Crouching low, Alex craned her neck to peek through the little wire mesh door. Inside of the kennel, the only light was filtered through the mesh and the round air holes and Alex had to lean close and shield her eyes to get a good look. She smiled brightly. The shadows were dark and dramatic but she still caught the telltale flicker of a blink. Olivia was awake. Alex was glad. Her pet looked so sweet, all tucked in and curled up, that Alex would have hated to have to wake her. Well, she almost would have hated to do it. She had a schedule to keep and no amount of cuddliness would deter her. That said, there was always time to indulge in a little teasing. Alex stuck her index finger through the mesh and flicked the nail over her pet's sensitive instep. Her pet gasped and jumped, scooting her entire plastic home half of an inch across the floor. Alex laughed out loud.
"My, my, Livvy-poo" she crowed gleefully. "Aren't we touchy this morning?" She unhooked the door's clasps and beckoned for her pet to wriggle her way out. While she tapped her foot brusquely, Alex grinned inwardly and ignored her pet's irritable and disobedient glance. A devilish idea had just popped into Alex's head, one sure to put Olivia in a better mood and remind her that sneering was never tolerated. She almost wished that she had time to pursue it immediately. She nudged her sullenly sluggish pet with her toe, prodding her forward on all fours.
Alex had always been of a logical and highly inquisitive bent, fascinated by experimentation and compiling results. It was a trait that served her well both professionally and personally, especially when it came to dreaming up inventive games to play with her wife. In her opinion, this idea was particularly delicious. Alex wondered just how quickly Olivia could bump her kennel across the room, given the incentive of bound and terribly ticklish toes. Better yet, Alex wondered what sort of distance her pet could cover in such a manner before she would exhaust herself and cry uncle. She had managed to make such a good start already and she hadn't even received an explanation of the game. Alex filed the idea away in her impish stockpile of possibilities. It was just too adorably alluring for Alex to set aside for long. She'd make it happen sooner or later. Probably later.
Huffing with half playful impatience, she bent down to grab a handful of thick dark hair. If Olivia wanted to play rough, so be it. She needed to eat. Alex would drag her across the floor and sit on her, if that's what it took. She took great pride in the care and maintenance of her toy, whether it wanted to cooperate or not. One way or another, Olivia would be fed a square and balanced breakfast in a timely fashion. Choosing between the easy way and hard way was her prerogative.
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"Eyes shut," Alex ordered softly, pressing two fingers under her pet's chin and tilting her head back. With intense and delicate focus, she swiped the mascara wand over Olivia's long lashes, putting the final touches on her makeup. It was an intimate and intensely personal action, perhaps surprisingly so, and Alex didn't indulge in it particularly often. For her part, she generally preferred her pet's face nude and natural. She was lovely without any effort whatsoever. And reserving makeup as Alex's privilege was just another tool in her mistress's toolkit; nakedness could be a powerful motivator and a constant reminder of her pet's subservient role. As such, being granted the right to wear makeup and clothing could be an equally powerful boost to Olivia's self-confidence. That was Alex's goal. She wanted her pet to feel beautiful and secure. Packing up her little toiletries case, Alex smoothed her pet's hair into a neat arrangement and rocked back on her heels to admire her work.
Olivia was seated in a corner of the small living room, held in place by a set of solid steel restraints. A long pole ran from the steel ring around her neck to a set of rings around her ankles, her feet resting on the floor in front of her body. In a similar fashion, her knees and wrists were also locked to the bar, holding her unyieldingly in place. Her clothes were simple and conservative but pretty and, if she looked just right, Alex could catch a glimpse of a delicate collarbone through the metal ring and pale leather collar. The makeup enhanced the elegant hollows under her cheekbones and the striking darkness of her eyes. It was a beautiful combination. But, as alluring as she was, Olivia still had a look of uncertainty that pinched the creases at the corners of her mouth.
From her spot on the floor, Olivia had a clear view of the room and the array of rope and furniture Alex had made ready. Clearly her mistress had a plan to for a scene but she had spent a significant amount of time primping Olivia and folding her away in a corner. Olivia felt unsettlingly like a pretty bauble, taken down to be dusted and polished only to be relegated to a shelf and ignored. Something was going on here and she wasn't sure she liked it. She decided to risk her mistress's anger and speak out of turn. "Ma'am…" she called quietly. She hoped Alex would understand her nerves and be gentle.
Alex's response was instantaneous. She popped out of the bedroom, having put away her makeup, and strode purposefully towards her unexpectedly disobedient pet. She drew herself up to her full height and positioned the thin heel of her stiletto menacingly over the arch of Olivia's trapped foot. "You have ten seconds to apologize and explain yourself," she snapped fiercely. Olivia had already tested her patience to the breaking point at breakfast. She would tolerate no more, not today.
Olivia shrank down as much as possible in her metal restraints. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm just… I…Ah!" Alex had ground her heel into Olivia's foot, the sharp pain cutting off her stuttering in dramatic fashion. Expression hard, Alex lowered herself to her pet's level and fixed her in a stern gaze.
"Evidently, I have not properly taught you the virtues of patience and trust, Olivia. Be sure that we will revisit these subjects later. For now, I want you to behave as if you've never so much as had a naughty thought in your life. I am having a guest over and I expect perfection. Do not embarrass me. Do you understand?" Olivia, cowed, respectfully whispered her comprehension. Alex's expression and posture immediately softened and she resumed her gentle attitude. "I know you'll be good, Liv. And I want you to remember that you have your safe word. You can use it anytime you want, even if it seems like I'm not paying attention to you, and I'll be right back here before you can blink twice." Olivia managed an appreciative grin as she acknowledged her mistress's statement. Alex was true to her word, swooping to the rescue without a breath's hesitation or a thought for her own safety. Or her dignity. One particular memory materialized in Olivia's mind and she had to stifle an urge to laugh.
Needless to say, despite Alex's well-established prowess, she couldn't execute every scene perfectly. Especially on the first try. A few years ago, Olivia had found a mysterious package leaning against the door, unmarked but for Alex's name and address. At the time, she hadn't given it a second thought, setting it on the counter and immediately forgetting all about it. Upon arriving home, Alex had torn it open with devilish eagerness and all but pounced on her unsuspecting wife. In her enthusiasm, Alex had paused for only the most cursory glance at the instruction pamphlet before trussing Olivia up and zapping her with the snapping shocks of the Violet Wand. Olivia remembered that pain with exacting detail. It had hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and she had screeched through only a few moments of the torture before calling out the safeword and giving up. She was tough but that was ridiculous. Alex had, as promised, immediately dropped the toy and set to work unbuckling the restraints. Working hastily, she had made the mistake of nudging the toy with her toes and received quite the nasty surprise. In an amusing turn of events, Olivia had spent the rest of the evening lavishing silly heaps of tender loving care on her shocked and swearing mistress, her smug satisfaction that she was tougher than her menacing mistress hidden by the thinnest of veils. It was a hallmark of their relationship: Alex always kept her promises and Olivia was never punished for a session of good-natured teasing. Warmed by the humorous memory, Olivia felt a little of her apprehension melt away. Alex might have something less than pleasant planned for her wife but she would never push Olivia past her limits.
Olivia was still pressing her lips together to keep her laughter to herself when a loud knock broke her reverie. Alex hurried to answer and Olivia craned to get a glimpse. Anxious or not, Olivia was intensely curious to see what was going to happen. Submitting to Alex meant learning to mistrust the pangs of nervousness. Two sets of heels clacked towards her and, at the first sight of their houseguest, Olivia's curiosity was further heightened. Arm in arm, like old friends, Alex and Janet chattered happily as they walked across the living room and stopped at Olivia's feet. Suddenly hyperaware of her status in the presence of two dominant women, Olivia ducked her head and waited to be acknowledged. A few moments of idle small talk and Alex touched her pet's temple affectionately. "Be polite, sweetie pie," she crooned in a patronizingly humiliating voice.
Looking up through her lashes, Olivia greeted their guest and was rewarded with Janet's palm on the crown of her head, patting her as if she were a puppy performing an adorable trick. "It's so nice to see you, Olivia. You're wearing those irons particularly nicely, I must say. Alex has told me how much you've been enjoying our facilities and equipment. I do hope you'll be so kind as to leave a nice review on our website. And maybe a picture of that pretty ass of yours. Potential guests do so love to see examples of the handiwork they can achieve here." Leaving Olivia to blush in silence, Janet turned to Alex. "Shall we begin?" Alex nodded.
In the few seconds it took for Alex to give her permission, Olivia could suddenly sense a drastic change in the attitudes of the women before her. All of the friendliness evaporated from Janet's expression and she became imposing and authoritative. She grasped Alex's chin and turned her face this way and that way, studying the tall woman's features with an air of cold arrogance. Alex's posture changed subtly and Olivia couldn't keep her jaw from dropping. Realization had dawned on her, clearing away her curiosity with the efficiency of a snowplow setting on an inch of light powder. Alex was going to submit. Blood and warmth rushed to pulse in Olivia's groin. Her lips became as dry as parchment. Utterly ignored, Olivia fixed her gaze with rapt discipline on the scene beginning to unfold before her. She didn't want to miss a single second.
Janet's hands were almost too quick to be seen. In an instant, she had whipped Alex around and, with a handful of blonde hair, dragged her to the coffee table. "On your knees. Kiss my boots until I tell you to stop." Alex complied without resistance, taking only a split second to meet her pet's shocked gaze with dilated, aroused eyes before lowering her head and laving Janet's patent leather boots with her lips and tongue. Olivia tried to swallow and failed, abandoning her efforts as she watched her mistress grovel while Janet fitted her with a deftly knotted rope harness. This was utterly unprecedented and intensely sexy. Olivia took back any misgivings and resolved to trust her mistress without fail. Alex would never lead her astray.
Disengaging the blonde from her boots with a brusque swipe of her toe, Janet retreated to a chair at the far side of the room and imperiously took a seat. Alex moved to stand and follow but froze as Janet denied her the privilege. "Crawl, Alexandra. Make me enjoy it." Alex sank back down and, keeping her head pointedly low, began her slow, painful path across the floor, hobbled by the ropes tying her arms tight behind her back. Olivia had a tantalizing view of her mistress's back and, more interestingly, her backside. Its slow clench and sway captivated Olivia and she couldn't have torn her eyes away from the rope extending from between lean thighs to crease Alex's flesh even if there had been an axe murder closing in. Even fully clothed, Alex's performance was almost obscene. It certainly fell under the catch-all of "subject matter that may be offensive to some audiences." Olivia felt offended in the best possible way.
As Alex reached her feet, Janet lifted her boot to Alex's shoulder and pressed down, forcing her to bend low. She planted her foot in the center of the blonde's back, keeping firmly in place. It was time for some theatrics, Janet's specialty. "I have been hearing some very upsetting things about your comportment, Alexandra. I understand that you have been very seriously remiss in your duties to your girl. Why, you told me yourself that, just this morning, you allowed your pet to sass you about eating her breakfast. This is simply unacceptable. Here, we pride ourselves on attracting only the best of the best and you are not living up to your capabilities as a Domme. I believe that you need to be punished. Do you agree?"
Alex's "Yes, Miss" was muffled against the floor but Olivia could hear it clearly. The words went straight to prick at her aroused sex and she couldn't help but squirm a little. Forget unprecedented. Olivia had half believed that it was impossible. She could hardly believe that the scene was real, that she was indeed not merely dreaming. She bit her lip. It hurt. She was not dreaming. She was, in fact, the luckiest person, male or female, on the planet. Alex Cabot, the Ice Queen, was about to get a spanking. Even if she broke their cardinal rule of privacy, she knew that Elliot would never believe her. Alex was simply unspankable. And yet here she was, turning awkwardly around and holding her face up for Olivia's viewing, waiting patiently for Janet to choose a paddle.
The first blow shattered Olivia's tense raptness and she had to fight off a nearly irresistible urge to erupt in peals of hysterical giggles. Her mistress's face, scrunched in a comical grimace of pain, was just too much and her grunt as she obeyed Janet's command to count was pathetic. Olivia was very familiar with the paddle currently being applied to Alex's ass. It was light, the bark of its loud slap far worse than its bite. It couldn't hurt that much, especially through layers of panties and slacks. Alex may have a mean sadistic streak but she was certainly no masochist. She could dish it out like a master but, when it came to taking it, Alex's innate princess came out. Not for the first time, Olivia seriously considered putting a pea under Alex's side of the mattress, just to see if she'd notice.
By the time Alex reached ten, her face was red and Janet relented. She took hold of Alex's blonde ponytail and pulled her upright, forcing her to make eye contact. "Are you sorry for disappointing me?" Alex quickly assured the stern woman that she was and promised to be better. Olivia shivered. This promise, she was sure, would have some very interesting consequences for the rest of their vacation. Alex seemed very earnest and determined. But Janet wasn't finished with her yet. Olivia watched in a daze of expectation and unsatisfied lust.
Alex had to have known what was coming. After all, she was the one who had set up the equipment before Janet arrived. Even so, her blue eyes were wide and apprehensive as Janet used her ponytail to steer her towards the wooden sawhorse. It was a deceptively simple device, its basic construction little more than two sheets of wood joined together to make the shape of an A-frame. But the point at the apex, even rounded to a safe dullness, was more than sufficient to inflict delicious torture on the unfortunate woman made to straddle it. And, today, that woman was Alex. Janet pushed her forward, inch by inch, until Alex could only avoid the wood by standing on her toes. She didn't manage it for long as Janet hefted first one foot and then the other, bending Alex's weakly resistant knees and fastening her ankles in place with convenient leather straps. Alex whined as the weight of her own body crushed her sensitive flesh against the sawhorse. Janet tutted briskly and dangled a gag with a metal o-ring before the complaining woman's eyes. "I can see that you're not going to take this well so I think you ought to wear this for your pet's sake. You wouldn't want her to think of her mistress as a whiner, would you? Now, open up." Alex obeyed, though not before she managed a spoiled grimace, and soon her mouth was wedged wide and inviting. Janet patted her on the cheek. "Very nice, Alexandra. You just relax there for a minute and think about how to be a better mistress." She turned and, for the first time since beginning the scene, fixed Olivia in her gaze.
Watching as her mistress was unceremoniously mounted on the frame like a record bass on a plaque, Olivia had indulged in a wide smile. But, as those imposing eyes scanned her, the wiped the dopey grin away and quickly retreated into safe submission. She hadn't expected to be involved at all. She wondered anxiously what she was in for. Staring at the unknown woman, Olivia watched, spellbound, as Janet strode to the kitchen and returned quickly, a pair of oddly-modified leather cuffs in her hands. She knelt at Olivia's feet and, without a word, buckled and locked them around her ankles. And then, surprise of surprises, she began to remove the steel rings binding Olivia in place.
Aware that this was likely part of Alex's plan and, quite frankly, a little stunned, Olivia complied with Janet's silent commands. She rose to her feet and allowed herself to be led towards the sawhorse. The cuffs were distinctly cold against her skin and heavy attachments clunked against the floor with every step. Olivia was itching to give the cuffs a closer examination but she was given no chance. Soon, she too was straddling the wooden device, face to face with her Alex, nearly enough to feel the whoosh of her breath. She was so tantalizingly close. Olivia's fingers clenched and unclenched unconsciously, excited by the prospect of touching her tightly bound mistress even as she was unwilling to risk Janet's ire. She waited, distracted by the familiar pinch and burn between her legs as Janet fastened her ankles in place. Her attention was refocused by a hand grasping in her hair. She looked directly into Janet's face.
"The cuffs around your ankles are each locked to the sawhorse by a cylinder of ice. It will take an hour or a little longer to melt and release you. Until then, you will remain here. After that, you are free to do as you please. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Janet."
Janet nodded approvingly and pressed a pair of EMT's shears and a battery-powered vibrator into Olivia's hands. "I'm sure you can figure out something to do with these until you're free." She glanced at Alex with distinct amusement and then back at Olivia. "If I were you, I'd take advantage of her while you can. Once you let her loose, I'm sure that you'll be paying for your fun anyway. You might as well do the crime before you do the time, right?" She patted Olivia's shoulder smartly and then beat a graceful retreat, leaving the two women to their privacy. Olivia watched her go.
The click of the front door snapped her back to the present and, tightening her grip on her toys, turned to look at her mistress. The power of Alex's fiercely narrow-eyed glare was canceled out by her comically wide mouth and the long string of undignified drool threatening to dampen her blouse. Olivia let a wide and wicked grin curve her lips. She decided to take Janet's advice. Only Alex could tell her if such an opportunity would ever present itself again and, well, she wasn't feeling like speaking much at the moment. Olivia had to make the most of it. And boy was she ever ready.