Part 1
Heart pounding in her chest, lungs burning from the strain and sweat soaking every inch of her richly tanned skin, Talia Devroux kept her eyes locked forward on some distant point only she could see, the dulcet tones of jazz music from the ear buds she was wearing only slightly louder than the sound of blood pumping in her ears as the treadmill beneath her surged, long legs eating up distance with each stride. There was a rhythm to running the perfect mile, intangible and almost imperceptible but no less real for all of that. The shock of each footstep hitting the ground reverberating through the soles of her shoes, hitting the belt at just the right angle to roll her feet from heel to toe, the muscles in her calves and thighs rippling in a steady cadence as she pushed herself forward with just enough force to keep pace with the machine, all while her arms pumped at her sides, each stroke making sculpted shoulders framed perfectly by the sports bra clinging to her chest roll back and forth.
It was second nature at this point, a habit ingrained by long years of practice and training and effort. Adrenaline surged in her veins like a drug, the sizzle of endorphins pulsing through her body transforming the burn of hard physical effort into something almost ecstatic as she gave herself over to that rhythm without thought or hesitation. Then again perhaps that should not have been such a surprise. She had always been a very physical person, proud of her body and eager to push herself further and further until she had honed herself like a knife, lean limbs and flat stomach, to say nothing of an ass so firm you could bounce a quarter off of it, proof positive of all the work she had done and all the effort she had put in. More than that though she had always found a real sense of accomplishment in exercise, each day she was able to run a little faster or lift a little further, a victory that went beyond her performance on the field or keeping herself in shape.
Perhaps some might find it silly, but for the pale-eyed girl there was something almost profound in those little moments of triumph over herself. Then again if her mother was to be believed her competitive spirit and athletic streak had been practically inevitable. For as long as she could remember Talia had felt an almost indescribably urge within herself, a need to move, to do something, anything to burn away the seemingly endless well of energy in her core. Not hyperactivity, not exactly, she was more than content to stay still when she had to and enjoyed a good book or a movie as much as the next girl, but in her world action had always been more satisfying than inaction. Perhaps that was why soccer has been such a natural fit. Then again, even as that truth echoed in the back of her mind some part of the pale-eyed girl could not help but wonder just what it said about her that of late being restrained, being forced to stay still, had rapidly become one of her favorite pastimes?
Feeling a rush of heat that had nothing to do with physical exertion suddenly blooming across her cheeks, Talia instinctively bit her lip but refused to break stride as she finished out the second mile, studiously ignoring the way suddenly hard nipples stood out proudly through the thin material of her bra to show off the studs pierced through them, until the treadmill at last began to slow and she found herself dropping into a more leisurely pace as she began her cool down. The almost chilly gym air caressing her heated skin, the pale-eyed girl felt the familiar strain on her muscles begin to ease and after only a few moments she allowed herself to finally slow to a halt. Panting softly, the athletic figure instinctively reached out to grab the hand bars at her side, arms tensing as she took the weight off of her legs and spared a moment to catch her breath and allow the soft trembling in her limbs to fade.
Grabbing her water bottle she threw her head back to drink greedily, the icy liquid sweeter than any wine as it slid down her throat and seemed to spread through her chest like a cool wave. In truth she could have gone further, another mile or perhaps two if she had been feeling particularly ambitious, but at the end of the day she had little interest in pushing herself that hard, not today at any rate. Rather she simply wanted to get one more good workout in before spring break officially began, to revel in that satisfying burn one last time before everything else kicked off.
Grinning almost despite herself at that thought, Talia let out a satisfied sigh as she finished off the last of the water and climbed down off of the treadmill to grab her duffle bag before running a hand through sweat-soaked hair and patting her face dry with a towel. Most of the student body had already departed for greener pastures once classes had ended for the day, with only a few holdouts like herself finishing up final projects or waiting for a ride, but as she wandered across the mostly abandoned gymnasium toward one of the many weight machines set in a row like silent sentinels and adjusted the load carefully before sitting down, she could not help but wonder just how many of them had plans like hers?
Easily falling into a new rhythm, working her shoulders and arms at a steady pace less intended to build muscle than to simply maintain what she already had, the pale-eyed girl supposed it was possible. The beach might be the most cliché of all spring break destinations, but between her teammates and gossip overheard in the quad she knew that quite a few people were looking forward to more… romantic getaways with their boyfriends or girlfriends. In that regard she supposed she was no different really, but even then she doubted that many were planning anything as remotely kinky as all the things she hoped her mistress would do to her over the next week.
For the second time in what felt like as many minutes a surge of arousal bloomed in Talia’s core, heat suffusing her already flushed skin and intensifying the blush just barely visible on her dusky cheeks. In a way being with Elise was like a dream come true, a fantasy she had long cherished but never dared to imagine might actually come to pass, but truth really was stranger than fiction and here she was. Even now, months after the fact, it was hard to believe that any of it was real, and yet at the same time the pale-eyed girl knew that she would never be able to forget all that had happened even if she had wanted to. The unexpected text from her mother and the nervous waiting that had followed while her mind conjured up any number of ruinous scenarios, the older woman’s unusual reticence when they finally did get a chance to talk face to face, followed by the absolute bombshell of a revelation that had followed. That not only was Claire dating again, but that she was unknowingly sleeping with the girl of her daughter’s dreams.
To be perfectly honest Talia was not particularly proud of her reaction, even if much of what had followed was a blur. The anger, the despair, the ugly jealousy that had welled up inside of her like poison until she had lashed out with all the hurt in her heart only to then flee the scene in tears. Any yet… and yet, for all that some part of her had feared that she’d ruined everything the pair had still followed her, comforted her, held her tight as she’d unburdened herself. It had only been in the aftermath of that little breakdown that the pale-eyed girl had truly understood the weight of everything she had been carrying. As much as it had hurt, as much as she’d felt hollowed out after revealing what had seemed like her darkest secrets for judgment, it had been cleansing as well. A chance to finally confess her feelings, her cowardice, her fears, to finally let go of everything she had been holding tight to her chest until the pain of that burden had become second nature.
Of course, even if she’d felt lighter than she had in years in the aftermath of her breakdown, a certain melancholy had lingered in the air as well. In that moment she’d sworn to herself that she would be happy for her mother, heavens knew the woman deserved it for all the sacrifices she’d made, but at the same time she’d felt like the last lingering hope that somehow, someway she could have Elise as her own as she’d always dreamed and fantasized about was well and truly gone.
Oh how little she’d understood for in the same breath that she’d confessed her love for Claire, the pale brunette had gently taken her hands and offered her everything she had ever wanted and more besides. She had accepted of course, had not even hesitated in fact, but it was only after the initial elation had worn off that Talia had given any thought to what it really meant to essentially share her mother’s girlfriend. It should have been awkward at best, uncomfortable or even disastrous at worst, but in defiance of all expectations they had made it work somehow and instinctively fallen into a pattern that felt almost natural instead.
Perhaps it was a result of the pale-eyed girl’s naturally submissive nature, a nature that she certainly shared with her mother, or perhaps it was a testament to Elise’s ability to manage her slaves, or perhaps it was simply a byproduct of the very close and very open relationship that she and Claire had always enjoyed but whatever the case she could no longer imagine living any other way. At times she still wondered just what that said about her, about the both of them, that being bound and gagged and teased and tormented while her mother was forced to watch (or vice versa) turned her on so much, but at the end of the day Talia found that could not bring herself to care.
She was who she was and, slowly but surely, she had discovered she was no longer embarrassed by that fact.
Biting her lip as a familiar tension coiled in her core, the memory of pleasures long past but never forgotten brushing against her nether lips like ghostly fingers, Talia let out a sigh and allowed the weights to clatter back down with a dull crash. Somewhere along that little trip down memory lane she’d lost track of her reps, but if the pleasant burn tingling in her muscles was any indication she’d probably done quite a few already. Letting go of the bar overhead and leaning back against the machine’s padded seat, the girl closed her eyes and let out another quiet sigh as an almost rueful smile curled pierced lips. Despite her earlier focus it was clear that she’d grown far too distracted, and far too excited by the prospect of seeing her mistress again and spending a whole week wrapped up in her not so tender embrace, to continue her routine. Then again, given the slight but pulsing fatigue she could feel in her limbs underlined by the strange burst of energy that a good workout always seemed to leave in its wake she supposed that she’d probably done enough. For now anyway.
Shaking her head, Talia pulled the buds from her ears and tossed her towel over her shoulders to loop behind her neck before pushing herself back up onto her feet and taking hold of the duffle bag in one smooth motion. Really feeling the chill in the air now as sweat began to cool on her caramel colored skin, the pale-eyed girl silently wove her way through the rows of largely abandoned machines. Every so often she spotted another gym rat like herself out of the corner of her eye pumping away on an exercise bike or putting an elliptical through its paces but by and large she ignored those fellow enthusiasts, at best offering a polite nod to the few faces she recognized before heading into the locker room. She could hear the showers running in the distance and spotted a few bags scattered about on the low wooden benches but for the most part it seemed as if she had the place to herself.
Tossing her own bag down onto a conveniently empty spot, Talia kicked off her running shoes before stripping down without hesitation, shucking the now sodden sports bra clinging to her chest to free her modest but shapely bust and practically peeling skintight shorts from her hips to reveal the invitingly tight curves of her ass. Almost smiling at that thought, and utterly heedless of her own nudity, the athletic girl quickly stuffed her now discarded clothes into the bag along with her gym towel before retrieving a smaller, waterproof bag stuffed to the brim with soap and shampoo and other supplies. So equipped, the pale-eyed girl nodded once to herself before padding across the cool tile floor to enter the large walk-in shower facility tucked away behind row after row of lockers.
As soon as she crossed the threshold it was like some sort of invisible barrier had been pierced, a veritable wave of hot and humid air washing over her now clammy skin with a gentle and soothing touch. Smiling softly at that subtle yet achingly pleasurable sensation, the kinks in her muscles already loosening in anticipation of what was to come, Talia spared a brief glance at the few other girls she could see occupying the blindingly white-tiled space but paid them little mind as they finished washing. Instead she strode over to one of the many unoccupied shower heads and hung her bag up on a conveniently placed hook before turning the water on full blast.
Thankfully it took no more than a few seconds before the temperature rose to an acceptable level, one of the many things she loved about the campus’s facilities was the water pressure after all, and once it had the pale-eyed girl stepped under the spray without hesitation. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than a good workout, gymnastics in the bedroom not withstanding, it was a good shower afterwords, every fiber of her being un-clenching all at once as warmth suffused her flesh and chased away all the little aches and pains that she hadn’t even been aware, leaving nothing in their wake but the subtle euphoria of physical exertion and that lingering sense of accomplishment.
And yet, even as she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation for a long moment, the athletic girl found her thoughts far too jumbled to relax properly. A very different kind of heat still simmered beneath her skin, pulsing in time with her heart in a way that the deceptively gentle caress of the water only seemed to exacerbate. Unbidden memories of other showers welled up inside of her, memories of standing with her hands tied over her head and sometimes blindfolded as well while a body as lean as a blade despite its curves molded itself against her back, deceptively strong arms holding her tight while gentle hands traced nonsense patterns on her skin. Hands that always knew just were to touch to put her on edge but would never let her crest that peak.
Not until she had earned it.
It took every ounce of willpower that the girl possessed to avoid moaning out loud like a bitch in heat, her eyes clenched tight and her lower lip pressed hard between ivory teeth as she trembled against the assault of those phantom fingers. In fact only the knowledge that she was not alone kept her from touching herself right then and there and finally relieving the tension that had been building steadily in her loins all day, though truth be told Talia could admit that in some ways knowing that she was being watched only made it better. Thankfully she was able to pull her hands away at the last minute as her fingers began to draw down the plains of her flat stomach, but it was a very near thing.
Shaking her head again and eager for some sort of distraction from how incredibly horny she was all of a sudden, the pale-eyed girl grabbed a small bottle of body wash from her pack and began to scrub her skin with perhaps a bit more force than was necessary, the soap’s strangely pleasant but odd sharp chemical tang washing over her and helping to clear her head with its familiarity. It was honestly embarrassing just how out of sorts she felt as her self-control was usually far better than this, but the more she thought about it the more she supposed it made sense. She’d been looking forward to today, or tonight more precisely, for what felt like months now, the anticipation building and building and building until it felt as if her entire body was pulled as taut as piano wire, until even the barest of touches would set her off. She’d hoped that a good bout of exercise would help burn away some of that energy, and perhaps it had, but as the mental countdown she’d been keeping entered its final hours everything only seemed to grow more intense until it felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff and even the tiniest of movements would send her plummeting.
By luck or by unconscious design the girl’s fingers slipped between her legs then, freshly waxed skin as smooth as silk beneath her touch, and Talia clamped down hard on her lower lip again when her pussy clenched tight and a shudder wracked her athletic frame. Then again maybe her mistress had been right and she really did need to be kept in a chastity belt when the older girl was not around to control her. A thought that was not entirely unpleasant, her core trembling as her mind conjured up images of the stainless steel g-string her mother was occasionally forced to endure when she misbehaved and the look of excited desperation that colored the redhead’s features in those moments.
Blushing again, though thankfully the hot water pouring over her disguised that fact, Talia withdrew her fingers as if burned and turned her attention to the far safer task of washing her hair. A chore made somewhat more complicated by her loose dreadlocks but one that she was also intimately familiar with at this point. Besides she really did need to focus, but it was so hard. As absolutely wonderful as being with Elise was, and as incredible as it had been to truly explore her desires and her limits in a way she had never before dreamed possible, the pale-eyed girl could admit to having one regret. Between school and sports and her mistress’s own job, to say nothing of the pale brunette having to split her attention between her two slaves on those rare occasions when they were all together, at times it felt as if she barely got a chance to see her girlfriend, contenting herself with weekends and holidays and the regular text messages they exchanged.
In a way it was fun, those absences making the heart grow fonder as it were and certainly making the few meetings they did enjoy all the more intense, but while it was not jealousy, not exactly anyway, there were moments when she could not help but be envious of her mother and the fact that the older woman got to spend every night wrapped up in Elise’s not so tender embrace. After all, as fun and as secretly thrilling as it was to get a teasing message before bed or a risque selfie in the middle of class, it just wasn’t enough. That was one of the reasons why she had been so looking forward to spring break after all, the thought of spending seven uninterrupted days at her mistress’s complete and utter mercy enough to keep her warm on even the coolest of nights, and severely cut into her supply of batteries.
A fresh blush accompanied that thought and Talia felt an almost impish smile curl her lips. Maybe she really did need that chastity belt. Chuckling under her breath even as she finished washing, the athletic girl ducked her head under the water to rinse her hair before finally turning the shower off. Realizing at this point that her impromptu audience had already departed, and idly wondering just how long she had spent showering, the girl eventually shrugged and made her way back into the locker room. Finding it equally deserted she carefully padded over to where her duffle bag sat waiting for her and set her shower kit aside before retrieving a delightfully fluffy towel to carefully dry off her skin and pat the excess moisture from her hair.
Finished with that task quickly enough, she balled the towel up and tossed it aside in order to begin getting dressed. Eschewing anything fancy today, the pale-eyed girl casually slipped into a pair of plain white underwear followed by a matching bra, the soft material pleasant against her heated skin but otherwise unremarkable. After all, if things went according to plan she wouldn’t be wearing them for long. Blushing again she followed that up with a simple faded pair of jeans that clung to her curves and a dark gray hoodie with the college’s logo emblazoned on the left breast. Zipping up the shirt and stepping into a pair of sandals to finish things off, Talia spared a moment to pack everything away again before shouldering the duffle bag running a hand through her still slightly damp hair.
Rather than leave right away the athletic girl began to make her way deeper into the locker room, passing a few people here and there in the process of getting dressed themselves, but again she ignored them and rounded a corner to make her way into a little bathroom that sat not too far from the showers themselves. Wiping the fog from the mirror, the athletic girl leaned in close to study her reflection, smiling thinly at her somewhat bedraggled appearance. Easing her bag down onto the cheap Formica counter top, she pulled out a little handheld blow dryer and spared a few moments to drive the last of the water out of her hair and used a combination of a very loose toothed comb and her fingers to tame her locks into the swept back style she preferred, her mane flowing just past her shoulders like a dark wave. She opted not to bother with any makeup, save for a bit of moisturizer, as much like fancy clothes or sexy lingerie she figured she wouldn’t be wearing it for long enough to matter and it would just get in the way besides.
However, there was one finishing touch that was absolutely necessary. Tucked away beneath her discarded gym clothes was her collar. It was a simple thing really, little more than a narrow band of red leather and, unlike the far more ornate collar that her mother wore, this one was completely free of tooling or other ornamentation. Rather it was the kind of thing that could easily pass as a choker, the kind of thing that hundreds of other girls wore every day as a fashion choice, the kind of thing that passed without comment when she wore it to class, but as she held it with almost shaky fingers Talia still felt the tiniest of blushes color her cheeks and a thin smile curl her pierced lips. No matter how simple it was or how plain it looked the collar had been a gift from her mistress, a symbol of all that they now shared and all that they had promised to each other, proof positive that she truly belonged to the older girl in every way that mattered. Idly wetting her lips, the pale-eyed girl unconsciously took a breath and fastened the collar around her throat almost reverently, twisting the leather in place to make certain that the chrome buckle and matching ring were properly and prominently displayed at the front. Flashing a very different sort of smile at her reflection, Talia felt a curious sense of elation well up in her chest at the sight of herself collared and claimed. A feeling that gripped her heart every time she saw herself like this, and one that she hoped would never fade no matter how long she lived.
Shaking her head and realizing that she was already running very late, the pale-eyed girl quickly shoved everything back into the duffle bag one last time and shouldered it again before striding out of the locker room with her head held high. If the gym had felt empty before it was positively deserted now as she made her way outside, the sun starting to hang low in the sky as afternoon faded into early evening and a pleasantly cool breeze struck her in the face as she stepped foot on the quad.
Hunching her shoulders ever so slightly as if bracing herself, the athletic girl made her way way along the tangled snarl of sidewalks, weaving her way through thin but still noticeable crowds as she passed numerous planters and small clusters of trees just beginning to come back to life now that the weather had finally turned. Thankfully, unlike most of the dorms that were positioned at the far end of campus, her building was far more centrally located less than a five minute walk from the sports center, which had proven especially convenient given the amount of time she spent there. It also offered a remarkably scenic view. Most of the university’s core buildings were fairly uniform in appearance, brick and mortar and stone with the sort of elegant architectural flourishes that spoke of an older, more elegant time. The ring beyond that, however, was far more eccentric in its construction. A mishmash of styles ranged from almost brutal industrial, all exposed pipes and painted girders, to ultra-modern towers of glass and steel. More than a few had complained about that, quite vocally in fact, decrying the entire thing as a mismatched mess that destroyed the campus’s aesthetic, but truth be told Talia had always thought it was a little charming. A fascinating snapshot of different eras and styles and priorities all lined up in a row, a welcome change of pace from the bland, institutional conformity that so many places seemed utterly obsessed with. Then again, as more than a few people had pointed out over the years, her own style could perhaps best be described as charmingly eclectic itself.
Grin turning a touch impish, the pale-eyed girl quickly circled the corner and dashed across one of the many narrow streets that spiraled through the outer campus to find herself face to face with her dorm at last. While hardly the tallest of buildings it still seemed to loom over her, a long yet somehow squat stretch of pebbled concrete and glass made up of two wings set together at a slight angle while a circle driveway arched up through the meticulously kept grass to meet the main entrance of the lobby. Some part of her still thought it looked like a hotel to be perfectly honest, which was perhaps not inappropriate all things considered, but in the end as she walked up the concourse and flashed her student ID to gain entry Talia supposed it didn’t really matter.
Ignoring the rather bored looking volunteer manning the front counter, who seemed far more interested in their phone than in keeping an eye on the entryway, she turned on heel and made her way toward the east wing. For a moment she contemplated taking the elevators but just as quickly changed her mind. A little more exercise wouldn’t hurt and it was only a four story climb. Pushing past a colorfully painted steel door into an echoing stairwell made of plain white cinder blocks harshly lit by fluorescent lights, the athletic girl rushed up the steps two at a time in her excitement, the faint burn in her legs making itself known once again but she ignored that easily enough. Instead she picked up her pace and practically hopped up onto the fourth floor landing before casually opening an identically painted door with a bump of her shoulder to reveal a long, narrow hallway. Stepping out onto a familiar vinyl tiled floor, the pale-eyed girl squared her shoulders and slipped past the nearby laundry room and kitchenette to begin making her way down the corridor, her footsteps echoing off the pale white walls as she passed row after row of nearly identical doors set into the outer wall, each one marked by a small number.
Having lived here for over a year now, Talia barely even needed to check to know that her room was coming up and instinctively reached into her pocket to retrieve her keys as number 11 came into view. Walking up to the dull, orange-brown painted slab the pale-eyed girl unlocked it without pause, the aged mechanism offering just a touch of resistance before the tumblers finally caught and an almost shockingly loud sound seemed to echo down the mostly deserted corridor. Hinges opening without a sound in sharp contrast, she walked over the threshold to find herself in an almost remarkably tiny room, smaller even than her bedroom at home despite the fact that it had been intended for two occupants. The same vinyl tile ran inside, though the walls were painted in a somewhat less glaring off-white, while a pair of little closets sat on either side of the entryway, the ancient wood faded and worn and chipped from years of long use. A large window made up the entire upper half of the far wall offering a remarkable amount of light and fresh air to help belay the cramped conditions somewhat, while small desks built into the walls provided just enough space for a computer and a reading lamp.
Pushed up against either wall were a pair of old and narrow beds that seemed to barely fit in the space between those desks and the closets. While comfortable enough, the mattresses had begun to sag from long years of use by far too many people to name and despite the best efforts of the designers the room itself was still so small that there was barely enough space between them for a person to pass without turning sideways. Still, despite all of that the space had begun to feel like home after living in it for so long. More than just a place to lay down her head after a long day, but a welcoming space that both she and her roommate had worked very hard to make their own with posters and pictures lining the walls and potted plants crammed into various nooks and crannies to offer a bit of color.
Despite the still sharp glare of the fading afternoon sun the lights were on and Talia was not surprised to find her roommate waiting for her, the other girl curled up on her bed with her legs folded elegantly beneath her and her shoulders resting against the wall as she studied a book perched on her lap. However, before she could offer a greeting, Brooke glanced back over her shoulder and flashed a tiny smile, “Ah, the hero of the hour returns, and you’re positively glowing. Is someone happy to see me?”
Snorting softly in amusement, Talia slipped between the beds to toss her burdens down on her own mattress one at a time, “Don’t flatter yourself, I just got out of the shower.”
“Thinking about me in the shower now?” Brooks gasped while pressing a hand to her heart in a deliberately dramatic manner, “How scandalous.”
Despite her best efforts Talia felt a blush color her cheeks, reminded in that moment that she had certainly been thinking about someone in the shower, and yet she also could not help but feel a tiny smile tug at her pierced lips. Teasing like this was an old game between them at this point, and one that she found herself enjoying perhaps a bit too much, “You wish.”
“So cruel,” Brooke lamented as she allowed herself to collapse back against the wall before offering a much more impish smile, the amusement glittering in her brilliantly green eyes clearly visible despite the glasses perched on her nose, “but I suppose it’s only natural. A young maiden in love should blush when facing an entire week with her lover.”
This time Talia did not even try to deny it, offering her roommate an almost flat stare as she turned around and placed a hand on her hip, “Jealous?”
“Of course.” Brooke confessed without missing a beat before twisting in place to plant her feet firmly on the floor and pushing herself up to her full, if admittedly limited, height, “Who wouldn’t want to have you all to themselves?”
Talia bit her lip and fought the urge to look away, an odd feeling in her chest as she wondered just what it was about this woman that always seemed to captivate her and annoy her in equal measure. Then again in many ways Brooks was a study in contrasts. Almost amusingly tiny, the top of her head barely coming up to the athletic girl’s chin, Brooke was not particularly physical in many ways but she also always seemed so full of energy despite that. She loved to show off surprisingly shapely legs with skintight leggings or jeans, much like the pair she was wearing now, while often shrouding the rest of her body in sweaters and blouses and oversize t-shirts. She bore not a single tattoo and other than the studs in her ears had no piercings, in sharp contrast to the pale-eyed girl’s own collection of body jewelry, and kept her honey-blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun.
And yet, beyond all of that, what truly stood out about Brooke was the sheer intensity of the gaze locked behind her glasses and the focus with which she brought to bear, on even the simplest of tasks. Oh to be certain the girl had never been anything other than friendly, much to Talia’s relief after hearing more than a few horror stories about roommates not getting along, but even then their very first meeting had felt stilted and almost awkward despite their best efforts. Try though they might, the two of them had seemingly little in common. They took different classes, pursued different majors, ran in different social circles and had wildly different interests. Where the pale-eyed girl poured her energy in sports and physical activity, her roommate preferred books and movies and video games and while Brooke usually spent the evening out and about Talia liked to stay in and relax. There had been no clashes either thankfully, but it had still felt as if the pair had simply learned to coexist around each other and little else. A comfortable sort of equilibrium in its way, but it hardly qualified as a relationship and the pale-eye girl had hoped on some level that they could have become friends. Still, hopes aside that unseen and unspoken barrier between them had stood firm, or at least it had until that fateful night when the both of them had discovered, quite unexpectedly, just how much they actually had in common.
Even now, almost a year after the fact, Talia still felt her blush darken as memories rose up within her unbidden. It had been an afternoon of rising frustration, the stress of classes and the pressure of performing on the field coupled with her recent discovery of Elise’s… profession as well as her own personal predilections combining in such a way that everything had felt almost overwhelming. And so, seized by a sudden need for release after finding herself alone one night, the athletic girl had stripped down and slipped into some of the nicest lingerie she owned before stuffing a foam ball into her mouth, covering her lips with tape, and laying down on the bed to bind herself into a faux hogtie with a familiar piece of rope.
It was almost laughable now to imagine that something so simple had once been able to excite her so much, but she could still remember the thrill that had pooled in her core as she’d struggled and squirmed and writhed against her bonds, turned on beyond all measure despite the fact that she knew she could escape with enough effort.
What she had not expected was to become so caught up in the oddly relaxing experience of being bound that she’d actually managed to drift off to sleep like that only to be startled awake again in the dark of night by the unmistakable sound of a door opening. It was funny in a way, there had been moments both before and since when Talia had found herself fantasizing about what it might be like to be caught while bound and gagged and half naked, the exhibitionist thrill of those thoughts often pushing her over the edge, but in that moment all she had found herself able to do was freeze in place, eyes wide with terror as light had slowly played across her body and her roommate’s familiar form stepped inside. And yet, despite all expectations, Brooke had not shrieked in surprise or retreated in embarrassment or stammered an apology before fleeing.
No, while the smaller girl had certainly been startled, her face had just as quickly lit up with delight, brilliantly green eyes flashing with a very different kind of excitement as she practically raced across the room and dropped down to her knees to examine Talia’s restraints more closely and compliment the athletic girl’s rope work. It had been such an utterly surreal experience that some part of her had wondered if it was all a dream, but as Brooke had continued to ramble for what felt like hours, pointing out possible improvement and recommending different types of knots, the only real conclusion she could reach was that beneath the surface the tiny girl was something of a freak herself, an absolute kink nerd in the truest sense of the word.
It had certainly been an interesting discovery, and perhaps one of the most curiously awkward icebreakers in history, but as she’d lain there helplessly Talia had felt herself soften every so slightly at the real passion on display as her roommate had droned on and on and on. And yet she also could not say she had ever grown tired of it either, listening to every word intently and idly wondering just how much of the girl’s knowledge was theoretical and how much of it was practical. She had never spoken about dating, never brought a boyfriend or girlfriend home, but then again neither of them had.
It was only after what felt like hours that Brooke had finally paused to ask a question, only to blush in embarrassment when her companion simply lifted a pierced brow and it finally dawned that the pale-eyed girl was still gagged. Peeling away the tape almost bashfully then the both of them had broken out laughing, giggling almost madly at how ridiculous their situation was and yet how utterly comfortable it felt regardless.
Something had changed that night however, beyond the fact that she’d allowed her roommate to demonstrate some of the techniques she’d been talking about and had thus spent the rest of the evening tied down to her bed spread-eagle. No, after that the awkwardness that had once seemed to linger in the air between them had evaporated in an instant and a connection, tenuous though it may have been, had been formed. A connection that saw the polite indifference that had once defined their relationship slowly giving way to one of the oddest and yet most interesting friendships that Talia had ever known. Bondage games had been only the beginning, in time they had even opened up to each other beyond their common interests in BDSM with the athletic girl confessing her hopes and dreams and regrets while Brooke had in turn shared that she’d never felt comfortable enough with any of her friends or dates to talk about her desires until now.
And so, touched by that show of trust, and caught up in the other girl’s enthusiasm, Talia had slowly become her roommate’s not so reluctant practice dummy on a more permanent basis. It had certainly been an interesting experience so far and the pale-eyed girl could not say she regretted getting her first taste of real bondage, but now that she had fallen into Elise’s clutches, and her collar, she could not help but note that things had changed yet again in subtle ways. Brooke had been nothing but supportive, and indeed had seemed both enthusiastic and very happy for her roommate’s recent successes in love, but even as she’d eagerly asked for every detail and incorporated many of Talia’s latest adventures into the games they still played together something had felt different as well.
There had always been an undeniable intimacy in allowing her friend to have power over her, in submitting to the bonds and trusting that her roommate would keep her safe, but as much as it made her blush to think of all the things they had done together there was nothing romantic about their relationship, not exactly anyway. Oh, they had kissed more than a few times when caught up in the moment and they’d even had sex more than once, but as much as the athletic girl had wondered in the days before Elise if this oddly kinky friendship might grow into something more it never had. A certain spark had always been missing, regardless of efforts on both of their parts to kindle it. They were friends, roommates, lovers even but while Talia trusted the other girl implicitly and submitted to her without hesitation the gulf between them had just been too wide to bridge even if both of them had been willing to try. Not that the pale-eyed girl regretted anything they had shared, and continued to share, but here and now, listening to her roommate’s teasing reply, she could not help but wonder if Brooke might still hope for more.
Realizing that she had stayed silent for too long, and not wanting the moment to grow awkward, Talia bit her lip and fought the urge to look away, voice quiet and almost bashful, “I’m sure mistress will take some pictures, and I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”
The corners of Brooke’s mouth twitched into a tiny smirk as she clasped her hands behind her back and leaned in just a bit closer, “You’d better.”
Swallowing softly, and not for the first time amazed at how a girl she could probably bench press if she put her mind to it could make her feel so utterly submissive with such a simple gesture, Talia nodded slowly, her voice quiet and ever so slightly unsure, “Do you still think I’m crazy?”
Brooke actually laughed out loud in sheer delight before straightening up and rocking back on her heels, “My dear, I thought you were crazy when you told me you wear a butt plug to class sometimes. This? This is on a whole ‘nother level.”
Talia felt her blush reignite, but bit her lip before she could fire back with an immediate response, content for the moment to keep it secret that she’d occasional worn the plug to practice as well and had once paired it with a set of ben wa balls for a day so frustratingly arousing that even now she honestly wondered how she’d been able to walk afterwards. Still, despite that she felt herself grin as well, more than a little amused by the blonde’s reaction and not quite ready to let things sit just yet, “Well then, I suppose you’ll just have to strap me up into my straitjacket, won’t you?”
“There’s a thought.” Brooke admitted, her expression turning contemplative for a brief moment before her own smile turned sly and just a touch teasing, “Not that I have one handy right now. Still, I’ll have to keep that in mind for next time you misbehave.”
Tongue idly flicking at the back of one of her piercings in a gesture she had unconsciously picked up from her mistress, Talia deliberately looked away from her roommate’s grinning face and turned toward the closet, the duffle bag slipping from her shoulder as she did. For what felt like a long moment she was content to let the silence linger and instead proceeded to slowly transfer her workout cloths into the hamper with the rest of her laundry and tuckering her sneakers away on the top shelf before carefully digging through the little built-in dresser for anything she might need for the coming week. Several sets of spare clothing at first followed by her makeup kit, sleepwear on the odd chance she could be allowed (or instructed) to wear anything at all to bed, and a bit of proper lingerie just in case. In truth however, even as she worked her mind was racing.
One of the advantages of dating a professional dominatrix, beyond the obvious, was exposure to both a wide array of fetishes and types of bondage that she had barely even dreamed existed before. After all, whatever else the case might be it was undeniable that Elise enjoyed her work immensely and loved to talk about it, the pale brunette possessing a wealth of stories ranging from odd requests she had received to rather harrowing tales of her own training under the mysterious Mistress Lydia. Stories which never failed to bring a blush to the pale-eyed girl’s face when she heard them, and never failed to fire her imagination in ways that sent her libido soaring.
However it also brought to mind just how new she actually was to all of this, and how much further she had to go. Talia liked to think she was reasonably experienced in the finer arts of submission for a beginner, after all she had a decent amount of practice with self bondage and Brooke had proven to be a remarkably enthusiastic domme once she had a test dummy to practice on. And yet, despite the innate flexibility and endurance her rather athletic lifestyle had imparted and despite the modest but impressive collection of toys and restraints that she and her roommate had built together, even the wildest nights spent beneath the honey-blonde’s rather devious imagination absolutely paled in comparison to the things her mother had endured at their mistress’s hands.
Worse still, no matter how much she resolved to catch up to the older woman there simply hadn’t been enough time, the few weekends and evenings she had managed to pry loose from her schedule to return home not nearly enough to even begin closing the gap. It was one of the reasons she had been looking forward to spring break so much after all. A complete week, a whole uninterrupted nine days (if you counted both weekends) in which she could offer herself totally and utterly to her mistress. Nine days of bondage, nine days of helplessness, nine days to explore herself and her desires in ways she had always dreamed of, nine days of training in which she could finally prove herself worthy of the collar she wore. Silly thoughts perhaps, and indeed she knew that Elise would tell her that she didn’t have to push herself, didn’t have to prove anything, but the pale-eyed girl still wanted it so much she could practically taste it. Besides, in what little time they’d had Talia had learned so much about herself that could scarcely believe it, so much so that it was almost hard to imagine what she might discover after a week of complete and utter submission.
Realizing that the moment was beginning to wear just a bit thin, and feeling her roommate’s impatience building, Talia finally glanced over her shoulder and offered her roommate a crooked grin, “You love it when I misbehave.”
“Of course I do,” Brooke admitted without a hint of shame, that adorably crooked grin of hers returning for a brief moment before she practically stalked toward the taller girl, “If you didn’t misbehave, I wouldn’t have a reason to punish you.”
“Well we can’t have that, now can we?” Talia offered, a familiar flutter in her chest, and in her loins, as she carefully maneuvered herself to face the smaller girl.
Although her smile never faded, the expression on Brooke’s face shifted ever so slightly, a strange glint filled her emerald green eyes as she slowly reached up and placed her hands on the athletic girl’s shoulders, “Tell me, did you ever find out exactly what it is your mistress plans to do to you?”
Although the sudden contact made her shiver inexplicable, Talia managed to shake her head, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Something almost exasperated flickered across the shorter girl’s face for a brief moment before Brooke chuckled softly, “Don’t ever change, Talia.”
Despite the fact that she knew the other girl was trying to get a rise out of her, the pale-eyed girl still felt herself blush down to the roots of her hair at that statement, well aware of just what her roommate was implying and equally turned on by the realization that she was essentially about to undergo slave training, of a very kinky kind, at her own request no less.
However, before she could manage any sort of reply, Brooke’s hands shifted and looped around her neck, fingers intertwined into a fiercely unbreakable grip as the honey-blonde used the leverage to lift herself up and claim her lips in an unexpected and surprisingly fierce kiss. Without thought Talia found herself moving to embrace her roommate, toned arms snaking around the blonde’s waist to hold her tight as a shiver raced up her spine, the feeling of a familiar tongue probing deep and twining with her own as the smaller girl explored her and claimed her in some small way almost overwhelming when combined with all the other sensations wracking her slender frame. In truth the kiss was brief despite its intensity, but even so it seemed to last for an eternity all the same and by the time Brooke finally broke away Talia actually whimpered ever so slightly from the loss of contact, her lips throbbing softly and her heart racing in her chest.
Swallowing hard, but not willing to slacken her grip just yet, the pale-eyed girl ran the tip of her tongue over softly swollen lips, tender flesh almost tingling, before finally giving voice to her thoughts, “What… what was that for?”
“No particular reason, I just didn’t think I’d get another chance. Not for a good long while at least.” Brooke declared, her smile practically lighting up the room as she leaned in even closer, so close in fact that the two were almost kissing again as her voice dropped into a low and husky purr, “Just try not to forget about little old me after your mistress makes you fully hers, okay?”
“Brooke, I...” Talia started momentarily overtaken by the strange melancholy that seemed to underline those words even if the blonde’s tone remained playful, but in the end she chose to let it go, “Yes, m… ma’am.”
Blush returning with a vengeance at the realization that she’d very nearly called her roommate mistress, Talia bit her lip hard but thankfully Brooke chose not to comment, even if the way the corners of her mouth twitched into a smirk indicated she’d definitely noticed. Instead the blonde finally chose to release her grasp and deftly slip out of her roommate’s arms, allowing the odd tension that had been building between them to fade, “Good.”
Once again Talia was left with the feeling that she should say something, but words failed her as she studied the smaller girl standing just across from her. Thankfully for her peace of mind, and what remained of her dignity, the moment was shattered completely a heartbeat later by the unmistakable chiming of her phone receiving a message. Flashing a tiny and almost apologetic smile, the athletic girl reached into her back pocket to retrieve the slender device and unlocked the screen with a deft swipe of her thumb. Quickly spotting the flashing notification she tapped the appropriate icon and felt her smile widen ever so slightly to see that the text was indeed from Elise. Warmth gave way to panic almost instantly however as pale eyes scanned through the message then went wide as the realization that her mistress would be here in less than ten minutes and she had barely finished packing. Glancing up and noticing the concern now reflected in Brooke’s own vividly green eyes, the taller girl tried to offer a reassuring grin, “Sorry, but mistress is almost here and I really need to get going.”
Shaking her head fondly, Brooke stepped back and let out a playfully put upon sigh, “So irresponsible. Let me help you, then.”
Immensely grateful for the offer, but also in a hurry despite the fact that she felt more needed to be said, Talia smiled and nodded gratefully before turning back toward the closet again. Starting with her laundry, she fished a bag made of heavy canvas out of the hamper and drew it closed, trying the drawstring tight to make certain nothing could fall out before tossing the bundle onto the bed for easier access. From there she scanned the contents of her dresser once again, pale blue eyes searching for anything she might have possibly missed.
At the same time Brooke drifted back across the room to scoop her roommate’s phone and charger up off the desk along with her laptop and purse. Slipping the electronics into a carrying case just as the athletic girl was stuffing the last few odds and ends into her duffle bag before zipping the pack up with some difficulty, the honey-blonde crossed the distance between them with an odd sort of finality to her posture, wordlessly handing the burdens over. Smiling again, Talia accepted, slipping the laptop bag over her shoulder to join the duffle at her side along with her purse before finally taking her laundry in hand with some difficulty. Loading down like a mule, the pale-eyed girl opened her mouth to offer some sort of thanks, or at the very least a goodbye, but before she could manage that her roommate’s hand shot out and took hold of the front of her hoodie, the smaller girl’s fingers tangled amid the soft material in a loose but insistent grip. Worrying the corner of her lip, the green-eyed girl remained silent for what felt like an eternity before something seemed to shift in her gaze at last. Decision reached she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed a feather soft kiss to Talia’s cheek.
“For luck.” she offered, smiling softly at the other girl’s expression, “I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
Although it was nothing compared to the kiss they had just shared, Talia still felt a tiny blush bloom across her cheekbones in response as the slightest of quavers colored her voice, “Th… thank you.”
Hesitating for the briefest instant, Brooke tightened her grip before reaching into her pocket with her free hand, something held tight in her clenched fist when she drew it forth again, “I… I got you a little something.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” Talia almost whispered, barely daring to move even though she knew she could break free easily.
“I wanted to.” Brooke insisted before uncurling her fingers to reveal a bracelet made of intricately knotted yarn, various shades of brown woven together to form a shockingly complex and beautiful pattern. Smiling softly at her roommate’s almost enthralled expression as she studied the bangle, the smaller girl slowly released her grip and lowered herself down to kneel on the floor before tying the cord around Talia’s ankle with a simple yet sturdy bow and looking up again with those sparkling emerald eyes of hers, “I know it’s not quite the same thing as a collar, but I hope it helps you remember my lessons.”
“Brooke, I...” the taller girl began, tongue feeling almost thick within her mouth as words seemed to catch in her throat.
“You’d better get going now.” Brooke interrupted as she slowly, sinuously, rose to her feet once again and reached out to open the door, an almost teasing note coloring her smile and her voice as she added, “And don’t forget your promise.”
Nodding almost solemnly, Talia felt a tiny smile tug at her lips and her pale blue eyes softened, “I won’t.”
For a moment it looked like Brooke wanted to say something else but in the end the girl just closed her mouth and shook her head, her expression softening as well as she stepped back even further to clear the door frame and bowed ever so slightly as if ushering her friend forth. Taking that as her cue, Talia offered a mock curtsy and stepped into the hallways before glancing back over her shoulder just in time to catch a glimpse of her roommate’s brilliantly green eyes as the honey-haired girl winked and closed the door softly.
For a moment she just stood there, allowing her gaze to linger and still feeling the heat of those surprisingly soft lips pulsing against her cheek. Biting her own lip, the feeling of pressure centering her as she worried delicate flesh between ivory teeth, the athletic girl could not help but stare at the spot where her roommate had once stood despite the fact that she was in a hurry.
While casual displays of affection like that were hardly uncommon between them, truth be told, she could not help but feel that there was something significant about this moment regardless. Something beyond the intimacy that normally defined their strange friendship with benefits, something that lingered in the words the other girl had chosen not to share at the last moment. Or perhaps she was reading too much into it, her own experiences with Elise and the feelings of regret that had lingered for far too long around their relationship coloring her perceptions.
Whatever the case the pale-eyed girl eventually shook her head, her braids striking her shoulders softly as she readjusted her grip on her bags and began to walk down the corridor toward the main elevators, sandals striking the composite vinyl flooring beneath her feet with a soft and rhythmic slapping sound that seemed to echo off the block walls. Whatever the case she resolved to put it out of her mind for the time being and focus on the long awaited adventure sprawled out before her even as she made a mental note to talk with her roommate more thoroughly about just what they were to each other when she finally got back.
By the time she reached the foyer at the end of the hall and somewhat awkwardly pressed the elevator button with her hip, Talia felt her concerns begin to recede and a familiar sense of excitement well up in her chest yet again, a sensation somewhat like butterflies surging in her stomach mixed with the rush of pure anticipation pulsing in her veins. Indeed, by the time the elevator finally arrived and she stepped into the empty car, maneuvering with some difficulty to hit the button for the ground floor as she did, the pale-eyed girl was practically bouncing in place, the nervous energy she had tried to burn off earlier returning with a vengeance. Not that she minded all that much of course.
Still, even though it felt like an eternity it was no more than a minute or two at most before the elevator lurched to a halt, her stomach lurching with it, and the doors slid open once again with a soft ding to reveal the lobby, the broad space a bit less deserted now but still sparsely occupied, the sound of distance conversation and the faint scent of food indicating that the cafeteria must have started dinner services by now. Not that she expected many people would be showing up of course, but even so as the athletic girl began to stride across the practically cavernous space with hurried steps she could not help but appreciate the fact that the staff was still willing to go to the effort.
Besides, as the faint stirrings of hunger made themselves known within her, she might have been tempted to stop in for a bite to eat herself under different circumstances. Unfortunately there simply wasn’t time right now, and besides her mistress had made it quite clear that she needed to stick to a rather strict diet in preparation for the week long adventure they had planned. Not that it was a hardship of course, her athletics already required her to watch what she ate after all, but part of her honestly wondered exactly what it was that her mistress had in mind that would require such restrictions even as her imagination eagerly filled in the gaps. Blushing again at the direction her thoughts had begun to take, Talia suppressed the shiver that ran up her spine and quickly rushed out the dorm’s sliding glass doors into the cool air of early evening. Bracing herself against the sudden burst of cold, the breeze cutting through her hoodie to caress heating skin in a way that was surprisingly pleasant, the athletic girl darted back across the street and cut through the yard of the neighboring building to find herself facing a seemingly endless expanse of parking lots and utility buildings separated only by little boulevards and the occasional tree.
While she certainly could have met her mistress at the door instead, the various driveways woven throughout the university’s grounds having been designed to provide easy access for just that purpose, Elise much preferred to use the various visitor lots scattered along the fringes of campus. For one thing the network of roads was rather confusing to navigate given the sprawling and rather haphazard layout of the school, and for another the sheer number of people that were usually wandering about tended to make the trip both annoying and a bit dangerous. No, it was much easier this way and truth be told the pale-eyed girl hardly minded walking, though privately she did find it a little funny.
Grinning ever so slightly, Talia stepped up onto the asphalt and spared a moment to scan her surroundings. While compared to a normal day the lot was mostly empty there were still enough vehicles scattered about that it took a bit of effort to see if Elise had indeed arrived yet. After all, despite its owner’s rather unique style her car was a fairly nondescript black sedan, well used but well cared for. A description that, in a moment of dry humor, the pale-eyed girl realized could apply to her and to her mother as well.
However, even as a relatively indelicate snort of laughter escaped her at that thought it still took no more than a moment or two to find what she was looking for. While her mistress’s vehicle might have been rather plain it was the only one that currently boasted the familiar form of a pale brunette sitting perched upon its hood like some sort of strange ornament, inky dark hair flowing in the breeze like some sort of silken wave and milky skin practically glowing in the soft afternoon light.
Smiling for very different reasons now, and honestly surprised by the sheer weight of the emotions that settled in her chest at the sight of her girlfriend for the first time in what felt like forever, Talia picked up the pace as best she could and practically raced across the lot. At the same time, with an expression somewhere between a smile and a smirk tugging at her own lips, Elise hopped down off her perch and casually strode forward to greet her newest slave, the motion drawing attention to the artfully ripped jeans sheathing her legs and the rather stylish leather jacket hanging from slender shoulders over a tank top of dark material emblazoned with her club’s logo, the unmistakable silhouette of a tightly bound woman, in bright red.
Those details seemed to slide right off of Talia’s mind however as she eagerly closed the last bit of distance between them and allowed the bags she was carrying to tumble down onto the ground with a soft thud before reaching out to draw her mistress into an embrace, pulling the older girl’s slender form against her own and marveling at the way their bodies seemed to dovetail together despite the height difference. Not that Elise seemed all that bothered, returning the embrace with just as much ardor as she ran her fingers down her companion’s back, tracing the ridges of her spine in a way that had never failed to reduce the athletic girl to putty in her hands before drawing her into a deep and equally passionate kiss.
Despite her best efforts Talia felt herself melt into that kiss, surrendering to her lover’s passions utterly and completely as she clung to the slender girl’s body as if for dear life, especially after a pierced tongue snaked its way into her mouth to twine with her own in a slow and deeply erotic dance. At the same time a hand slid down into the back pocket of her jeans to cup her ass and the athletic girl felt her knees go weak from the riot of sensations washing over her. Thankfully experience had taught her mistress to expect such a reaction and the pale brunette tightened her own grip in response, bracing herself against the car and supporting her companion’s weight as she broke the kiss and flashed an almost mischievous smirk.
“Well now,” she practically purred, “hello to you too.”
Shivering in a way that had nothing to do with the cold as that familiar, husky voice washed over her, Talia bit her lip to try and suppress a grin, “Sorry, mistress. I just… I just missed you. So much.”
“I forgive you, pet.” Elise assured as she reached up to cup the girl’s cheek and allowed her fingers to trail across dusky skin, eliciting another shiver, “How can I not when I missed you just as much?”
It was honestly incredible how even hearing her mistress’s voice, much less the way her nickname seemed to roll off of those sinfully soft lips, turned her on, but even as she felt a new flush of heat ignite beneath her skin Talia felt her smile shift into something far more bashful, “Thank you, mistress. I…”
Shifting her hand to press a finger to her girlfriend’s lips, Elise just shook her head, “None of that now, pet. We have a long drive ahead of us, and not a whole lot of light left. Besides, when I left your mother had started dinner and I don’t want to be late.”
Pouting ever so softly when she felt her mistress’s touch withdraw, Talia still nodded along in agreement as she loosened her embrace and took half a step back, “Of course, mistress. I understand.”
“Marvelous,” Elise said as she idly fished her keys from one of her jacket’s pockets and began to drift towards the back of the car to open the trunk, “We best get started then. It looks like you packed very thoroughly after all.”
Even as a blush colored her features, Talia felt herself smiling at that not so subtle teasing, “I brought a perfectly reasonable amount of stuff.”
“And your laundry.” Elise pointed out, voice slipping back into a familiar, teasing tone as she opened the trunk lid and gestured toward where the bag lay on the asphalt, “I suppose some things never change.”
“There wasn’t time to wash it earlier!” Talia protested before catching herself, noting both her mistress’s amused smile and the ease with which she had fallen into old patterns. So easily in fact that she had barely even noticed it. Despite herself the pale-eyed girl grinned, almost relieved at how little time and distance had been able to dull what she and Elise had begun building together. That even now it still seemed new and exciting and almost tenuous while also feeling like such an innate part of herself that the rhythm of their back and forth was as comfortable as old leather. For a moment she wondered if it had been like this for her mother as well, but in the end the athletic girl just shook her head and gathered up her discarded luggage, “I’ll gladly take care of it if you want, mistress. But that might cut into our… other plans.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” Elise agreed, clearly pleased that the other girl was playing along as she practically strutted around the car and very nearly molded herself against Talia’s body, gently brushing her fingers against her girlfriend’s hand and reveling in the way she seemed to shiver beneath that slight touch, “Still, what kind of mistress would I be if didn’t help you with your burdens? Though I do hope you appreciate my sacrifices, pet.”
There was some part of Talia that thought it unfair that anyone should be as sexy as Elise Adler. Not just the way she looked or the way she dressed but everything about her. The way she moved, the way she pitched her voice, the way she always seemed to know just how to carry herself for maximum effect. All of it was utterly, completely and absolutely unfair. Swallowing hard, she glanced down into her lover’s face and instinctively wet her lips, “You’re very good at this, mistress.”
“I should hope so,” Elise practically purred, stormy eyes sparking like lightning as she gently peeled the duffle bag from her plaything’s un-resisting fingers, “That’s why they pay me the big bucks, after all.”
Even as she stood almost rooted in place, her body aching from the loss of contact as she watched her mistress walk away, Talia found her eyes practically glued to the way the older girl’s jeans clung to the curves of her hips like a lover as she casually turned on heel and placed the bag in the trunk before gracing her with an expectant look. A soft, impish and yet quietly amused smile tugging at her own lips in turn, Talia shook her head at the display and moved to join the other woman, stowing her laundry and her backpack with far more care, “You’re worth all that I have and more, mistress.”
As much as Elise truly was a romantic at heart, it was one of the reasons the woman had been so determined to make their relationship work after all, there was still something immensely satisfying about seeing an unexpected blush color those milky pale cheeks. And yet, even though she was caught off guard the young dominatrix rallied quickly enough, slamming the trunk lid shut with enough force that Talia actually jumped in surprise, the ring of metal on metal cutting through the air like a knife and shattering the moment. Although a hint of her blush still lingered, Elise’s posture betrayed nothing but confidence, the dying light of the afternoon sun glinting off her piercing as she offered another, vaguely lascivious, smile, “Now, now my dear. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Something about that voice seemed to settle in her very bones, a subtle and yet sharp reminder that teasing this woman was akin to playing with fire. And yet, Talia had always been a curious creature and so she welcomed the flames, “Promises, promises mistress.”
Thankfully for her Elise liked a bit of fight in her subs, amusement flashing in those eyes of hers like lightning as she laughed out loud in delight and slipped behind the athletic girl’s back, hands settling on slender but shapely hips, “How bold, especially for someone who plans to be completely under my power soon. Still, if you want to start the festivities early, pet, who am I to deny you?”
Talia bit her lip and tried to suppress a moan as that voice washed over her again, thick with velvety promises and silken threats, the anticipation of the moment practically killing her as the realization of just how close she was to the edge struck full force. And yet, even as she could not stop herself from grinning at that realization the athletic girl found whatever response she might have made dying in her throat, replaced with a startled but breathy gasp as strong hands took hold of her wrists and practically wrenched her arms behind her back. The barest heartbeat later a harsh clicking sound shattered the air like a gunshot as a pair of handcuffs tightened in place, cool metal almost biting into her warm skin in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. Unable to keep herself from moaning this time, the thrill of being bound even in this limited way almost electric in its intensity, Talia let out a slow and shaky breath, “Am I being kidnapped, mistress?”
“You can hardly kidnap the willing,” Elise pointed out, her smile obvious in her tone of voice as she slowly began to maneuver her captive into the passenger’s seat, “And you, my dear, are very willing,”
Blushing softly, but not really able to deny that fact, Talia ducked her head under the door frame and shifted her hips to try and find a position where the cuffs would not press painfully into her back, a smile suddenly touching her lips as an almost inane thought popped into her head, “Do I have the right to remain silent then?”
“If you like I also brought a gag.” Elise quipped as she buckled the younger woman in place with the seat belt before practically kneeling down to lean in close, nearly nose to nose in fact, and ran the back of her hand along the delicate curve of a cheekbone while flashing a wicked smile, “That should be able to keep your mouth otherwise occupied.”
For a brief instant Talia’s blush turned positively nuclear despite the darker coloration of her skin, something like a chill racing through her core as she felt her pussy clench and her nipples harden. A gag. Such a simple thing really, after all she’d probably been gagged hundreds of times by now at this point, and yet despite that familiarity it was almost shocking how much she wanted it. To surrender just a bit more of herself to her mistress’s control and make her bondage feel complete in some indefinable way. However, even as some part of her body ached to accept the offer, a cold spike of fear wormed its way through her guts at the very idea.
While the athletic girl could admit to having an exhibitionist streak, as she had very much discovered when Brooke had walked in on her that fateful night, and had found that she rather enjoyed being watched while bound and gagged and struggling, the thought of doing such things in public was a bridge too far. The handcuffs were one thing, exciting to be sure but subtle enough to be hidden, but to be gagged as well where anyone passing by could see her through the window? No, despite the unmistakable pulse in her loins as she unconsciously squirmed in her seat, Talia found that she could not take that step.
Not yet anyway.
And so, dropping her gaze in what she hoped was a suitably submissive gesture, the pale-eyed girl shook her head as best she could, “No thank you, mistress.”
“A pity, you have a mouth built for gags.” Elise lamented, playfully, the soft warmth in her voice nonetheless signaling her acquiescence to her slave’s desires before leaning in even closer to brush her lips against the other girl’s ear, the contrasting sensations of soft flesh and hard metal eliciting a tiny gasp, “It must run in the family.”
A shiver wracked her taut frame as hot breath caressed her skin, Talia felt herself swallow softly as her own breath caught in her throat. Having seen her mother wear a gag she could not help but agree, but she also could not help but blush again at that compliment, her voice a touch shaky as she managed a reply, “Th… thank you, mistress.”
“You’re very welcome, pet.” Elise practically purred before pressing a soft kiss to her plaything’s still blazing cheek, “Very welcome indeed.”
Leaning into that kiss Talia tried to reply but before she could manage to even form the words her mistress had pulled away, a sudden chill replaced the woman’s inviting warmth as she slipped back out of the car and closed the door behind her. So gently in fact that the impact was felt more than heard.
Letting out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding, the pale-eyed girl half slumped and half collapsed into her seat, the seat belt tightening against her chest as it caught the weight of her body. It was almost ridiculous really that a few softly teasing words, and not so softly teasing touches, should be able to reduce her to this trembling and wanting mess, but here she was and despite all that the athletic figure felt a wan smile tug at her pierced lips. For all of her fantasies and all of her experimentation she had never really appreciated what it truly meant to submit to someone, not just be bound or forced to obey, but to truly give yourself to someone else. To trust them utterly and know, beyond the shadow of a doubt that even as you begged them to hurt you that they would take care of you as well.
It was an incredible feeling, a connection that she had never before dared to imagine might even exist much less the sort of thing she would ever have for herself. And yet here she was, the simply act of being handcuffed having such a profound effect that even now she was practically vibrating with excitement. As much as she had enjoyed Brook’s best efforts, and her own self exploration, there really was no substitute for her mistress’s expert touch and right now, as she stood on the precipice of days upon days of such submission a very different sort of smile suddenly touched the athletic girl’s lips.
However, before her thoughts could wander too far into the realm of her own fantasies, Talia found herself pulled back into the moment by the sound of the driver’s door opening. Turning her head just in time to see Elise climb in with all the grace her slender frame could muster, she watched as the pale brunette made a show of settling in behind the wheel and closing the door once again before buckling her own seat bet and slipping the key into the ignition.
Twisting just enough to acknowledge her passenger’s presence, the young dominatrix picked up a pair of sunglasses from the center console and slid them into place on her nose despite the rapidly fading light outside before offering the tiniest of smiles, “Ready?”
Drawing herself up as best she could, Talia spared a moment to seriously consider that question. She knew that, objectively speaking, that when it came to BDSM she’d barely dipped her toes in the pool despite her best efforts, especially when compared to some of the things her mother had experienced and the sorts of stories Elise told. However, at the same time she had learned to trust her own desires, and she most certainly trusted her mistress. And so, buoyed by those thoughts, the pale-eyed girl nodded once and found herself returning that smile, unable to keep the excitement from her voice, “I was born ready, mistress.”
It was such a silly thing to say really, but her mistress chuckled softly anyway and leaned over to offer once last kiss, “Well then, I’ll just leave this here in case you changed your mind. Or you start to talk back too much.”
Emphasizing the point, the pale brunette reached past her plaything’s helpless body to open the glove compartment and reveal the familiar form of a bright red ball gag sitting there, ready to be used. Taking the toy between slender fingers, Elise carefully set it into companion’s lap and flashing a very different smile before settling in and finally starting the engine. Although she found herself blushing fiercely, both at the device sitting in her lap and the implication that it might be used regardless of her objections, Talia felt a familiar thrill coil deep within her. The thought of not just being controlled, but being forced to obey, of being transformed into a helplessly submissive object was an incredible turn on. While she had no idea how this little adventure might unfold in truth, no matter what happened she knew one thing beyond the shadow of a doubt. That it was going to be one hell of a spring break, and she could not wait to get started.