Marissa brought me into her bedroom for the first time in days, the familiar space feeling like home. I felt a feeling of safety and relaxation wash over me as she dumped the bag of clothes and food on the desk and flopped over onto the couch, holding me to her chest. Dinner had gone... interestingly. Henri had behaved herself, and Marissa had been content to hold me and pet me most of the time, while Miss Lund just talked about... business things. I didn't really pay attention, but she'd dominated the conversation. Marissa had gotten some kind of white sauce pasta, and I'd tried a bite. It wasn't great, but she seemed to really like it. I was... less than impressed with Miss Lund for ordering a glass of wine at a dinner partially celebrating her daughter getting out of rehab, but... that's who she was, I supposed.
I lay on Marissa's chest as her fingers worked me into her flesh, her thin dress shirt providing little barrier between me and her body. I absently wished I was wearing my clown suit, my formal clothes were just getting in the way... I smelled her familiar scent and clenched her shirt in my fists, I wanted her to be, to push, to exist for me, why was she just lying here? I'd lie on her all night if she wanted me to, but I wanted more of her... I dug my fingers into her skin hard to get her to notice me for real instead of just petting me. Her fingers slowed and she stopped stroking me. I growled, this was the opposite of what I wanted...
"Hey, Stress Toy?" she asked, her voice quiet
I curled up into her hand, I loved it when she called me that... I wanted her to play with me, it'd been so long... "Yeah?"
"...Am I an alcoholic?"
I dropped back onto her chest, the mood killed. "...I don't know, I think... you get carried away sometimes, but you don't drink every day, so that's good, right?"
"They said getting drunk every week means you're an alcoholic, and I get drunk like, at least twice a week..."
I rolled over to look at the ceiling "Well, If they said that, I guess they know, it's their job, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." she said "I just didn't think about it like that... It's like, fuck, I was just having fun, I'm not dependent or something, not like the people there that were long term patients..."
"I guess it creeps up on you?" I said "I don't know, my dad drinks a soju or two pretty much every night and he's not an alcoholic..."
"No, they said that's being an alcoholic too." she sighed
"Oh... He didn't seem like one, growing up... Maybe that place is too strict?"
"Maybe. I don't know." she said "Hey, for real though, uh, I'm really sorry about fucking up the sleepover, and the whole weekend, and... most of the week..."
"It's ok, I'm just happy you're safe..." I said, shocked. I hadn't expected to hear the words 'I'm sorry' come out of her mouth over anything... "And I got to hang out with Kensey more, and we went to group, too."
"It's not ok, I was selfish, I was putting myself in a position where I was in charge and out of control, I put you in danger, I had to give you up for days... I... Fuck..." her voice cracked
I lay there for a moment, listening to her heart beating below me. They'd really done a number to her at that rehab place... I pulled her finger down to my chest and hugged it "Missy, I think you made a mistake, but no one but you was hurt, and you're ok now, and I forgive you, ok? It's all ok..."
"I'm a horrible girlfriend..." she said, her hand shaking "I could have killed you, I'm a horrible owner and the fact that I'm dating you makes the whole thing worse..."
"I like you being my girlfriend!" I said "It makes me feel special, I like you more as my girlfriend, I think you're doing a fine job."
"I can't even hold you without wanting to squish you, Amber. I made you play weird kink games with me, I used you..."
I felt a chill go through me and I sat bold upright "Missy, so help me if you're feeling guilty because you helped a consenting adult figure out she likes playing rough, I will... I don't know, bite you between your fingers or something."
"I pushed you when I shouldn't have." she said "My therapist told me I shouldn't be playing those kinds of games with you, it's unsafe and selfish, and you can't really say no, so your consent is meaningless."
I stood up and stomped on her "Stop! That therapist is stupid, and... doesn't see me as a person. I'm twenty fucking years old, I can fucking consent if I fucking want to."
Marissa looked up at me and I saw her eyes were wet "Amber, I don't know what I'm doing, I want to hurt you, I want it a lot, but like, I think that means I should give you up, I shouldn't want that for someone I'm supposed to be taking care of."
I stomped harder "Fuck! That! I just got you back! I want you, I like you, I feel safe around you, fuck the therapy, fuck what they told you, I'm a fucking adult that can make her own choices. If you being my owner is going to cause problems, let me decide that. I love you and I want you to take care of me. You got me just to bully me, you're a bitch, it's who you are, be a bitch! Bully me! I'm asking you to, as an adult, ok?"
"I want to take care of you, but I'm an abusive alcoholic, and I-"
"Ok, whatever, look. Shut up, listen." I said, my feelings flared up "I want you to get up, put me in my room, go get a shower and put on your cozy clothes, then you're going to come get me and bully me until I beg you to stop, do you understand? I'm not consenting, I'm fucking demanding."
She stared at me, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink. She sat up slowly and pulled me off her chest and held me tenderly in her hands, looking at me with a strong intensity. She frowned and tightened her mouth, looking like she wanted to punch someone. I watched her, my heart racing, I couldn't risk her giving me up, I couldn't stand to think about losing the only real partner I'd ever had, I didn't want to have to put up with her treating me like a child, she just needed to be her normal, mean, horrible, beautiful, caring self...
"Fuck..." she muttered "Gods fuck..."
"Did you hear what I said?" I asked, folding my arms
Instead of answering me, she pulled me up to her mouth and kissed me lightly, holding me in front of her face for a second before she stood up and set me in my house.
"Fuck therapy." she said "Fuck the whole thing, fuck rehab, fuck them all getting up in my feelings and making me feel like a piece of shit, I'm fucking amazing and I own the best fucking girlfriend-pet in the whole fucking world and I'll do what I fucking want with her."
"Yeah you will!" I said, grinning
"I'm going to get cozy as fuck, I'm gonna come get you, and we're gonna show 'Doctor Michael' that our relationship isn't 'problematic' at all, it's fucking amazing."
"It's not problematic, it's... toxic..." I said "And I want it like that..."
She grinned at me and rubbed my head "Thanks for that pep talk, I've spent the past few days rethinking everything about my life, I kind of got overwhelmed with their stupid psycho-bullshit. I love you, Stress Toy."
I grinned as she walked off to 'get cozy' and sighed contentedly. Yeah she might have gotten better if she'd kept feeling sorry for herself, she might have treated me with more care, and she might have even become a better person, but... did she really need to? I was already happy with her, she was perfect, and if she tried to change, it might ruin what we had... I turned and stepped inside my house, I needed to get ready too if we were going to play again...
~~~
Marissa lay on the bed, still looking nervous and wired but now in her soft, heavy flannel pajamas. I was in a thin nightgown I'd picked out so I could feel her touch better. I enjoyed her heat as she held me in her hands, cupping me as she breathed lightly. Her thumb traced my back and she took on her usual half lidded stare.
"So... pet, I want to do what I want to you, whenever I want to do it, got it?" she said, pushing herself to sound intimidating
"Of course, Lady M, I'm here for your every want and desire..." I said, bowing to her with a smile
"Do you know what I want more than anything, pet?" she asked, looking at me with a bored expression
"I couldn't hazard a guess..." I leaned against her hands
She sat forward on her bed and reached down, placing me between her feet. "I want a kiss from my girlfriend, right... here." she touched her lips with her finger "But... I want her to want it too..."
"I do want it, Lady M..." I said, putting a hand on her foot. It twitched and I smiled to myself, I'd remember that.
"I want you to prove you want it, to work for it, to build up to it..." she lay down on her pile of pillows "I want you to crawl all the way up to my lips."
"I would love to..." I said, and got on my hands and knees
"Ah ah ah..." she crooned "You have to make up here... through my pajamas..."
I looked at the opening to her pants leg and my chest pounded in anticipation. I started for the opening, and pulled it open further, seeing the dark path in front of me. I grinned and used her sock to pull myself up onto her ankle and lay down, belly crawling forward, feeling her smooth skin against my nightgown. I clambered on top of her shin and pressed my face into it. I crawled forward steadily, the warmth from her body filling the tunnel as her flannel rubbed against the back of my head. The light from behind me faded and as I got to her knee, the only way I could see was the faint light filtering through the fabric around me.
I sat up on her knee, looking at the expanse in front of me, and I heard her laugh, the sound coming from in front of me, but from all around me too.
"Feeling tired already? Really?" she asked, and I lay down again, I wouldn't let her down...
As my hand sank into the soft flesh of her thigh, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. Soft... I lay down again and let my cheek sink into her skin, the heat pouring off her. She tightened her thigh and I felt the muscles turn hard and springy, and I pressed against the flannel behind me. I crawled forward, arm over arm, up her thigh, feeling the air get warmer and the smell of her body get stronger. As the fabric got tighter and more restrictive, her fingers traced my body, and I wondered what my outline looked like from the outside... She'd liked it a lot last time, it had been horrible for me that time, but now, now she had her full attention on me and the material was a lot more breathable, it was a fully different experience...
"Almost halfway there..." she taunted me
I pushed forward, determined to get my kiss, my hands sliding across her sk- My fingers hit cloth and I felt a wave of... anticipation? embarrassment? I smiled to myself, under, she said? I could do under. I pulled up the elastic on the boyshorts and wiggled in, feeling her leg twitch in shock as I inched forward, smushed into her closely.
"I- I see you're enthusiastic..." Marissa said, her voice muffled and nervous "Just be careful you... stay on the path?"
'The path', of course. I wouldn't do that to her, not without her permission. We... weren't ready for that yet, anyway. Or at least I wasn't. I reached the bend in her leg, where her hip started, and rested in the crook, her skin getting softer and thinner to my left. I pressed into her inner thigh with my hand, and she twitched a second time, then her leg tightened up again, and her voice came through the cloth again.
"Keep moving, pet, you've got a lot of distance left to go if you want that kiss..."
I felt her waistbands in front of me, both of them, and I used my head to lift the stretchy material while moving forward, my hands pulling against her skin. She hissed at my fingers digging into her, and shifted under me. I popped out onto her lower stomach, just to the right of her abs, and collapsed, taking a breather. I stared up at the sea of Marissa in front of me and hummed to myself. This was all mine, she might own me, but I owned this, this view, this place was all mine...
I climbed the familiar flesh of her stomach, my hands making small slapping sounds as I traveled up and in. With her laying down, I was having a much easier time getting up to her chest than I had when I made this same journey in class. I savored the trip, making my hands into claws and dragging myself forward, feeling her flinch and twist under me slightly as my little fingernails jabbed in to her. I made my way up to her sports bra and I found myself slightly disappointed she hadn't worn something nicer, then again, I had told her to get comfortable. I wouldn't want to try and cram myself past an underwire, so this was for the best. I stopped and tugged on the black cloth, and sat back, waiting on her to say something to let me know it was ok, we still hadn't gotten this close this way before, and I didn't want to rush her.
"Come on pet, in you go..." she said, her finger poking me from outside her top
I felt my body shake with excitement, this was a big step! I yanked at the bottom of her bra and pulled myself in, feeling the tight band pressing against my body as I slid in fully. I lay there on my back on her sternum, basking in her body, her smell, the two breasts on either side of me. Laying here in the valley I couldn't help but feel the smallness of my body exemplified, each of the mounds I shared a space with were small in comparison to the rest of her, but they still dwarfed my body, still bigger than me... I reached out and pressed my hand into the soft wall to my left, and Marissa lie still. I used my nails and she twitched, her chest moving and the space I was in getting smaller as her arms moved closer together. I hummed and rolled over, moving forward. We'd go further later, I had a kiss to get to.
I pushed out of the top of her bra and out into the clear air, the smell of Marissa fading slightly into the smells of lotion and light cleaner that her room usually had in it. I looked up, hoping to see her looking back, but her face was turned, seemingly uninterested at me crawling out of her top. I tensed with frustration and moved forward, up her neck, straddling her jugular and feeling the rush of her lifeblood coursing under me. I thought about biting her, feeling the blood under my teeth, even if I was too weak to break the skin, I'd at least get the symbology across. I decided against it, I didn't want to get get swatted, at least not yet. I finally pulled myself up to her jaw and onto her cheek, staring at her lips, the lips that belonged to me as much as her, and I slid forward on my knees to fall onto them.
"So, do you really think you earned this kiss?" she asked before I could make my move
"Yes Lady M, I think I worked very hard for this, I did what you asked and I'm finally here for my reward..." I said
"Hm... I think you enjoyed it a little too much, Amber. I think you didn't earn it at all, the quest was too easy and you spent too much time exploring and having fun..."
"I just wanted to make sure I appreciated every inch of you, Lady M..." I said "Worshiping your form can't be a bad thing, because your form is perfect, right?"
"My form is beautiful and well crafted, yes..." she mused "But I still do not like you denying your tasks to spend time selfishly enjoying it."
"So... Do I not get my kiss?..." I asked sadly, reaching my hand out and touching the corner of her mouth
"I'll give you the kiss..." she said "But I'll have to punish you for your actions after."
"Oh, of course Lady M!" I said "Your grace and mercy know no bounds!"
"I know, I'm magnanimous to my pets..." she said, looking bored "Now, come and get your kiss, unless you don't want it?"
"Oh, I do want it, Lady M!' I said, and fell whole-bodied onto her lips.
They puckered under me, and her fingers found my waist, pulling at me and straightening me out to align me with her mouth better. I kissed back, her damp mouth soft and gentle as her fingers pinched me. She pulled my face away and kissed my upper body, her lips pressing into my chest and neck, then she kissed my stomach, and I hugged her, leaning against her upper lip and just to the side of her nose. I loved this woman, I needed her in my life, and the way her legs curled up as she pressed me firmly into her, kissing me hard, I knew she needed me too. The therapist could never understand this, and I didn't want him to. This was private, just for us.
She finally broke the kiss and rolled onto her side, her dark green eyes looking like mossy pools I was about to fall into. She held me and squeezed me in her hands, my lower ribs shooting with pain and I wrestled with her fingers, my teeth finding hold on her index finger, making her squeeze harder. I coughed and spasmed, trying to hide the reaction. She needed to do this, I was fulfilling my purpose for her, and I needed to take whatever she gave. I wanted to, anyway... Even if I came away bruised, that was just a reminder I could use to feel close to her when she wasn't around.
"Fuck Amber, I don't deserve you..." she said, watching me squirm "I really don't, I was horrible to you half your life and somehow it paid off and I get to play with you whenever I want, I don't deserve that..."
"You're not being horrible to me now!" I said, my voice coming out like a gasp "You're being so, so wonderful..."
"Mmm. I'm glad you think so... pet." she said, adding the last part as an afterthought "Right now though, I still need to punish you..."
"I'm at your will and your mercy, Lady M..." I said, feeling the buzz of excitement
"Ok... on your hands and knees, then." Marissa said, dropping me to the bed
I complied, and wiggled in anticipation at what she might do, it was exciting but a little frightening too, the rollercoaster analogy we'd used the first time still held up.
"Ok, turn around, and clench your teeth..." she said
I crawled in a circle, my teeth pressed together tightly, this narrowed down what she was going to do at least, we hadn't done any of this yet, at least not since I agreed to it, I didn't know if I'd like-
Her index finger slapped against my thighs and I gasped, the stinging pain shooting me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't as hard as the time she'd flicked me in the stomach, she'd toned it down a lot, but her fingernail still stung. I... wasn't sure I liked it, it hurt, and in a stinging way that wasn't the same as the pressure I usually liked, there was a-
Another impact made me let out a small shriek, and I tensed, how many times was she going to do this? She hummed and flicked again, this time her nail hit my butt, making me jump forward slightly. It was starting to really sting, and she put her other hand in front of me, pulling me back to the spot I'd jumped from.
"No, bad pet, stay still while you're being punished, or I'll have to keep doing it." she said, her voice somehow cold and heavy at the same time
I squirmed in place, awaiting the next blow, I could tell she liked this, her free hand was over me, her fingers holding me down as she flicked again, and I shrieked. That one had been harder... She hummed louder and her hand pressed down, forcing my face into the bed and I reached back, grabbing her finger with my hands, holding her to my shoulders for support. She flicked again and I did my best not to writhe in place. I couldn't tell if I liked this, I liked her doing this, but the pain itself wasn't like the pain I'd come to know from her, the kind that meant 'trust', this was new, and almost unpleasant, but it was still her, pouring herself into me. I was still being the center of her attention... I liked that part more than I disliked the pain, I decided.
She flicked one last time, the sound actually reaching her this time, if her laugh was anything to go by, and I kicked my legs out, twisting under her fingers and wishing I'd worn something other than a nightgown... She cooed at me and drew me closer to her, my hands free to rub at my backside and thighs, my body twitching and moving without my input. She smiled at me, her wonderful, cruel, loving smile and I melted back into her grip. If flicking my butt made her happy, I'd let her do it, the way her expression softened as she looked at me was worth being flicked a hundred times...
My ass ached, and I reconsidered... Maybe it was worth being flicked five times, or at most ten.
A knock on her bedroom door made me jump, and she looked up at it, across the room from us, miles away for me, and her smile grew even more cruel.
"Oh, pet, the snack I ordered is here, how lucky!" she said "What perfect timing!"
"W-wha-what snack?" I asked, still rubbing myself down to get the feeling back in my thighs
"You~!" she said, and rolled out of bed, leaving me there alone as she walked to the door and took a small box from Parker
I sat there, shivering and wishing she'd hurry up and come back, I was cold damnit, I needed her bodyheat, and I wanted to play more... She went into her closet and came back out with a large blanket, and unfolded it out onto her bed covering me up in it. I pulled at the slightly scratchy material, and finally got my bearings, heading for the pillows at the top of the bed. The bed rocked under me, and a crushing weight slammed into me from above, pressing me down into the comforter and sandwiching me between the covers. I couldn't move, Marissa must be laying on me from above... I heard her giggle lightly, and her hand snaked up to me from under the blanket, grabbing me firmly and sliding me out into the open air again. The box was on the blanket, and she dropped me next to it, her face a mask of anticipation.
"So... I'm the snack?" I asked, looking at the box "I'm happy to serve you Lady M, but if you eat me, you won't be able to play with me anymore..."
"Are you telling me what I can and can't do with my property, pet?" she asked "Do I need to punish you again?"
"No, of course not, Lady M..." I said, and pulled at the ribbon tying the box closed
Marissa opened the lid and pulled out a small, clear jar of amber liquid, and then a honey dipper and I realized what her game was. I swallowed hard and quickly took off my nightgown, leaving me in my underthings, and knelt in front of her.
"Lady M, I trust you, please, I'll be your snack, forgive my prior misunderstandings..."
"Hhhh...." she hissed "G-get up, pet, hold onto the stick, I have to prepare you..."
She popped the top off the jar of honey, and I clung tightly to the dipper, wrapping my arms around it and fitting my feet into the lowest groove. She held me over the jar, slowly lowering me until my feet touched the viscous liquid and I twitched, the honey unexpectedly hot. Had she had the chef heat it up first? The stick lowered further, up to my knees, then to my hips, clinging to me and soaking me. My breathing sped up as the honey suctioned around my chest and made it harder to inhale and I closed my eyes tightly, focusing on drawing in breath. The honey was thick, but I could still move if I needed to. I gripped the dipper harder as the liquid got up to my neck.
"You ok Amber? You look stressed..." Marissa said quietly
I felt a wave of love for her, making sure I was ok even as she tortured me, and I pulled my face into a grin.
"Y-yeah, green light, just a new experience..." I told her
She nodded, and dipped me the rest of the way in, pulling me back out quickly. The honey flooded my mouth, my nose, my ears. I closed my eyes in time to stop it from getting in there, but I was still fully submersed in honey for a full half second. As I felt myself pulled out, I exhaled, trying to push the honey out of my mouth so I could breathe, but it still coated my face, drizzling down, sealing me off from the air. I thrashed, I used a hand to pull at the honey on my face, to wipe it away, but it was much thicker and heavier to me at this size, and I couldn't claw it away in time. Fear shot through my mind and I thrashed, pulling and shaking, trying to get to air, trying to get the honey off my face, I was drowning in a fluid to thick to breathe, I was going to die like this, I needed to breathe, I needed to scream, I couldn't even scream.
I felt something hot and firm surround me, and the familiar feeling of a massive tongue roughly slid across my face. I coughed out the last of the honey from my mouth clogging my breath, and Marissa licked it away too. I was in her mouth again, or at least my head and upper shoulders were. I gasped in the stale air inside her mouth, feeling my stress and panic melting away as I filled my lungs. Her mouth sucked at me, her lips and tongue pulling at my hair, my face, every bit of me as she cleaned the honey off. She pulled the stick I was holding on to away and I exited her mouth with a pop, blinking in the light, most of my body still coated in thick, dripping honey.
"You good?" she asked "You freaked out."
"N-not on my face again..." I said, shaking "The rest of me is ok though..."
"Alright, yeah." she said "Anyway... I want to enjoy my snack now, pet..."
I held out one of my arms "Please, feel free to partake, Lady M..."
She snapped her head forward, taking my arm up to the shoulder, pulling at it and licking it while looking down her nose at me smugly. Her mouth was warm and slimy, and it was a little gross, but it felt weirdly exciting to have my hand in her like that... Once the 'flavor' was gone, she slid the arm out of her mouth and picked me up by it dangling me over the jar. She put the dipper back in the jar and licked the honey off her lips.
"Wow, pet, you've still got so much honey on you... You're turning into a lovely snack so far, I'll have to remember this..."
"Oh, I feel delicious, Lady M, I'm happy you're enjoying me!" I said, kicking my feet in the air slightly
She laughed, and pulled my other arm into her mouth, giving it the same treatment as the first one. I squirmed, and when she finally finished licking it clean, I held the arm up for her to hold, so I wasn't just hanging by one arm anymore. My new size meant that I could hang by one arm for a while before I got tired, but... It wasn't comfortable. She looked me up and down and bit her bottom lip, her head tilting as she examined me.
"You know... there's a lot of honey on your body... your chest, even..." she said, watching my face
"Green light- I- yes, Lady M, I'm sure it's just as tasty as the rest of me..." I said, my heart pounding
She grinned and she turned me around, licking my back and cleaning most of the honey off in a couple passes. At this point I was more covered in her wet, slightly sticky spit than the honey, and I think I liked that more... She rotated me so I was facing her again, and her face was serious. She swallowed, and took a breath, then dove in, her lips meeting my tummy and kissing the dripping honey off, her tongue snaking out and licking up what she missed with every kiss.
My stomach was soon just as clean at the rest of me, and I braced myself for what was next, controlling my breathing as she moved to kiss my chest, then hung for a split second, before pressing me against her and surrounding my breasts with her mouth. The kiss was every bit worth the wait, the trust I had for her coupled with me willingly giving myself to her made me awash with feelings of care and bliss. Her tongue flickered over the places she'd been interested in for weeks now, slipping under my bra to clean every inch of me, the texture rough against my more sensitive skin.
When she finally moved away with a 'mwah', I was shaking, my face flushed and my head spinning... We'd done it, we'd taken the step, and I loved that I had. I looked up at her face, she was glowing, her mouth sticky with honey and her eyes flashing with love and cruelty in equal measures. I hung there, and looked down at myself. She hadn't gone lower than my hips so far... I took a shaky breath and made eye contact with her.
"Th-there's still some left for you to enjoy, Lady M..." I said "Yellow light? I really hope you enjoy yourself..."
I didn't want her to... get too enthusiastic, but... I wanted her to get the full experience, too. I lifted a leg to her and she smiled, and dangled me over her mouth. I looked down, seeing her teeth, straight and sharp, her throat, deep and dangerous, and I closed my eyes as she lowered me. I knew she'd be careful, but part of me wished she wouldn't. I almost wanted to be in more danger than I was, I wanted the thrill. Her lips closed around my stomach and her teeth instantly dug into my hips and I bucked, the unexpected pain surprising me. I kicked my legs slightly, but let myself go limp as she pulled her hand away. I hung upside down, waiting for her to do her thing, feeling the saliva pool around me, and I saw her grab her phone, typing away on it quickly.
"Are- are you texting?" I asked
She didn't respond, and pulled up the camera, pointing it at us and smiling as she took a picture. I flushed, hopefully she wouldn't sent that to anyone... She tossed the now-slightly sticky phone to the side and began to suck, her lips and mouth pulling the honey off of me as her lower jaw worked in circles, her teeth digging in sharply as she 'chewed' my hips. I'd have teethmarks after this again... I hoped they'd last longer, the ones from last week were already faded to almost nothing. Of course, my ass and thighs still stung, I'd be willing to bet that I'd feel that for at least a week. Her tongue slid over my legs, slimy and firm, never reaching up high enough to make me uncomfortable, but getting close enough to make me consider how long we should wait before going that far...
Once I was clean, or at least, mostly clean, she slid me out and lay me on the blanket. I looked at my hips and traced the marks, feeling the twinges of pain as I recovered... She could bite me in half, and these marks proved it. I wondered if I could get them tattooed on at some point, could class Bs even get tattoos? I know if you had them beforehand the compression usually messed them up, but there had to be a market for tiny tattoos, right?
"You're quite the snack, pet..." Marissa said, her smile kind and gentle now
"Thank you, Lady M..." I replied, holding my stomach and letting the bruises keep my buzz going "I had fun tonight..."
"Oh, we're not quite done just yet..." she said, and there came another knock at the door
More?... I was exhausted, I didn't know if I could go much further, but... if she wanted to, I wasn't going to argue. She came back with a teacup on a saucer, the liquid inside smelling like oranges and spices. She carefully lowered it onto the bed so it wouldn't spill, and bent down next to me, her face playful.
"I was going to have a cup of tea, pet, won't you join me?" she asked teasingly
"Of course!" I said "I would love to, Lady M!"
"Hm, I do so love honey in my tea though..." she said, frowning "Could you be a dear and help with that?"
"I'd- I'd love to?" I said, looking at the cup nervously. If she was planning what I thought, I could get scalded...
She picked me up around the chest and dipped my lower half into the jar of honey, and slid the tea over next to me. The color in it was very light, and as she lowered me into it, I felt the hot tea wash over me like a warm blanket. I sighed in relief, it wasn't too hot at all...
"This is a bergamot white tea with nutmeg and allspice..." Marissa said casually, lifting the cup with me in it "It's brewed at a very low temperature, and I had it chilled slightly with ice before being brought up. It's a blend I made on a website I like- do be a good little pet and stir, won't you?"
"Yes, of course Lady M!" I said, swishing the hot tea with my legs, the honey washing off of them and mixing in.
She lifted the cup to her lips and took a deep sip, pulling the liquid in and making me slide forward in the little teacup. I grinned at her, and she pretended to think for a second.
"Hm, I do believe I'd have preferred if it'd seeped a little longer, the 'Amber' flavor is too mild for my liking..."
I dunked under the tea and swished my whole body in it, the liquid doing a surprisingly good job of getting the residual honey off of me. I popped up and bowed to her, or I tried, bowing while sitting was awkward.
"I think that should be more to your liking, Lady M." I said
She raised an eyebrow and took another sip, humming as she tasted it "...yes, I do think that's the flavor I was going for, good pet."
I laughed, and she rolled her eyes and took another drink. I leaned forward and kissed her top lip as she did, and she pulled away, surprised.
"Pet, are you stealing kisses?" she asked "You know you have to earn those!"
Her happy face and sparking eyes let me know I wasn't really in any danger of punishment, and I folded my hands under my chin "Why, I helped with your tea, didn't I? Is that not enough to pay for a kiss?"
She tsked, and sighed "I suppose you did... I'll let it go this time... "
She drained the rest of the cup, tipping me forward onto her mouth and set the cup down. I looked up at her, looking down at me with a smug look, and she reached down and plucked me out of the teacup.
"I believe we're done for the evening, pet." she said "Clean yourself, I'll come get you shortly."
She set me in my house, and I sighed contentedly as she closed the wall behind me. I was so, so tired, but I'd had one of the best times of my life.. I could only hope she enjoyed it as much as I did...
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The wall of my house opened up, and I waved at Marissa, looking tired and pleased with herself. She reached out and carefully picked me up, bringing me over to her couch, and lay down holding me on her stomach. I was wearing my pink, warm jumpsuit, and everything was right with the world.
"You doing ok, Amber?" she asked "I know we went farther that time..."
"I'm doing wonderfully, Lady M..." I said "Maybe... don't flick me quite as hard next time?"
"No- don't- I'm not Lady M right now..." Marissa said, looking mildly uncomfortable "I want to have a real relationship too, not just that stuff. If you treat me like that all the time, it'll erase 'us'. Just... use my name when we're not playing, please."
"...Oh, sorry, that makes sense." I said "That's a far cry from our first day..."
"Back then I wanted you as a full time pet..." she said "Now... I like you as a person too much to want that all the time."
"Well I like you as a person too, Missy." I said and climbed up her body to lay on her chest.
I heard a click, and I looked up to see she on her phone above me, having just taken a picture. "Another picture?"
"This one's for my therapist, a 'fuck you' for telling me to break up with you." she said, typing out a message and sending it.
"Aww, you love me more than therapy, that's sweet..." I said, curling up
She rested her hand on me and snorted "There's not much I like more than you, Stress Toy."
Her phone dinged and she opened it, her face turning into a frown.
"What'd he say?" I asked
"Blah blah blah, consent, blah blah blah, concerning behavior, blah blah blah, unhealthy attachment..." she said "I'll show him an unhealthy attachment..." She typed out another message and attached the pic from earlier, with me hanging upside down out of her mouth, and sent it.
"Missy I was in my bra in that one!" I said, punching her
"Eh, he's a therapist, he has... confidentiality or something, it doesn't count."
"I hope this doesn't come back and bite you in the ass..." I said "I really don't want to be taken away."
"It's fine, like I said, confidentiality." she sighed "Now let's do something brainless for a while, I've been putting up with the stupid therapy for days... Any ideas what to watch? Something dumb."
"Oh, I Dream of Jeanie!" I said "I think you'll like it, the main character has to live in a bottle for most of the first season because... reasons."
"Sounds good to me." she said, and opened the streaming app "People in bottles are always great."
As Barbera Eden caused problems for Larry Hagman, Marissa and I dozed off, my bruises and pains bringing me closer to her and making me feel loved. I wondered absently if she'd be down for a genie-in-a-bottle roleplay sometime, and I resolved to ask her when we woke up. I wanted to keep things as interesting as I could between us, so she'd never get bored of me...
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