Some part of Jaune could hardly comprehend the situation he currently found himself in, kneeling on his bed with his head bowed – not like anyone could see him, but it was still embarrassing all the same – with his hands cuffed together behind his back, connected by a thin chain to pair of leather restraints that cuffed his ankles together. How did he come to be in this position? Oh, that's right…because of his dominatrix girlfriend, currently standing behind him wielding a whip and wielding a wicked smirk, not to mention the incredibly arousing ensemble. Since when had he been into this sort of thing anyway?
'P-punishment'? He squeaked, still ogling his girlfriend's getup. His face was flushing rapidly, and what Pyrrha had just implied didn't help things at all.
'Yes, my sweet. Punishment. I have lots of things in store for you, and if don't co-operate, there will be pain involved. And pleasure, lots of pleasure'. At this she licked her lips, shiny with gloss. 'A-And, for the rest of our little session, you will refer to me as mistress, whilst I may call you anything I like…if th-that's alright with you…' Pyrrha's voice took on an uncharacteristic stammer as she glanced downwards, nervously.
Jaune felt nothing but affection towards her; that she was still as caring and considerate as well. 'Pyrrha, it's fine. I'm sure I'll be comfortable with anything you do tonight. But if not, I'll be sure to let you know. Thanks you, though, Pyrrha. Really.'
At his words Pyrrha looked up, beaming. 'Well, then, let's pick a safe-word for when things do start to get out of hand'.
Jaune nodded in agreement. 'How about…erm…oh, god. Uh. Vomit boy'. I'm sure I won't accidentally say that, haha', he laughed weakly.
'Excellent! Oh! And uhm, well – I do plan on gagging you at some point, so we might want to think of something else as well…I know, how about you turn your head until you're looking at me twice, first left, then right – I'll definitely not miss that…and, spoilers by the way!' Pyrrha flashed Jaune the cutest, cheekiest grin she could muster.
For his part, he even became more smitten (and even more turned on) towards his girlfriend. Now that the preparations were truly finished, he decided to firmly place the ball in her hands, for now. 'Ah, of course. I'll be sure to remember that…mistress'. How strange, to say the word, but it sent a forbidden thrill through his body, and he had a feeling he would enjoy the evening even further.
Pyrrha smiled, a surge of pleasure rushing through her at Jaune's words, to say nothing of the wild hammering in her chest. Despite herself, she was frightfully nervous, but having Jaune's trust reassured her, and she resolved to make the experience for him, for her – for them, as best as it could possibly be. Taking a deep breath, she resumed her role.
'Mn, excellent. Now, turn around, kneel; hands behind your back. And don't make me say it again, Jaune Arc'. She barked.
Jaune hastily clambered around, doing as he was told, mind reeling in anticipation at what Pyrrha was going to do with him. He felt her bind his hands together with the golden cuffs, flinching slightly from the icy cool metal against his flush skin, blushing as Pyrrha gave a small chuckle; nothing escaped her tonight, he thought.
Smiling, Pyrrha reached for the bedside table where she had deposited her purchases earlier in the day. Taking the leather ankle cuffs, she snapped them onto Jaune, taking the attached silver chain and fastening it onto Jaune's golden handcuffs; they have come as a pair. She noticed the way Jaune squirmed with the slightest touch, and decide to take advantage of that. She placed her bare finger gently at the base of his neck, and slowly, agonizingly slowly, ran its way down Jaune's spine.
'Oh, I love the way you squirm. It just shows me how much you love this, my little sub'; a tiny thrill at her words.
Jaune shivered as Pyrrha ran her finger down his back, pausing to shake the handcuffs, as if to remind Jaune that he was bound, and under her control. The mere thought drove him further into lust, clouding his already foggy mind. He was starting to breathe audibly now, taking ragged breaths.
Deciding to relieve his torment for now, Pyrrha retrieved an item from the table. 'Oh Jaune ~' she cooed, 'I have something for you, look here'.
Jaune craned his head around in the direction of Pyrrha; and saw looped around one delicate finger a leather collar, with a small heart shaped tag; engraved onto the metal, 'Pyrra Nikos's'
'I thought it would look cute on you' she said, flushing.
Jaune gulped. He felt another pleasurable shiver at the implications – he belonged to Pyrrha, and the collar was proof of that.
Pyrra thought she sensed hesitation, and added, gently 'I-it's alright if you don't want to wear it. It'll only be tonight, nothing more. And t-this doesn't mean…'
'No, no – Pyrrha, it's lovely. I-I love it. It's fine'. He hastily said. He could hear the nervousness in Pyrrha's voice, and all he wanted was to make her feel relaxed, reassured.
'Thank You. Jaune'. She gave a genuine, full smile, reaching all the way to her gorgeous green eyes. Pyrrha placed the collar in around his neck, fastening it tight, but careful in making sure Jaune could breathe properly. She took a moment to admire the way he looked, bound, and wearing her collar. He was all hers, and she loved every moment of it. And I'm lucky to be his, she thought.
'Now, Jaune – turn around to face the mirror'. Jaune dutifully shuffled around on the bed, turning to face the mirror he had placed to the side, as per Pyrrha's instructions earlier in the day. He glanced up, taking the entire scene in. He was kneeling, hands behind his back, the metal label glinting in the light; his face, a crimson as deep as Pyrrha's hair. And, as he flushed deeper than he thought possible, his straining, quivering erection. For her part, Pyrrha stood above him, wicked smirk back on her face, all black leather and confident pose, her full breasts rising and failing.
'Are you ready, Jaune?' Pyrrha breathed huskily, barely a whisper. She shook the whip ever so slightly to indicate her intentions. She has breathing fast, her heart thundering in her chest. 'It'll be light, at first. I promise'.
Jaune swallowed. Pyrrha looked utterly beautiful, and in spite of her smirk, her wide eyes, he could see the affection and concern in her face. He looked straight ahead, into the mirror 'Yes, I am…mistress'
Nodding, Pyrrha swallowed, raised the whip, and brought it down on Jaune's back with a light, piercing crack