Angela Montenegro was feeling naughty. Naughtier than usual. And that was saying something. A slow grin crossed her face as she sat back in her chair, her feet propped up on her desk. Her best friend was in the field with a partner on another case, and, missing her usual midday fun in the storeroom, she sat twisting her pencil between her fingers. Slowly, she sat up, and grabbed her notepad.

"Temperance," she wrote, "Meet me at my place at 7. Do not be late, or punishment WILL ensue" She stood and clicked on her heels down to the anthropologist's office, and placed the note where she knew Temperance would see it, and traipsed back to her office.

She went to Cam's office after collecting her belongings and claimed one of her sick days for 'personal reasons', and headed off to the shops.

Brennan finally arrived back to the Jeffersonian, walking into her office and spotting the note on her desk. Cocking a brow she walked towards the note and picked it up, smiling to herself as she realised the notice was from none other than Angela her best friend (with benefits). Checking her watch Temperance's eyes widened as she noticed that it was almost 7. Rushing out the Jeffersonian with her jacket and bag she got into her car and drove off towards her friend's apartment. She racked her brain to wonder what Angela had planned and just the thought of it made the moisture pool to her lower regions. Parking quickly outside she locked her car and ran upstairs, not bothering to take the elevator before knocking on the door. "Angela?"

Angela tightened her robe and pulled the door open, Angela ushered her friend into the apartment, locking the door behind her and checking the time as she turned around to look her friend up and down. Looking at the confusion in her friends eyes, she dropped her robe with an evil glint in her eye. The artist wore a lace up leather bustier pushing her breasts up, knee high three inch heeled blood red boots, tiny leather shorts that were a tight fit on her snug little bottom, and fishnet stockings. Her hair was curled and half-up, held in place with a clip matching her boots. She grinned manically at her friend and sauntered over to her. "You're three minutes late, Temperance," she told her, magically pulling out a leather whip from nowhere. "You've been a bad girl, Temperance. A bad, bad girl"

Brennan's eyes widened suddenly at the sight of her friend, her jaw dropping and feeling her breathing growing heavier. She looked up and down at her friend; surprised by the outfit she was wearing for once finding herself speechless. Her arousal kicked in as her nipples suddenly pressed against the material of her red blouse and her panties were soon soaked. Temperance shifted from foot to foot, looking at her friend in slight disbelief not sure what was going to happen.

Angela grinned. Her plan was working. She could tell how turned on her friend was and stepped towards her torturingly slow. "Tsk tsk. Close your mouth, please, Temperance. We are not a codfish," she scolded, wagging a finger at her friend. She put on her most ordering voice. "Now. Back to that spanking. Remove your pants, and lean over the bed. Now," she commanded, pointing towards the bedroom.

Temperance felt herself gulp at the sound of her friend's voice. Oh she knew how this had all started, the other day she had been talking with Angela at her apartment's pool when they had moved onto the subject of things that aroused them and she had just happened to mention about how she always wanted to see if in a sexual situation whether someone would be able to dominate her. Now Angela had stepped up to the challenge. Brennan closed her mouth, looking up and down at her friend unsure whether to continue standing there or to obey her friend's wishes. Deciding to do the latter she walked towards the bedroom and quickly unzipped her jeans letting them pool around her ankles and leant over the bed, turning her head around to face her friend, wondering what was in store.

Angela grinned and forced Temperance's head away from her; not too hard though. She looked her square in the eyes. "No looking," she ordered, and reached behind her, pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs, and clipping Temperance's hands together. She inched down Bren's panties, taking note and pride in how soaked they are, and slowly brought the whip down on Tempe's plump little cheeks, enjoying the squeal that emitted from her best friend.

Brennan struggled to keep her head to the front, jumping as she felt the whip come down on her ass and yelped in surprise. Suddenly feeling more aroused than usual and shifted slightly, pulling on her handcuff restraints. "A-Ange." she started, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks. "I-Is this really necessary?" she questioned, feeling a little breathless her ass cheeks tensing ready for another hit and she bit her lip anxiously.

"From now on you shall call me mistress, my little pet," Ange told her, smoothing her hand over the whelp mark on Temperance's reddening backside, before bringing the leather down on the other cheek and straddling her friend's legs, feeling her own arousal pool at her core. "And of course it is necessary. You were late, and a late whore needs punishing. You understand?" she teased, cringing at the words coming out of her mouth. They were so rude, but she calmed herself in the fact that her Tempie was loving it, especially judging by her soaked and dripping core.

Brennan jumped again as she felt the leather come down roughly on her ass, a small yelp leaving her lips. Oh God, Angela was really serious about this after all and she wanted to be called Mistress? Temperance gulped, feeling too proud to call her friend by that title but secretly she found it arousing to see what it was like to be controlled. It was now all clicking and she realised that Ange had really listened to what she had said the other day at the pool. She flinched automatically at the feel of her friend straddling her backside and felt her arousal rise as she was called a whore, the dirty words suddenly taking a toll on her libido. "W-Why should I be punished? I was only three minutes late Ange!" Brennan protested, regretting the words as soon as they left her lips realising she was just encouraging Angela.

"Three minutes or three hours, it's all the same, you still disobeyed your mistress." Angela reprimanded, her voice hoarse with demand. She laid the whip down again on Temperance's bottom, enjoying how turned on her girl was.

A loud grunt left Brennan's lips as the whip came down harder on her ass, making her body jump in the process. She knew her arousal was growing and it didn't help when Angela was straddling her legs and pressing her own arousal against her. "It's still irrational that you should punish me for being three minutes late, I only received the note when I arrived at my office and I was late there because of issues with the case and the fact that the skeletal remains were compromised at the crime scene. I am not your little whore." She ground out, trying to see how far she could push Angela into taking dominance over her.

"Don't you give me excuses, Temperance. When your mistress asks of you, you come, immediately. Understood?" Angela prompted, raising her knee to rub it against Tempe's backside. "Never disobey your mistress, Temperance. You should know better of that by now," she reprimanded, laying down another whip to her whore's backside.

"I'm not giving excuses I'm merely-"she started, body jumping and a gasp left her lips as another whip hit her backside. "Stating the facts." Brennan continued, a little breathlessly. Her head craned around to face her artist friend, disobeying all orders and wondering how long she could keep her act up for before either Angela gave up or she submitted into her friend's orders.

"My whore is being very uncooperative today. What will I have to do to teach her?" Angela thought aloud in a teasing tone, whipping her friend once again with the leather and enjoying how turned on her friend was. Temperance's entire body was flushed, and she continued to flinch in anticipation. She tugged on the cuffs and moved up along her friend's body, keeping her knees firmly on either side of the anthropologist's highly aroused body.

Brennan felt her arousal suddenly heighten at Angela's words, a squeak leaving her lips as Angela cracked the whip down on her ass again her face flushing even more. Her head turned around instantly to face her friends, eyes locking suddenly. "I am not your whore Ange. I've told you that before." Temperance explained, trying to stop the blush rising up on her face.

"Well well, then, I believe methods of convincing are in order," Ange purred, quickly pulling herself off of her friend's body. Roughly, loving the power she had over the ever so confident Brennan, Angela yanked Brennan around to lie on her back and she pranced around, knowing her friend was getting the perfect view of her little ass encased in the tight leather. She pranced over to the tallboy and pulled open the first draw, digging around for a bit before pulling out what she was looking for, and brandishing it victoriously. A pair of nipple clamps.

Brennan's eyes followed her friend's movements, pleased when she was given a nice view of Angela's ass and wondered if she could wear those shorts more often, grinning to herself at the thought. The grin instantly wiped off here face as she looked over at the nipple clamps that were held in her hands and gulped slightly. Holy shit, no way was this happening right now. Her eyes widened instantly an d she shifted her stance due to nervousness and arousal, trying to move backwards but hitting the backboard of the bed and jumping slightly. "Angela.. you wouldn't dare..." she hissed, suddenly wishing she hadn't rebelled against her friend and wondered how many other tricks were up her sleeves.

"How are you so sure I wouldn't, pet? And remember. I am mistress to you. Nothing else. I am your mistress and you are my whore. Are we clear?" Angela demanded, leaning over her friend and giving her a perfect view of her splurging cleavage. She breathed in Temperance's ear and licked her earlobe, before reaching down, pulling up Brennan's shirt and bra, and attaching both clamps at once.

Temperance's eyes gazed downwards and shuddered as Angela licked her earlobe, suddenly distracted by her friend's cleavage showing over the top and let out a small very un Brennan sounding squeal as the clamps were suddenly attached to her erect breasts and she flinched, shifting again on her feet in an attempt to ignore the sudden pain. "A-Ahh... Shit!" she hissed, shooting a glare towards Angela. She tried to raise her cuffed wrists up to remove the clips but there was no chance of that happening. "Angela, for the last time I am not your pet, your whore or even your slut!" she screeched, feeling her cheeks flush knowing she was going to break soon under all of Angela's ministrations. Sooner or later Brennan knew she was going to have to call Angela her "mistress".

Angela moved her lips down and licked around one of her friend's nipples, reaching down and caressing Brennan's clit to add to the pleasure. She was tempted to reach down and slide one of her own fingers into her own wet core, but instead withheld, tickling the underside of Brennan's clit as she moved from one breast to the other, sliding a finger over her friend's slit, and pressing one finger between Temperance's soaked folds.

Temperance let out a loud gasp, her body arching into Angela's touches but flinched suddenly as she licked around her nipples causing the nipple clamps to suddenly take in their affect and a flood of pain rushed through all of her body. "A-Angela please... remove them." Brennan hissed, trying to put on an intimidating tone but it failed instantly.

"Excuse me? Who is this Angela of whom you speak? That's mistress to you, my whore." Angela reprimanded, spanking Tempe's thigh lightly. She moved her lips to Tempe's and kissed her passionately, pumping her finger in and out of her friend's slick folds.

Brennan's moans were lost against Angela's lips as she kissed her friend back just as passionately, enjoying the pleasure given to her core but hissed slightly as she felt the nipple clamps taking their effect still and removed her lips instantly, groaning loudly. Temperance's breathing was heavy now, chanting her friend's title from her lips as she was lost in the pleasure. "Mistress... Mistress. Please... ah.. remove them.." she groaned, hips bucking into her Angela's fingers.

"That's better," Angela told her friend approvingly, her tone displaying authority, yet her own core was flooding at her friend being so tolerant and obeying. She loved having control. It turned her on so much, if you would see her you would know. Even through the thick leather of the tight fitting bodice, her nipples were striking through and her pussy was dampened to the hilt. "But sorry, I can't do that, unless you apologise for being late."

"M-Mistress... I am sorry for being ah! Late." She cried, hips rocking in time to Angela's finger movements knowing she was so close, her breathing growing heavy and loud moan erupting from her lips. Temperance's eyes rolled back into her head in pure pleasure and moaned again louder this time.

"That is not an acceptable apology, Temperance," Angela warned, and shoved another finger into her friend's folds, rubbing over her g-spot vigorously, knowing her friend was so close to the edge. She leaned down again and licked along Tempe's neck. "Remember. You have to ask permission before you release, Temperance. You may not come until your mistress tells you so," Angela told her, sliding yet another finger in.

Brennan let out a loud groan, tilting her neck to the side and grunting as she felt the nipple clamps take their effect. She knew she had to answer Angela soon otherwise she would come without her permission and there was no doubt that punishment would ensue. "Mistress.. I am very sorry for being late and I-ah! Promise I will never be late again." Temperance cried, her breathing growing heavier and her hips bucking and rocking forward as Angela kept up her ministrations. "Please Mistress... May I come? Oh god, I need it please and I know just.. How much you love to see my face when I do. Please mistress!" Brennan questioned, her voice and tone completely desperate, a side she had never really shown before in her life. "M- Mistress please. I'm so close..."

Angela continued to pump her fingers in and out and felt her own arousal begin to spin in waves in her stomach. She grunted as her whore's ass pushed up against her pelvis in their close proximity. She felt like coming so badly, and knew that one tiny little movement would also send her friend over the edge with her. Angela kissed up Brennan's neck and moved her hand up to caress her friend's breast. "Well, since you asked so nicely," She mumbled, her finger brushing over Brennan's throbbing clit once more, the sensation sure to bring her whore to climax.

Brennan let out an extremely loud scream as she came, the sensations flowing through her rapidly the sting of the nipple clamps barely anything compared to the pure bliss of her orgasm. Finally opening her eyes she looked up towards her friend and grinned sloppily, shifting slightly and grunting as the sudden realisation hit of how much her cheeks were starting to ache, not to mention that they were probably bright red from her "punishment". Temperance's breathing finally levelled out and she took in a deep breath, balancing her body against the backboard of the bed to keep her balance until her body regained its normal functions. "What do you have planned next Mistress?" Brennan questioned, her voice teasing in tone.

Angela looked at her friend with dark eyes, her tone taking on seductive and demanding once more. She got up, her legs feeling like jelly from the earth shattering orgasm she'd experienced just from her friend's actions and the noises escaping her mouth. She moved over to her tallboy of tricks once more, finding it hard to balance, and furrowed around in her drawer again. Triumphantly, she held up a pair of matching pink and purple sparkly vibrators. "Put on a show for me, pet," she ordered, thrusting the toys in Brennan's face.

Brennan took the vibrators from Angela and grinned at her slyly, if it was a show her Mistress wanted then it was a show she would get. She winced slightly remembering that the nipple clamps were still attached, her eyes meeting her artist friends. "I will Mistress, can you please remove the clamps and the handcuffs for me to put on a highly satisfactory show?" she questioned politely.

Angela grinned when she'd realized she's left Brennan tied up and in pain. She grimaced at the pain but with one look at her friend, knew her whore was too aroused to care. She sauntered over and bent down oh so seductively and unfastened the cuffs, tossing them to the side before reaching around and unclipping the clamps, placing them on the bedside table, and letting her fingers brush over her friend's nipples on the way, loving the moan she elicited from Temperance. She sat back in the chair a few feet from her bed and curled her feet up under her, her eyes narrowing in arousal as she watched her friend.

Temperance was grateful when she was released from the cuffs and the nipple clamps, mouth parting slightly letting out a moan. Her eyes followed Angela's body as she sat down on the chair near her own bed and smiled slightly, knowing it was time to show her stuff. By this point Brennan's nipples will still pearled in anticipation, her lower regions soaked. Brennan knew she was enjoying this as well as Angela, maybe too much but it didn't really matter. "Of course you're directing the show Mistress, where would you like me to start?" she questioned innocently, shifting lightly from foot to foot and batting her eyelashes at her mistress.

Angela's mood took on all new levels of arousal. She squeezed her thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension, but to no avail. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her arousal making her throat dry but certain other parts of her very very wet. Her brain conjured up many positions and actions she wanted her whore in, and she found it hard to choose just one. "Open your legs as wide as they can go at the foot of the bed and pleasure yourself with your fingers and the toy," Angela ordered.

"Yes Mistress..." Brennan replied curtly, finally removing the jeans and panties that had pooled at her ankles and threw them to the side, leaning against the foot of the bed and smiled sweetly over at Angela, batting her eyelashes. She spreads her legs as far as they could possibly go, giving Angela a perfect view of her glistening wet center and lay back even more against the bed, picking up the vibrator In between her fingers twisting the end of the toy until it started to vibrate a small buzzing sound echoing throughout the room. Her eyes locked with Angela's as the toy slowly slid into her extremely wet folds making her shudder and moan at the same time, carefully pushing it further in and another groan left her lips. With her spare hand she snaked it down her body and took her clit in her fingers and twisted it slowly at first before rubbing it in fast circles. Her breathing started to grow heavy and she kept her eyes locked with her Mistress, awaiting more orders and Temperance's body bucked forward in time to the rhythm of the vibrations. "A-Ah... Mistress..."

"That's right. Say my name. Say it. I want for me to be the only thing in your mind as your pleasuring yourself," Angela told Temperance, her voice taking on a new deep seductive tone. She eyed her friend, her own arousal making her dizzy and her eyes loving the sight they saw before them. "Come on, sweetie, you can go deeper than that," Angela ordered, her mouth, along with other parts of her moistening at the thought.

Temperance let out a loud gasp as she pushed the vibrator into her folds, twisting the end once again to increase the vibrations, hips bucking forward once again. Her other hand continued to tease her clit, rubbing against it quicker and harder her breaths coming out more heavier as she did so and Brennan's eyes closed and she leant further back onto the bed, legs spreading wider giving Angela another fantastic view. Her nipples straining and begging for some attention, hips rolling forward of their own volition. "Y-Yesyesyesyess... Mistress..."

"That's it, my little whore. You can take more than that. I want you to keep that vibrator in, squeeze your legs together to hold it in place, then lube up the other vibrator, caressing your beautiful breasts at the same time, and put that pretty little toy in your tight little ass," Angela ordered, reaching up to brush over her own breast before taking it in her hand and squeezing her throbbing bud getting irritated in the scratchy leather of her suit.

Brennan grew instantly wet at her friend's dirty words and let out a guttural moan, her eyes finally opening to look her friend up and down who was obviously just as turned on as she was. Maybe this whole idea hadn't been so bad after all. "But Mistress..." Temperance started, trying to keep her voice as innocent as possible and stop the moans from leaving her lips. "It appears that... oh yes... that I have no lubricant."

"Oh dear, it appears you do not," Angela agreed. She grinned and forces herself out of the seat, not being able to walk properly as usual, but made her way back over to the tallboy and for the third time furrowed around in her draw, grabbing for a container of lube, and placing it on the bed next to her friend before settling herself back on the chair, feeling her arousal make the leather squeak as she sat down.

"Why thank you." Brennan answered politely, flashing a smile towards her friend. Her hand snaked down to reach the vibrator in between her legs and pushed it further up before squeezing her legs tightly together to secure it in place. A small moan left her lips as she did so and she grabbed the tube, carefully undoing the lid and picking up the other vibrator, dousing it in the substance. Her eyes met Angela's for the moment and carefully she manoeuvred it behind her, a loud groan leaving her lips as she moved it into her other end and twisting the end the groan suddenly turning into a guttural moan as the vibrations were felt through each part of her body. "O-Oh shit... Y-Yes... Mistress..." Temperance's hands automatically moved up to her aching breasts, taking the pearled nubs in between her fingers and rolling them roughly, her moans rising an octave as she did so knowing she was so close by this point.

"Come for me, Temperance. Let me see that pretty little face of yours contort into a face of pure orgasmic pleasure," Angela told her friend, her own hand having found its way into her corset and began massaging her breasts in time to Brennan's thrusts. Her face, no, her entire body was flushed with arousal and she felt as if she could possibly explode from all the pent up sexual frustration inside of her.

"Of c-course Mistress..." Temperance replied on a moan, screaming her friend's name as the mind blowing orgasm finally hit her with the force of a freight train her juices excreting onto the vibrator inside of her. Her body slumped against the edge of the bed, eyes closing as the waves of pleasure ran thoroughly through her body breathing heavy and she slowly came down from her high. When her eyes finally opened she looked over at Angela curiously, wondering what was running through her "Mistresses'" head. Of course she had never expected something like this to be so highly arousal to her in the first place, maybe she would enjoy being dominant more often.

Angela looked up at her friend, stopping her own movement on her body. She watched as her friend's juices spread all over her body and the toys. Angela was sympathetic for her, and decided not to continue... for now. She waited until Temperance had removed the toys, and took her pet in her arms, and they both flopped down onto the bed. "I shall let you rest for now my whore. But you will not deny me any pleasure later on tonight," Angela said, her voice promising more action in the night ahead.

Temperance shifted in her sleep while in Angela's grip a small moan leaving her lips. After her experience earlier this night with Angela dominating her she had realised how much it had turned her on, the memories flooding back into her mind and they continued to play as she slept, growing more hot for it in her sleep and letting out a small moan. "Y-yes mistress... right there... a-ah yes." she mumbled in her sleep before shifting again and groaning.

Angela moaned and rolled over as she slowly woke up, grinning at the sight of her little whore still asleep. An evil look crossed her face, and she rolled closer, running a hand up and down Brennan's side, just admiring the woman in front of her. She felt Brennan squirm in her sleep and was afraid she'd woke her up, but luckily enough it was just a dream. A rather hot dream, Angela assumed, since Brennan's nipples began to harden before her eyes. Then escaped from her whore's lips the confirmation that it was in fact an erotic dream. Angela's hand trailed down, her evil look deepening. Slowly, she slid one finger into her whore's ready folds, loving how wet Temperance was this early in the morning.

Brennan let out a loud moan, her body arching into Angela's finger movements while she was still asleep her hands moving up to caress and squeeze her very perky nipples. Although this dream felt way too real for Temperance she knew it was probably just her imagination and groaned louder once again as the fingers continuously pumped in and out of her folds. "Oh God yes…. Mistress…harder… ungh…" she groaned still sleeping.

Angela inserted another finger and pumped them in and out of her whore's pussy. Temperance's nipples stared up at her, as if begging to be touched. Angela couldn't hold it in much longer and quickly attached her lips to the throbbing bud, sucking deeply, and rubbing her finger over Brennan's clit in time with her tongue.

Temperance let out a loud guttural moan, her hips suddenly convulsing quickly and bucking against Angela's fingers. "Yesyesyesyesyesyes! Just like that Mistress!" she chanted before her walls suddenly clenched against her mistresses' fingers as she came violently her body writhing before laying flat on the bed her breathing heavy. Brennan's eye lids finally fluttered open and she let out a groan turning to face Angela with a small smile. "That dream felt so real…" she whispered breathlessly.

Angela grinned and raised her hand from beneath the sheets, revealing her come covered fingers, and raised them slowly to her mouth licking the tantalizing juices at a torturous pace. She grinned as she licked the last of her whore's juices from her fingers, and leaned down to kiss Brennan, their breasts brushing together and eliciting a deep moan from both of them between the kiss.

Brennan looked at her mistress with wide eyes, so it hadn't been a dream after all! A loud moan left her lips as her breasts brushed against Angela's revelling in the taste of not only Angela but her own juices on her lips. Her hands skimmed up and down her mistress' side before cupping her neck and adding more passion to the kiss.