To give voice to her hysterical yearning.  It was already such a beautiful face, her hair disheveled by Esther's clawing at it, a sheen of perspiration accenting the more visible curves of the failing dress she was wearing.  An expression of simple, helpless need.  Need!  It was hard enough not to give in as it was, even without feeling the Other, no longer dormant, rattle against the door inside her, sensing the forbidden fruit was ripe..<br/><br/>Esther ROLL 2d6 [Physical] to stay in top-space.  Result 4, 3<br/>(If I understand this this right, Kaylee as 2 success total (One from [Dice 4] and one from [Esther's Lust.]  I have 3 Success, two from [Dice 4, Dice 3] and one from [Kaylee Dice 1.]  So I win, yes?  I'm gonna go with that!)<br/><br/>Esther had never been so close to losing control without her Other taking over.  Her legs were quivering, her breathing was labored, and it was all she could do to remain standing, to say nothing of wanting to fall on the beautiful, lust-addled woman on the floor.  She felt her Violet Eyed Sex Goddess scraping at the door, like a cat that wanted to come in for a spell.  It sounded playful, but like anything with stilted eyes and claws out, it was very, very serious.  Esther felt part of her lurch for the door...<br/><br/>"O-oh, no you d-don't..!"  she managed, speaking to no one in particular, and addressing all three entities in the room.  Her eyes flashed like knives unsheathing, her teeth bared as she tore the girl away from her by her hair.  Her voice quaked with lust, but came out like a growl, rapidly escalating to a screech.  "You think<em>you</em>can tell me when you get fucked!?"  Esther had never felt like this, never so strong, so sexy, so in control.  Not on her own terms, anyhow.  She lifted Kaylee from the floor with a strength she didn't know her arms had, born entirely of the wild sexual desire she had very nearly given into, and marched her backwards to the bed.<br/><br/>One of Esther's arms snapped outward, gripping the hem of Kaylee's dress.  The other shoved her backward, hard enough to send her sprawling on the mattress.  There was a tear, and Esther rapidly pulled the rest of the dress off of her.  Ether was on her instantly, straddling her, walking on her knees across the full breadth of Kaylee's naked form, blue fabric in her hands and red in her vision.  One of her arms shot down to Kaylee's, gripping it, and then the other arm in the same hand.  By then, Esther's pussy was sitting just below Kaylee's chin, arching forward unbidden, yearning, while Esther bound the girl's arms together.  She'd put together enough tents to know a knot that would last a while, even with this fabric.  Bending foward, she lowered herself onto Kaylee's mouth, as she tied the rest of the dress to the bed-frame.<br/><br/>Kaylee was already at her gates, whimpering as her tongue plunged into Esther's all too willing places.  She couldn't stop herself, lowering herself close enough to smother the bound woman, churning her pelvis against the woman's mouth, moans too strong to disguise escaping on every breath.  Esther was very close to losing her mind, gripping her dress and pulling it over her head in one motion, tearing her bra off with the next.  Her own nakedness against Kaylee was dizzying.  She almost felt the threat of wondering what (the actual hell) she was doing, skipping school to face fuck a prostitute!  But the sensations kept rising, and soon those thoughts were drowned out.  Esther pulled herself away from Kaylee, moving her pubes down to her belly.  She wasn't able to resist moving them, churning them luxuriantly against the beautiful girl's naked body, feeling those full breasts against her thighs.  Kaylee's body was shaking.  Or was that her own?  She didn't even know, but it was intoxicating.  Esther lowered her gaze onto the girl, devouring her expression through her eyes.<br/><br/>"Beg."  she said.<br/><br/>And as Kaylee begged, Esther would move lower, kissing her lips, her neck, the tops of her breasts, as her hips churned their way down her stomach.  Kissing her breasts, her nipples, her ribs, and all the erroneous zones her [Insight] gave her, feeling Kaylee's hips buck upwards on her own.  All the while, Kaylee spouted platitudes, compliments, pleas, whimpers..  Esther felt a rapping at her mind's door, more insistent this time, as she rubbed her pubes against Kaylee's own, feeling their shared eagerness in hot, wet, carnal caresses.  The effect was so primal, so electrifying, that Esther's only thought was how close she was to toppling over the edge.  For a moment, she couldn't stop herself at all, finally mustering the willpower to twist around and look at Kaylee's legs.<br/><br/>Esther's hands were rattling with lust, with urgency, as she tied her own dress to Kaylee's right ankle.  If she had more time, more inclination, Esther could have tied both legs.  But not now.  She needed what was to come.  Not just the Other.  Esther needed the release it had given her earlier.  After making sure it was secure, Esther turned, gripping Kaylee's free leg and moving her body forward.<br/><br/>"How happy are you..." she managed, reaching for the door in her mind.  She had teased herself to her apex.  There was no willpower left to resist.  No qualms, no guilt.  Only this.<br/><br/>"...to see.."  The door opened.