Alex pulled a dinette chair across the kitchen floor, dropping it with a loud thump beside her kneeling, scrubbing girlfriend. She purred with approval as Olivia managed to avoid any flinch or surprise. Rather, she merely focused on a spot she had not noticed before, scrubbing and scratching away with vigor. Alex sat down and ran her fingertips sensuously over the smooth, heated skin of her shoulder and back. As Olivia continued to try and ignore her, though it was clearly becoming more difficult, Alex took the opportunity to caress her pet's firm, working muscles and enjoy the sheen of sweat her demands and Olivia's labors.
"You look like you're working really hard, sweetie, and the floor looks great. Seems like you're almost done. How would you like a little encouragement?" She let the pitch of her voice drop as she spoke until, on the last work, it was husky and inviting. Alex smiled inwardly, barely able to contain her glee as Olivia took her generously offered bait.
"Please, ma'am. I would like that." Olivia murmured her answer with all of the innocence Alex had hoped for, obviously never suspecting her mistress's idea of encouragement might be different than her own. With her left hand, Alex toyed with the damp hair at Olivia's temple, ruffling and then smoothing the soft strands, just the way she knew would put her pet at ease. Carefully distracting her in this way, Alex snuck her hidden right hand from behind her back. Only then did the devilish grin she had struggled so hard to keep hidden appear on her lips.
The first stinging blow was incredibly satisfying. In an instant, Olivia's expression changed from one of coddled reward to a grimace of pain and unpleasant surprise. Almost before the snap of the cane died away, Olivia's strangled yelp echoed in the small kitchen. She dropped the scrubbing brush, splattering Alex's feet with fine spray, and reached to protect her abused ass, an effort made almost comical as she forgot about the handcuffs and leash still locked in place. With cat-like quickness, Alex's hand flashed out and grasped Olivia's chin tightly, forcing her to look up.
"Oh, Liv. You got my toes wet. You're going to regret that." Though her words were serious, she laughed dangerously, practically cackling as Olivia flung herself at her feet, kissing away the stray droplets and apologizing hurriedly. A few moments of this and Alex grew impatient. She shoved Olivia's face away with her foot. "Floor, woman," she barked, punctuating her order with a second stinging blow. Olivia squeaked again and snatched up her brush, laying into the remaining tiles with completely renewed enthusiasm.
Unfortunately for Olivia, this vigor only served to make her ass even more attractive to her devilish mistress as her firm, supple muscles flexed with every swipe of the brush. Alex simply couldn't help laying into that beautiful flesh with the cane, marking each buttock with a row of evenly spaced and parallel welts. Olivia, no longer caught unawares, controlled herself with as much grace as her humiliating position allowed. She worked as quickly as she could, hardly even pausing to gasp at each fresh bloom of pain. She had spent enough time in situations like this, with Alex wielding one implement or another, to know that relief would only come when she had satisfied her persistent mistress. She only hoped that, when Alex had had her fill, she would still be able to sit.
Olivia tried to focus on her posture. No matter how tired or uncomfortable she was, her mistress expected perfection. But it was difficult not to squirm. After an afternoon of hands-and-knees scrubbing, torturing toys, the riding crop and the cane, Olivia couldn't help hoping Alex had some rest planned. However, she had the dark feeling that things would get worse before they got better. Rethinking, Olivia changed her wording as an invisible flush of pleasure and anticipation almost made her smile. Perhaps "worse" wasn't precisely correct. As much as she hated it, Olivia had to admit that she loved it more and, if she knew Alex, the reward for her obedience and endurance would more than make up for any discomfort.
Taking all of these thoughts into consideration did not, however, lessen the urge to move and relieve the pain stabbing at her nipples. Alex was smart. There was no doubt about that. She was also creative. These traits made her a precise and deadly lawyer. They also helped her to be a tough and infuriating mistress to her pet. In short, she was very good at keeping Olivia constantly on her toes and half crazy. The apron Alex dressed her pet in so she could cook dinner was one of these typical, devilish ideas she so reveled in dreaming up and, of course, implementing.
It was a normal apron in every sense: made of brown canvas and used regularly in their kitchen. But, true to Alex's playful nature, she had forgone the use of the loop at the top in favor of attaching the bib directly to Olivia's body via a pair of inescapable nipple clamps. After the first bite, the pain hadn't been bad. In addition, Olivia had had the benefit of a distraction: cooking Alex's steak and broccoli with bound hands. Now that Alex was enjoying her dinner, leaving her pet kneeling at her feet, Olivia couldn't help focusing on the cruel clamps. She desperately wanted to take them off even though she knew the pain of the blood rushing back to her tender nipples would be the worst of all. That said, at least that agony would last only a few seconds. This, it seemed, would stretch out according to Alex's will and whim.
A sudden touch at her lips dragged Olivia back from her distracted musing. She became aware of Alex's wide smile beaming down at her. "Open, Liv." Olivia complied and Alex fed her a small bite of meat with her thumb and forefinger, waiting patiently for her pet to take the bite and clean her fingers with her lips and tongue. Alex petted Olivia's head as she chewed slowly before returning to her place and utensils to cut Olivia a piece of broccoli. She chuckled to herself. What sort of mistress would she be if she neglected to make sure her pet ate her vegetables?
Alex dropped the handcuffs onto the bedside table, ignoring the clatter as she took each of Olivia's wrists in her hands, rubbed them briefly and pressed them to the pillows at the head of the bed. Olivia made no protest; she was surprisingly tired and achy and she was quite willing to accept the reward she was sure Alex had planned. She had certainly earned it.
Alex lavished attention on her pet, massaging and caressing sore muscles and warm skin and practically smothering her with kisses. Olivia had done an excellent job completing the tasks she was given, especially considering the awkward restraints and torturous devices Alex had inflicted on her. Really, the steak had been delicious and the floor had rarely sparkled like it did now. Even Alex, as stern a mistress as she could be, decided that Olivia deserved something nice.
She crawled downwards, pausing often to pay particular attention to special points of erotic interest with her lips or teeth or fingertips. She knew that her slow progress would make Olivia moan and writhe under her. After all, she had had hours of boredom to spend daydreaming and an afternoon of continual stimulation from toys and Alex's own hands to arouse her. More than anything, Olivia wanted release and every part of her body made that simple desire known to Alex. What Alex did with that information… well, that was entirely up to her. Olivia hoped her mistress would be merciful.
Continuing to rub her cheek against Olivia's flat belly, Alex only fumbled for a short time before managing to pull the rope from around her girlfriend's waist. When the red crease marks on her skin and her swollen labia were revealed, Alex had to pause for a shuddering breath. Now that was how sexy was meant to be. She couldn't help diving in, licking and nipping at the texture left behind by the rope. She couldn't help groaning against Olivia's body. If her girlfriend had made a sound at that moment – any sound at all – Alex would be completely undone and she would have gladly thrown all of her carefully developed plans out of the nearest window. Olivia could always do that to her.
Only by breathing deeply, despite the constant reminder of Olivia's scent, did Alex managed to pull herself back together and move along. Though Olivia's body was intoxicating, Alex was determined to be patient. She pushed Olivia's knees apart with trembling hands and only just managed to keep her senses as all of her girlfriend's beautiful core was laid out for her with absolute love and trust. This was going to be a lot more difficult than Alex had anticipated. She hoped Olivia would later appreciate what Alex was sacrificing.
Sighing sensuously, Alex gave the dildo a final wiggle before pulling it gently from her lover's body. Eyes closed, Olivia matched her mistress's long sigh as emptiness made her almost regret the loss. But Alex's hands were finally close to where Olivia wanted them so desperately. Just a few more moments and she was sure Alex would grant her wishes.
Just as gently, Alex grasped the remaining toy and began to ease it free. Here, though she wanted to be distracted by the pretty changes of expression flitting across Olivia's face at these new sensations, she focused on her task. She didn't want to give Olivia any reason to fear or resent the use of plugs. Alex wanted their use to be a treat, not a punishment. Finally, the toy was removed and Olivia moaned in real, deeply felt loss. She had grown used to the toys, pretending they were her mistress's own hands filling her. Now that they were gone, her need spiked and her body cried out for Alex. She bit her lip hard. It was the only way to keep from begging.
Alex took only a moment to turn and remove the cuffs from Olivia's ankles; they wouldn't be needed now. When she returned her attention to Olivia's face she simultaneously wanted to laugh out loud and thrust her tongue into her girlfriend's inviting folds. Controlling her lewder urges, Alex chuckled and crawled back towards the headboard to kiss Olivia with playful but bruising force. There was something important to be said for humor in the bedroom. That was the attitude Alex always tried to bring to their play. Otherwise, there were times when what they did might border on something upsetting or even disturbing. In Alex's opinion, there play was called "play" for a reason. It was meant to be enjoyable and fun for both of them.
She lingered in her kiss, enjoying every moment of the intimate contact. Olivia loved being kissed. Her lips, Alex was certain, had been designed by God for kissing and she indulged her desire to capture those lips with her own at every available opportunity. Without breaking their kiss, Alex slipped her hand between Olivia's legs and began to stroke her pet with feather-light pressure. She wanted to bring Olivia close. She wanted the brunette senselessly wanton and teetering on the brink of climax, but she knew it wouldn't take much. In fact, after only a few seconds, Olivia turned her head away and began to tremble in earnest. This was it. Alex smiled with pleasure and ascetic self-denial.
"Alright, sweetie," she whispered throatily. "Time for bed." With no other parting words, Alex withdrew her hand and sprang from the bed. Before Olivia had a chance to order her thoughts or even make a single sound, Alex had picked up their discarded toys and disappeared into the bathroom. She knew that their toys would have to be washed for later use and that she needed a few minutes alone to get herself under control.
Once the door was shut, she worked quickly, drying her toys and brushing her teeth. She wanted to get back to bed before Olivia got antsy and called her tenuous bluff. Tugging her pajamas on, Alex glanced at herself in the mirror. Before she went back out, she wanted to be sure her stern mistress's expression was firmly in place. No matter how disappointed Olivia was, Alex still expected to be respected and for her orders to be obeyed. Perhaps more importantly, she wanted her game face on so that she would give herself the respect she deserved. Olivia, she was sure, would be very convincing but Alex was determined to stand her ground and keep to the plan. Pleasure would come soon enough.