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This commission was written for Technophile34! It contains F/F sex, and various sorts of BDSM play between consenting adults. :3

How It's Done

"We're fed up..."

Dressed in a short skirt and a t-shirt, both navy blue to contrast against her bright plumage, Tamsin allowed her feathered fingers to brush back and forth across her lover's exposed stomach as she addressed the camera. She smirked as she heard Layla giggling, the pale green scaled gecko squirming with ticklish delight, helpless to escape where she hung suspended by both arms and legs from the bedroom ceiling. Would her lover still have been giggling if she knew the truth. That this video wasn't just something for them to try out, and that they'd be able to edit it and hide their identities before even thinking about uploading it anywhere. Would she still be gleefully agreeing to this night of debauchery, if she knew that right now thousands of people were tuning in across the globe to their live performance?

"Fed up with people putting on a blindfold and calling it BDSM. Fed up with people whipping some anonymous slut they don't give a shit about and calling it BDSM. That's not what BDSM is. Not at its core. Not in its heart. It's about trust. The kind of trust which can only exist between people who care about what happens to the other. About how the other feels, and what they want."

Taking a few steps towards the camera, Tamsin bent down and picked up what looked like the end of a blood pressure pump, attached to a long nozzle that travelled up between the lizard's spread and suspended legs, and into one leg-hole of her plain white cotton panties.

"You want to see BDSM, we'll show you BDSM."

Clutching the end of the pump in one hand, Tamsin squeezed. She heard the rushing of fluid down the length of the nozzle, and before long Layla groaned softly, her toes curling and the tip of her tail twitching wildly. Both lorakeet and all the viewers online watched as the fabric of the lizard's underwear darkened around her rump as some of the liquid from the enema she had just received began to drip back out.

"Don't worry folks, you haven't arrived early. I promise we've already prepared, and my beloved mate here is perfectly clean inside and out. What we have here is just a little... extra incentive for her to perform. A water soluable aphrodisiac which can either be consumed orally... or in this, far more fun way. Sure, I may have gone slightly over the recommended dosage... but Layla likes it intense, don't you sweetie?"

A muffled moan escaped the gecko and she wiggled her ass in a tempting, eager fashion, the thick black ball-gag in her mouth making responding in any more coherent fashion utterly impossible.

"You can take that as a fuck yes. But if you need more convincing, if you can't understand why a beautiful lady like Layla would willingly be bound, gagged and left utterly unable to pleasure herself, let me give you a little demonstration."

Again Tamsin ducked out of frame for a brief instant, leaving the crowd to enjoy the sight of Layla wiggling and squirming in mid air. If they could have seen what the lorakeet was still able to see, notably the flushed nature of the gecko's cheeks and the sudden, spontaneous rolling of her eyes, they would have realised that perhaps Tamsin had played down just how severely she had gone over the recommended dose of whatever pleasure enhancer she had given her mate. All those watching however were more than able to spot the increased wetness upon the gecko's tight white panties, not only confined to the area around her ass, but along the slit of her pussy too. A hungrily advancing patch of moisture darkened her underwear, bringing a translucent hue to the fabric and allowing the viewers to spot the dark outcropping of the metal piercing which ran through Layla's already swollen clit.

"Aha, here we are."

Tamsin's voice echoed round the room from somewhere off camera, and a few seconds later she returned into the picture. In her left wing, she clutched a rather large and powerful looking tool. A hitachi wand, which she promptly flicked into life and held up for all to see, showing off that it was already set to maximum power.

"So many people think BDSM is about denial and pain. Those are parts of it, yes. But they aren't necessary. You can create beautiful agony in so many ways beyond simple discomfort or removal of sensation. For example... _over_stimulation. Layla loves it when you circle a vibe around her clit. Maybe brushing it occasionally. But... especially since she got her piercing, direct contact is just too much for her. Touch a toy to the clit itself, or to the piercing, and... well, see for yourselves."

With a gleeful smile curling up the skin at either side of her beak, the lorakeet wasted no time in bringing the powerful massager to bear against the fabric of Layla's panties, directly over her clit and its piercing. The response was instantaneous and gloriously volatile. A muffled but still obviously anguished wail of pleasure erupted from the gagged gecko, and the base of her panties were rapidly soaked through by a powerful burst of ejaculatory juices. Whether she was actually cumming or just reacting that intensely to the painfully intense pleasure was known only to Layla, but given the thrashing and straining in her airborne restraints, her screams and squeals, and that wetness now dripping visibly through her swiftly soaked undergarments it certainly looked like the result of a spontaneous and cataclysmic climax.

"It's also important to maintain a firm rule structure in BDSM play, particularly if you're in the role of dom."

Tamsin spoke over the hum of the toy and the screeching cries of her lover, her own cheeks flushed beneath her feathers as the sounds of Layla's forced euphoria began to get her decidedly aroused too.

"For example, Layla knows she's not supposed to make a mess of her clothes. Honestly, the amount of panties we go through because of her getting wet when she's horny, a laundromat could live off the profits of our custom alone. So... we have a rule. For every pair of panties she soaks in a day, she gets five spanks."

Still holding the vibrator to Layla's clit, the gecko's cries now having turned to high pitched, keening whimpers; almost certainly mindless pleas for mercy and relief, Tamsin reached down and tugged the end of the enema nozzle free from her lover's ass. Another small gush of fluids from those still trapped inside the lizard made certain that there was barely a scrap of dry fabric left upon her panties. Tamsin rolled her eyes, dropping the nozzle to the ground before bringing the flat palm of her hand gently to rest against the soaking wet fabric wrapped around her lover's ass.

Each spank was delivered full force, with no restraint given and not even a brief respite from the vibrator's punishing ferocity. With every impact of Tamsin's wing against Layla's ass, the gecko's whole body convulsed wildly where it hung, and the flood of fluids now soaking freely through her panties intensfied. By the third contact between feathered hand and rear, Layla's tail was thumping wildly against the ground. By the forth, she was wailing so loudly it almost didn't matter that she was gagged. And by the time the fifth and final spanking landed, Layla's whole body had gone limp and silent.

Tamsin withdrew her hand, and glanced up the length of her lover's body. She giggled, smirking towards the camera.

"Well folks, it looks like Layla has... uh, decided to take a quick, impromptu nap. That means now, it's my turn to get off."

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It took only a short while for Tamsin to re-position the camera and lighting rig so that now her viewers could see the upper half of Layla's suspended, currently slumbering body. Even in her near unconscious daze, there was a goofy smile plastered across the gecko's face, visible as Tamsin removed her gag and wiped some of the drool off her chin.

As Tamsin waited for Layla to recover, she amused the crowd beyond the camera with her own preparations. The lorakeet's bright tailfeathers tilted skyward, lifting the back of her skirt to reveal a complete lack of underwear. She knelt down by the side of her fatigued, pleasure drained lover and one by one lubricated a pair of bullet vibrators, inserting one anally with a soft grunt of pleasure, and the other into her own wet, willing pussy. In one smooth motion she flicked the controls of both vibrators up to maximum power, and cooed happily as waves of stimulation surged through her.

"I-it's important that all parties in a BDSM session e-enjoy themselves."

The lorakeet's voice trembled as she addressed the camera, but she didn't let her own pleasure distract her from the matter at hand. With a surprisingly firm touch Tamsin grasped the front of the lizard's cotton wife-beater, and tugged until the material gave way and began to rip. Within twenty or thirty seconds, the gecko's chest was exposed. Tamsin's beak leaned down towards the smooth scales, rising to twin peaks which made up for what they lacked in overall size with their sheer perkiness. Like her clitoris, Layla's nipples were also pierced, and the tip of her lover's bill tugged and tweaked at the small metal bars between her comments to the viewers.

"If you're gonna be rough with your sub, remind them between sessions that you still care for them. That you're here for support as well as to be their dom."

It was during the teasing of her nipples that Layla began to stir and return to consciousness, moaning in undeniable pleasure at the sensation of her piercings being tugged upon. Her vocalisations drew Tamsin's attention, and the two women made eye contact. They both smiled warmly at one another, eyes glassy with pleasure.

"I love you, Layla."

The lorakeet whispered softly to her mate, and her feathers fluffed up with pride as Layla responded in kind.

"L-love you too, Tammy."

Soon after her sanity was restored, the gecko's eyes wandered towards her lover's lower body and the two sets of wires protruding from beneath her skirt. She saw Tamsin squirming and shuddering, and let slip a happy, knowing moan of delight.

"Does it... does it feel good?"

Tamsin chirped happily, nodding and leaning forward for a moment, shamelessly showing off her glistening, dripping pussy and rhythmically clenching asshole to the camera.

"It does. So good. But... I'll bet you're glad to have a break, right? I'll bet you're still exhausted and sore from that first round?"

Layla nodded, but her scaled cheeks were bright red, and after just a short silence she guiltily confessed not only to Tamsin, but to the camera too.

"Yeah. B-but... but I'm still horny."

A gleeful shudder ran down Tamsin's spine as she heard her lover's admission. She wasn't shocked, the amount of aphrodisiac in Layla's enema had after all been enough for three or four warm blooded women of the gecko's lean stature. To actually hear Layla say it though, and to know that her needy comments were being broadcast for countless other horny viewers to hear, was beyond thrilling.

"You want to cum again, Layla?"

Reaching between her legs, Tamsin began to flick the feathered fingers of one hand across her clit; a sure-fire way to send herself careering into rapture in record time. She chirped and squirmed in glee as the gecko nodded.

"T-tell me... tell everyone how you want me to do it? How I should make you cum. My fingers? My tongue? One of our toys, maybe?"

Layla's face burned brightly as she watched Tamsin getting off. Her suspended body writhed and wriggled, desperate for its own satisfaction. She was almost too horny to speak. Too horny to think.

"I... I want..."

Tamsin threw back her head, her own orgasm crashing over her and cutting off Layla's plea mid-flow. She flung herself forward, presenting her rear to the camera once more, and reached a trembling hand between her leg to tug out the vibrator working at her pussy. It flew free alongside a spray of juices and a wild squawk of bliss from the avian female, while the bullet humming in Tamsin's rear continued its work as she shivered and squirmed in delight.

It was only after her climax, still breathing heavily and weaving slightly from side to side as she knelt upright once more, that Tamsin returned her attention to her bound and helpless lover.

"S-sorry, what were you saying, Layla?"

The gecko stared at her lover in tormented anguish, clearly out of her mind with desire now that she'd seen her lover lose control in such a way. She opened her mouth and practically begged the lorakeet, arching her back and thrusting her soaking wet underwear clad crotch against thin air.

"I want... I want the same again. But, m-more. I want you to spank me. To jackhammer my clit. D-do all of it. Do anything, a-and please, don't stop, no matter what I say."

Tamsin's eyes sparkled with delight, and without a word of response to her lover, turned to face the camera.

"You see? This is BDSM. This is how it should be. Torture, yes. Unbearable sensation, of course. But never without consent. Never without enjoyment. They should love the pain. Relish the blissful agony. They should long for your punishments, and dread the times when you tell them you're going to give them exactly what they crave."

Running her tongue around the edge of her beak's upper and lower halves, Tamsin shakily rose to her feet. With the cord of the bullet vibe still buried in her ass trailing along behind her, she moved around so she could kneel between her lover's legs, almost out of the camera's vision. All that could be seen of her was a pair of arms, one gently rubbing at a portion of Layla's smooth scaled inner thigh, and the other picking up the hitachi wand once more.

Tamsin's voice rang out, addressing the camera once more.

"Last time, you got to see what happened down here when I took Layla all the way. This time, you get to see the look on her face. You get to hear her screams without restraint, and listen as she goes from begging me to stop, to begging me to keep going, to not being able to beg any more."

The massager hummed into life once more, and just before she placed it back against the sodden crotch of Layla's panties, Tamsin called out fondly to their audience.

"Enjoy the show."

A split-second later Layla's eyes bulged anew, and the gecko began to shriek in unbearable ecstasy once more.

By Jeeves