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It wasn't often that she enjoyed switching her normal role up -- Mina usually dommed. Perhaps it was simply her large body, or the fact that her physical prowess and massive cock made it easy for her to do; whatever the reason, it was in her personality and a part of who she was.

That was why it was so odd when Ginger was around -- the shemale was completely different from the others. The mouse was small in stature, but what she lacked in height she made up for in presence and personality... and there was nothing more that the minotaur loved than to let go of all of the control that she held so tightly to her chest and simply enjoy the sensation of being dommed instead of being the dominant one for once.

The fact that Ginger was so much shorter than her may have had something to do with it -- the fact that the mouse made her entire body burn, made her feel alive? Well, that might have had something to do with it, too. Whatever the reason, the days when she knew that Ginger was going to come over were some of the days that Mina looked forward to best.

This was one of those days, and she was splayed and ready in her bed, knowing full well that Ginger had a key to her house; she wouldn't have to invite the mouse in... the girl would simply come of her own volition, as though she had all the rights in the world to, and as though she belonged there. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and she was prepared for it -- being a pet was something that she was so used to catering to, and such a treat when she was the one who was actually getting to participate in the action of it. That was why she was nude on her bed, knelt and waiting for Ginger to arrive.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Mina's head turned quickly to the sound of her bedroom door opening. The minotaur soaked up the sight of the woman who stood in the doorway; she barely hit five feet, one inch -- she was over seven feet tall, and when they were standing up together, Mina was forced to look down at the lithe little mouse with long black hair.

Still, there was no better sight. Her dark eyes were burning, and there was already a wicked smile curved on her full lips -- it was clear that Ginger had been just as anxious as Mina was... and she knew that there was going to be no talking, no casual chat or catch up. There was just going to be them beginning... and sure enough, Ginger held a length of silken rope between her delicate fingers, and there was no hesitation in her motion as she made her way to the bed and held it up in front of her pet.

"Come here." Her voice was a soft demand; the sensuality that dripped from it was enough to make Mina's cock give a small jerk of anticipation. She spilled forward obediently, and Ginger wasted no time in beginning the somewhat laborious task of tying her up. She didn't do anything as crude as simple knots -- she'd practiced and perfected the art of shibari, and wrapping the minotaur up was an art form unto itself. Ginger was delicate about it, and she made sure that the ropes didn't crisscross over the scars that littered along Mina's frame -- she wanted full access to those, after all.

It was only the fact that they'd done this so often that made the process go by quickly at all, and after a few careful minutes of winding and knotting, the mouse had completely bound the minotaur with looping lengths of red silken rope that stood out stark and gorgeous against her skin. Tying her this way gave the mouse leverage and power over the larger woman that she physically couldn't have had otherwise, and with a small grin she crawled between Mina's legs and put two fingers against her exposed chest.

"That's better. Now, lay down." She pushed her back -- with the way that she was tied, her arms behind her back and her entire body arched, she didn't have the ability to stop her frame from falling against the sheets; it wasn't like she would have tried to anyway. Mina was already squirming, aching and ready for whatever her lover had in store; she knew that it wasn't going to simply be sex... it never was. That would have been dull, after all, and she wouldn't have allowed Ginger to have such strength and power over her if it was anything so blase as that. Instead, she watched as the mouse crawled up her body, straddling her strong torso.

"I love looking at you, pet." Ginger's voice was soft, full of reverence and lust that made Mina's body clench in need. Still, the mouse knew what she was doing -- turning on the minotaur was half of the fun, after all. She leaned in, and let the warmth of her breath play along the length of Mina's skin for a few moments. Only when the woman beneath her was squirming and twitching just from the feel of that soft, wet heat did she lean in. Her pink tongue darted out, playing along, stroking line against one of the many scars that she'd left exposed. It was slick and stood up against her tongue, and she bit back a groan at the sensation of it playing in her mouth. She loved Mina's scars -- they were sexy and made her stomach curl and burn in ways that shook her to the core. It was truly the mutual attraction between the two of them that helped their relationship to work as well as it did.

Ginger continued with her slow assault of Mina's senses, raising her head long enough to breathe a tease along her skin before lowering her mouth again; she took her time, allowing her mouth to pay tribute to each and every scar that the minotaur had, until the shemale beneath her was trembling with need and desire, and the mouse was having just a bit of trouble keeping her focus from her own wants and needs. Finally, she drew back, sitting on her heels to admire the fact that Mina's body was glistening from little streaks and strokes of her saliva between the burst of crimson provided by the rope.

"Mmm... that's even better." Ginger murmured the words out, and then leaned in close to the minotaur again, so that her breath played against Mina's cock this time. The minotaur bucked her hips up, her eyes wide and the rope in her mouth preventing her from voicing exactly how much she wanted the mouse to touch her -- that was part of the fun though, knowing that Mina would beg if she could... knowing that she would be whimpering and whining for it. Ginger, instead, took her time, running her mouth so that her lips barely kissed along the massive length that spilled from between her lover's legs -- she flicked her tongue out, licking a quick wet line along the already salty slit at the tip of that girth, and then leaned back again. "Mmm... You seem eager, don't you?" Ginger leaned in, nuzzling the throbbing shaft in front of her for a moment before lowering her head so she could instead bury her face against the warmth of Mina's enormous, squishy balls that rested with the rope looped around their base to pull them taut without cutting them off from the sensation.

Ginger let her face slowly work back and forth across that warmth, all the while bringing her fingers up to play and tease at the massive erection above them, which was throbbing all the more for the way that the mouse was taunting Mina. She bucked and writhed her body again, but the ropes in tandem with her lover's position were more than enough to make her powerless to gain any kind of real traction over the situation.

It was clear that the mouse knew exactly what she was doing -- she would play her face against Mina's squishy, warm balls, raise her head up and run her lips along the base of the minotaur's cock... but as soon as it seemed like the larger of the two was coming close to orgasm, she would sit back on her heels for a few moments, until Mina was panting, but in control of her orgasm once more... and only then would she return to her salacious assault on the female's body. She kept it up until Mina was covered in a gentle sheen of sweat, and until her breath was coming in such rapid gasps that her large breasts were jiggling and bouncing, even within the confines of their rope-restraints.

Finally, the mouse lifted her head, laying it down beside Mina's prick and looking up along the length of her body with a coy smile. "Have you had enough?"

Mina's head quickly nodded -- yes, she needed release. More than anything that she could think of, she needed release. Her head was spinning with it, her entire body burning in one long line of heat that spilled up from her crotch and shot through her nerves like a wildfire that wouldn't be put out. There was only one way to overcome the flames -- release.

She needed release.

"What was that, pet?" Ginger's grin grew wider, her full lips curving in the most devilish of smirks. "I can't hear you. Are you not finished being teased?" And the mouse made to turn back to Mina's prick. The minotaur squealed, loud enough that she could be heard even through the gag on her mouth -- loud enough that, even though you couldn't make it what words were being said, it was clear that she was begging for Ginger to have mercy on her, to let her have release before she melted from the heat pulsing and pouring through her in steady waves that were getting stronger and threatening to drown out any common sense that she might have had.

"Oh, of course. I hear you now, pet." Ginger sat back on her heels again, and actually reached over into a small, black bag that she'd brought into the room with her. She rifled around for a moment before producing a large, foiled package -- Mina knew exactly what it was, and she let out a low, whimpering moan as Ginger unwrapped the condom's foil and then slipped it over her aching, throbbing head. She groaned again as the mouse wrapped both of her hands around her cock and started to pump in full this time; there was no teasing to the way that she touched her... there was hard, sure strokes and determination.

It didn't take long after all of the edging for Mina to feel the orgasm burning up inside of her and threatening to spill it. It was proof of how often this had happened that she managed to hold out for even a few minutes before her body arched forward and she felt herself explode -- cum shot from her tip, caught by the head of the condom until it bulbed slightly from the mass quantity of liquid filling it; she didn't notice though. The pleasure was rocking through her, spilling starbursts behind her eyes and making everything inside of her quiver and quake, until her shouts and moans were so loud that even the ropes couldn't muffle them. Her body bucked, rocked, and Ginger milked her for all that she was worth, until each and every last drop of the sweet, sticky fluids filled the condom.

It was only after she was finished and fell back onto the bed, panting, laboring to breathe, that Ginger pulled the rubber carefully from her length, not spilling a drop of spunk as she did so, and then crawled up along Mina's body until she was straddling her chest, and her own smaller prick rested between her thick breasts.

"That was a lot of work, wasn't it? Here, you look thirsty." She pulled the rope from Mina's mouth, but didn't give the woman time to breathe -- instead, she upended the condom over those parted lips, forcing the minotaur to drink her own cum, which she lapped and gulped down obediently.

Only once the condom was empty and Mina's lips were smeared with jizz did Ginger finally find herself unable to hold back. She thrust her hips forward and started to hump hard and fast at the bulbous mounds that were her lover's tits. They were warm, slightly harder than usual because of their tied state... and it felt so good to rut against them that she knew it wouldn't take her long to find her pleasure. Mina's mouth was finally free, and she let out another moan of pleasure at the sight of the small mouse fucking at her breasts.

"God, you're so sexy." She murmured the words out, and Ginger simply smiled, tossed her head so that her glossy black hair tickled at Mina's torso, and continued to thrust and work the head of her prick to the tops of Mina's breasts, until the minotaur could see cum glistening at the edge, could see the way that the mouse's chest was rising and falling fast and faster still... until she cried out, too, and cum flew from her slitted tip and spattered Mina in the face, soaking her full lips, her chin, her cheeks, streaking in her hair and marking her with wet strings of spilled passion.

Ginger rode her orgasm hard, her eyes shut tight, her nails digging into Mina's flesh until the last vestiges of her pleasure finally flew from her body and she allowed herself to slide down along the length of the minotaur's body and snuggle against her full, cum-slicked breasts. They were both panting, gasping, and both achingly fulfilled and burning with the knowledge that soon, they would be ready for round two.