A/N: Whew, another long one. I might have been able to split this into two chapters again, but I didn't really see the point. Got this one done and dusted just before my birthday. I hope you all can enjoy,

WARNING: BDSM, bondage, spanking, insertion.

Ye be warned. Or aroused, whatever the case may be.


So. Elsa didn't quite imagine it after all. The first snow began in earnest.

She noticed on what was quite possibly her first ever 'morning after'. The dull, dizzy pain running through Elsa's head was disappointing , if anything. Hardly anything that justified the foul tempers of the others she suffered. Something she really need not dwell on at this point.

Currently, Elsa found herself in Anna's room. Elsa didn't consider herself unwelcome here by any stretch, yet Anna didn't ask her here in some time. In fact, the very last time she allowed Elsa to take the lead. Was that really to be the last time? Certainly, the time since then proved hectic and exhausting, yet it shouldn't have been too difficult to find some time, if Anna desired so.

As Elsa managed to nurse her headache with some fresh water, a frightening possibility stirred in her mind: what if Anna simply didn't want to consort with her any longer? There was comfort in believing Anna meant well, yet some other ideas about the matter were already starting to emerge in her head.

She drifted towards the window, watching the snowfall intensify. Was she being selfish? Elsa couldn't simply assume that she knew what Lady Anna wanted. Even if she did, would it be fair to impose ill-intent on her reasons simply because it didn't align with Elsa's desires? So much she wished to know. She couldn't simply ask though, could she? That simply wouldn't do. With her thoughts far away, she placed a tender hand on the glass in front of her.

Cold ! The chill of winter winds pierced her skin, crawling through Elsa's bones. A mix of pain and numbness took hold of her arm. Yet, she couldn't muster up the will to pull away. Only when she started to lose all sense in her hand, did she finally withdraw. Starting at her still-icy hand, there were sensations Elsa couldn't explain. As though the cold was calling to her. Madness, surely. Perhaps she wasn't quite as sober as she first believed. If Elsa so much as stepped outside in her current state, she would succumb to the icy winds and snow within little more than minutes.

Best not to entertain this ridiculous line of thought. Most likely, the shock of the cold excited her. If she let this escalate unchecked for too long, She needed to- perhaps not confront Anna as much as renegotiate where the direction of their relationship. If only she could be certain that she could somehow bring Anna around.

Thinking back to the last time she surveyed the nooks and crannies of the room, Elsa began a second search. The last time Elsa went against Anna's direct wishes in here, it ended up going exceedingly well. Why wouldn't it this time? She just needed something. Anything that proved that Anna would still be interested in more romantic evenings together. Perhaps even more intense ones. Could she have written about it? It was more likely something like that would be her office, yet it was worth a try anyway. Better than continuing with this unbearable uncertainty.

Today was an important day of the year for the Arendights, yet one almost impossible to plan in advance. On this unique occasion, they were at the whims of mother nature. Yet the snow wasn't letting up, to the point that it started to amass on the ground. The day was a busy one; likely the last one of the year short of any unexpected emergencies. The short day was drawing to a close, and Anna was coming to perhaps the most difficult part.

A knock. "Come in," Anna called out. Elsa slipped through the door into her office. Punctual. No surprise there. What did pique Anna's interest was a sack Elsa brought in with her, appearing to contain some sort of box. Surely she wasn't planning on leaving? Did she know ? No, how could she?

"Good afternoon, my lady," Elsa said, settling into the opposite seat of the desk. She stifled a laugh. "Or am I the lady now?"

Anna sighed. Then returned the laugh. "I got a message from the capital. Just warped in this morning. It appears that I'll have to act a certain way after a few drinks from now on."

"I'm sorry, Anna" Elsa looked away. "Things got out of hand."

"We've already been through this." Anna shook her head. Then, she smiled. "I should have considered that he would be there. No, I guess I didn't think he would bother striking up a conversation. I'm sure people will forget if don't drink too heavily for a while. Anyway, that's not why I called you here today."

Elsa nodded. "That's a relief. I was sure you were doing all of your work without me now. What did you need?"

While she didn't usually have a flair for the dramatic, Anna couldn't help but turn to the window. Look towards the falling snow she could make out in the waning daylight. "Today's a special event for the Arendights. Whenever the snow starts to fall this heavily, we know it's here to stay until the spring. So, every year when that happens, we have 'dismissal day'."

"You- you're getting rid of your staff?" Elsa looked confused. Or worried. Anna could tell she was worried about where this lead for her.

"No, silly. We send them home for the winter. Mainly the people who don't live here on the estate. It's very risky to have them keep making the journey through the extreme cold; the ice and snow. It's not as though we need all the help now anyway." Anna wound around the back of the chair Elsa occupied. "So, I take the time to invite all those people here. I thank them personally for their hard work, give them their final pay for the year along with a small parting gift. It's a custom I inherited, and not one I see any reason to abandon." Unlike some customs.

Elsa blinked. "What about me, though? I don't-" she coughed "I live here ." There was just a hint of sadness. Anna would need to tread carefully.

No sense in stalling. Anna went back around the desk. Top drawer. She pulled out a single paper, laying it out. "The day I met you, I received this document, along with a bill of sale. This- paper proves that I legally have ownership over you." There was no name on the document. Only a series of physical traits that described Elsa at the time, most notably her hair.

What a foul thing it was.

"Why . Why would you show me this?" Anna nearly cursed. This was going to have to get worse before it got better.

Anna placed a hand on Elsa's shoulder. "I want you to destroy this. You don't have to read any of it, the silver seal proves this is the genuine article. Now is a good time to dispose of it. Without this, I no longer have the power to coerce you."

In defiance of Anna's words, Elsa read through what was written very careful, her emotions appearing to fade. Finally, she curled up the paper. "Are you ordering me to destroy this? That seems to defeat the point."

"Elsa, I-" Anna almost felt hurt. This was supposed to be a uniting moment, not a dividing one. "Don't you want to break your chains; be free ? You've become some much more happy, more confident now. I can't promise you a perfectly ordinary life after this. But I'll fight to give you a happy, safe life. I promise."

A harsh, cynical laugh came was the initial response. "You're right. Or you were. I was so happy for a while. I wanted nothing more than to stay by your side, live a simple life here helping you administer. Then- then I started wanting more . I wanted excitement. Some kinds I'm not familiar with, but I want to try them anyway. I some ways, I truly do wish to move forward. In others, I want to go back. Back to those early days here."

Despite her internal promise, Anna found herself stalling now. "I don't understand, Elsa." Hadn't she grown beyond her days of meek servitude? Was it possible that Anna failed her?

"Maybe you're right. I don't really know for sure what I want." With a blur of motion, Elsa threw the sack aside, revealing the contents: one polished wooden case. One of Anna's. "Though I suspect, neither do you."

Click . Click . The latches flew away, and the lid came open. "Elsa, how did you-" she already strongly suspected what was inside there. Worse still, Elsa knew already.

"Figure out the code? I probably wouldn't have, if you chose a random combination." Right . Perhaps her birthday wasn't the most secure code after all. She was so sure no one would ever find the case, that code was simply window dressing.

"Look, all of those things are-" what? Someone else's? Brand new? For something else entirely? Elsa most certainly wouldn't believe any of it.

Elsa smiled. "Surprising. I'll say that much." The contents of the case, carefully fitted into slots included: A riding crop, a wooden paddle, a bunch of wide, leather whips attached to the same handle, and a bit gag. More extreme than anything Anna used thus far.

"Please. I wasn't planning on using any of that on you. I promise." All Anna could really do now was try to contain the damage.

"So it's true." Elsa locked eyes with Anna. Anna couldn't sense any anger or accusation in them. Only a demand for the truth. " You were holding back on me, weren't you ?"

Anna froze. Not quite the remark she expected. "I'm not sure I understand, Elsa." Why would what she didn't choose to do even matter?

Sliding the open case onto the table, Elsa slid her fingers on the crop. "I can tell you've used these at least once before. Not only that, you decided to keep them. Was there really never a time you wanted to use them on me? Or imagined doing so?"

There was no way out of it now, was there? Anna didn't have the heart to lie to Elsa, and any attempt to avoid answering would be completely transparent. Especially saying nothing at all. She could only hope that the answer wouldn't anger her too badly. "Well- yes. From the moment I saw you, there were a lot of things I imagined doing with you. To you. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. You were a poor girl, being sold. I never should have even made that bid."

Elsa looked away for the briefest of seconds. "You did, though. And you've held onto this paper ever since. I'm not angry, though; that was probably the best possible thing that could happen to me. I'm still curious, though. It looks like you've used these at least once or twice before. Have you?"

Where was she even going with this? Anna had an idea, but- best make sure. Keep her breathing steady, while she was at it. "There were- a few. Sometimes it would be some young lady serving under me, eager to reach their personal limits, not just during the day. Then, there were some other nobles. Ladies sick of the politics, the fake politeness, the tight dresses. They wanted a more unconventional way to unwind. Of course, all of them had to be willing to keep a few secrets. Not that talking would have helped them, anyway."

"I see." Elsa seemed to be delving deeper into her thoughts. Then- blushing? "Tell me, what if there was someone who fit in both of those categories? Someone you could trust to keep absolutely anything secret?"

Was this really going the way Anna now suspected? More importantly- "Where is this coming from, Elsa? You've never expressed a desire to do anything of the sort before now. I had no idea."

"To be perfectly honest, neither did I. For all my life, I've kept my head down. Taken whatever I've been given. Now I have a taste of freedom, or something very close." She peered down at the document, giving the ghost of a frown. "It's boring , Anna. I want to enjoy this new life, but I just can't . I want more. I need more. Even if I have to serve under you in your room again. In fact, that's the kind of thing I've started to imagine since I opened the case."

" Oh ." Difficult though it was, Anna needed now more than ever to temper her bubbling excitement with caution. "We don't even know your limit. I don't want to hurt you, Elsa. Or remind you of anything best left forgotten."

"Don't worry about it so much." Elsa gave an encouraging smile. "I'm not saying the time I worked before here was good , only- they preferred not to abuse us physically. You see- in high society, they considered a slave with signs of being stuck or beaten poor form. I guess it's a good thing you wouldn't know anything about that." That made a certain amount of sense. Anna was more than familiar enough with every inch of Elsa's body to know if there were any signs of lasting injury. Unlike everyone else Anna consorted with in the past, she was afraid of leaving the first ones. "Besides, wasn't there the word you had the last time? For when I'd gone too far and you wanted me to stop? Why can't I do the same thing?"

Anna paused. Elsa's commitment to this idea seemed disturbing at first. Yet, she couldn't find any real reason to believe Elsa wasn't completely serious. Or that she didn't reciprocate her willingness to try the more extreme things Elsa was hinting at. Still, something didn't quite sit right with her. She picked up the document from the desk. "So, are you refusing to destroy this? Do you truly wish to stay enslaved to me?"

A brief silence. Then, a sigh from Elsa. "Does it really matter? It sounds as though there isn't anywhere I'll be welcome, or safe in this country with this hair. So it isn't as though I can leave here, regardless. More importantly, I haven't felt as though it made any difference whether or not you own me or not in quite some time. Well, until now." The next thing Anna knew, Elsa was on her feet. "The day we met, you gave me a choice. The chains, or the door. Do you remember?"

"Of course I do." Anna nodded fondly. "I'm glad you chose what you did. But I would have honoured your choice, regardless. I promise."

"Anna, I'd like to make that choice again."

So that was it. Any remaining skepticism finally vanished. Elsa truly was serious about this. The only problem was Anna herself. With a clear head and the gift of hindsight, she could no longer subject a slave to any of this, no matter how much she wanted it.

Perhaps therein lie the solution to both of her problems. "Well, if you were to destroy this and no longer belong to me, I would be compelled to give you that kind of choice."

"Very well." Elsa peered at it again. If she was still angry over it, she was managing to hide it. "Why me, though? Why must I be the one to destroy this for you?"

"I want this decision to truly be yours. And I want you to be certain you're disposing of the genuine document. That's all." Another glance out the window. The snow had intensified, the winds with it. She picked up the paper. "Elsa, I want you to close that case and leave it here. Then- I'll need a day to get everything ready. Tomorrow evening. Seven o'clock. My room. If you're still certain you want to go through with all of this then, well- I suppose you can make your choice."

At times, it seemed as though Anna possessed all the time in the world to prepare for this. At others, no time at all. There was perfect clarity in her mind as to where all of the tools and toys she might use were located in the estate. The main issue was Elsa herself. She was both the opportunity and the problem.

The core question was how convicted Elsa really was on this whole idea. She wasn't the sort of person to intentionally lie, least of all to Anna. Everyone was more than capable of lying to themselves; something Anna knew all too well from her 'visit' to the slave market. This all just seemed so sudden . She couldn't ignore the possibility that this was all a whim. A spur of the moment.

Not the first time Anna experienced such a thing. Enthusiasm could only go so far once the more intense exercises began. Usually though it was Anna herself that oversold enjoyable the experience would end up being. Such a thing was why safeguards were a must. Only the person on the receiving end could know their limit. Or at least, find it out. Taking care of a partner after things went too far was an unfortunate task, yet one Anna picked up before meeting Elsa. Usually things could end up on a pleasant note, even after a sudden stop. Why would it be any different?

Anna looked towards the briefcase Elsa presented to her. Then, towards her recent handiwork elsewhere in her room. Something was different this time. Elsa came on her own, suggesting all the things Anna could do to her with the contents on her own initiative. The idea may have only come from her finding those specific objects. Yet again, Elsa sought those out on her own as well. When did she even decide to start searching? It can't have been too long. Perhaps she would back out after today.

All there was left was to see Elsa's desires through. Even if she changed her mind and Anna's preparations proved for naught. Even if Elsa ran into her limit far sooner than either of them expected. Was that the problem? That Anna was afraid that Elsa would end up disappointed?

Or worse, Anna was afraid she would end up disappointing her. Even from something outside of either of their control. This felt like- the next level, perhaps? The worst thing would be to have it all end before it could even start. In the end, Elsa was dead right about one thing: she did hold onto that slave document for a reason.

She truly did enjoy being powerful. More powerful than others. Moreover, she wasn't above using her power for selfish ends. Most of all though, Anna wasn't above leading herself into the trap of believing what she wanted was in fact what someone else did. Even if that someone else meant a lot to her. Only- this was a chance to show a side of her- be a side of her she didn't often-

Click . The door came open. Anna's heart may have skipped a beat, save for the last few hours leaving her increasingly on edge with each passing moment. Finally, the time had come to put their questions to rest. Though, there was already an inkling as to what the answer was.

"Anna." with another couple of clicks, the door was secured behind Elsa. It seemed they reached one quiet agreement already: there was no point in wasting time on formalities. They were both well past that by now.

"You're here." Without delay, Anna moved closer. Taking one of Elsa's hands in her own. "I've been waiting for this. For you . To see what your final answer is."

Elsa gently broke contact. "First thing's first. You wished for me to destroy that- contract first, yes?"

"Of course." Anna nodded, heading back to the end of her bed. The parchment was the first of the effects that they would need to begin. Handing it over, Elsa took one final quick glance at it. What felt like the blink of an eye later, the paper sat in the roaring fireplace, crackling into ash and soot. "Just like that. I guess it was important to you, after all."

A short stare was the initial response. "As I said, it doesn't make much difference to me. But it was important to you . That's what mattered the most."

"Yes- it is. I appreciate it, Elsa." This was supposed to be the defining moment. Where she could stop worrying quite so much about Elsa and move on . So why did she find herself just standing there?

The awkward pause was not lost on Elsa. "So, Anna. Can you do it? Can you- hurt me ?"

Deep breath. Herein remained the largest obstacle to continuing. "Well, I certainly know how . And of course, I have plenty of implements to help, which I've set up today. I just- I still don't know if I can. I'm sorry, Elsa. This hasn't happened before."

"I really do want this from the bottom of my heart, Anna. I promise you." Elsa gave her that soft look. As though everything would be alright. "I want stimulation . That is what I've noticed. The more time passes, the more I want. That's why I went searching through your possessions. I wanted something- anything that proved that maybe you could give it to me. I must admit, even I was surprised at what I ended up with. Not to mention excited ."

Anna looked away. Trying for the window, but only meeting the curtains. "I understand, Elsa. I really do. It's me that's the problem. I have to do this a certain way. I need- complete control over everything. Over you. Over your body. I need you completely bound. I don't feel comfortable enough to do this otherwise."

"So?" Elsa blinked. "We've done this kind of thing before."

Anna briskly shook her head. "Well- you see, once I get going, I get excited as well. Sometimes I can even get cruel , from a certain point of view. Even if you do stop me, I'm afraid I'll have already done something to you I can't take back."

" I'm not fragile, Anna !" Elsa snapped. "I told you, I want to see how much I can take. I really do trust you not to go too far, either."

"It's not just that, though." Finally, Anna could look her in the eyes again. "I also end up saying some rather colourful things as well. If they didn't hurt you physically, they must have said horrible things about you instead. I don't believe you're weak, I just don't want you to endure any more than you already have. That you should ."

Another pause. Was she thinking of another response? Some reassurance that what she-

Elsa simply held her. "It's okay, Anna. You don't have to worry about any of that, I promise. You know why? Because I trust you not to harm me. If you really enjoy doing something like this, I want you to just enjoy . I'll know that it's all a part of the game. And if not, I can stop you before anything too bad happens. Can't you believe in me, Anna?"

With that, a flash of clarity suddenly occurred. The real trouble was believing in herself again. The fateful decision at that slave market strayed so far outside of what she believed to be her values, the way she saw the world itself changed. Anna may have tried to explain it away at the time, but she could no longer deny the damage done to her self-image. The whole ordeal. If she could justify being that maliciously selfish once, why wouldn't she do it again?

The funny thing was, Elsa would never believe the way Anna felt, though not through any fault of her own. If Anna could not be the infallible paragon of virtue she thought she could be in her younger years, she could at the very least be the personElsa believed she was. If Elsa believed there wasn't anything wrong with her personal tastes, that would be good enough for her. Maybe, just maybe , this would be a chance to move on. To come out a more learned, if not better person.

"I- I can." Anna gave a surprise kiss, that stretched out longer than either of them seemed to plan. There was plenty more for her to savour now. "Let's get started, shall we? It's been too long. I want you to show me all of you again." Anna took a seat on the bed. All the audience Elsa would ever need, or want. "Take your time."

Finally, there was all the time in the world. No sense in ripping a perfectly good dress in haste. One by one, the fastenings on the back came apart by Elsa's slender hands, each one making the garment ever so slightly looser. Strangely, Anna remained fixated on those hands, working their way lower and lower. A shame Elsa wouldn't be using them much tonight, at least is Anna got her way. The last bond now undone, the royal blue dress fell to the bonds of gravity, sliding to the floor and revealing the undergarments beneath. Those too came apart to Elsa's dexterity, even quicker now. Perhaps Elsa wished to avoid becoming to repetitive.

Once more, Elsa's bare form graced Anna's eyes. Every part as soft and pristine as Anna remembered; but more importantly as Elsa had assured her the day before. Did Elsa really want to change that now? There was another genuine spark of excitement at the prospect of finding out.

"So, should I- oh ." It appeared Elsa finally noticed the chains. The very same make and style as the ones that held her the very first day Elsa arrived there. Only these ones extended from the edges between the walls and the ceiling, one on either side of the room. Both ran down the walls, the shackles at each end laying on the floor.

Anna slowly rose up, giving a sly smile. "Well, you did say you wanted a chance to choose the chains again, didn't you?" Besides the new positioning, there were a couple more small improvements Anna commissioned since the last time. "But first, there's one thing I do want you to wear."

In Anna's hands lay the snowflake collar from before. "I thought you would have gotten rid of that." Not the answer Anna hoped for. Still, there was no real apprehension within the question.

"I had this made just for you, Elsa." Anna stared at the hint of the reflection in the snowflake piece. "Seems a waste to just discard it. I thought you could wear this whenever you were alright with me- controlling things. Controlling you . Of course, you don't have to-"

" Enough ." With that, Elsa snatched the collar out of Anna's hands. "Are you really going to spend all night asking for permission?" Anna barely noticed the collar now neatly wrapped around its wearer once more. "Stop being scared to hurt me. I'mchoosing to do this. I'll do as I'm told, and you can do almost anything you like unless I force it. You want me? Come and get me !"

Anna tingled. Wasn't she meant to be the one in charge? Time to act like it again. With a tender hand, she took Elsa's chin. "If you think I'm going a bit too hard and would like me to slow down, just say 'grey'. If you need me to stop outright, say 'black'. Understood?"

"- Yes ." Elsa's lingering frustration with Anna's reluctance quelled, and their safety net firmly in place, she could finally be the thing they both wanted so badly.

"That's yes, master . You would do well to remember that." Anna walked back and forth, retrieving the chains from each end of the room. "Though you won't get the chance to say it just yet. In fact, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say so." A nod. So far, so good. "Now, arms up."

Elsa quietly obeyed, and soon her arms were firmly held there by the shackles. The job was only half done, though. As it turned it, it wasn't only the ceiling that concealed chains for Anna's more intense activities. Opening two small floor hatches, Anna worked a second pair of shackles around the ankles in front of her. A little adjustment made pulled them taut, or near enough that Elsa's restriction was near total. With any prompting, Elsa seemed to pull on her bindings slightly, showing off her total abdication of control.

This was going to be fun .

First, came freeing up her own movements. Moving in front of Elsa back the bed, Anna made her own show of undressing slowly, stopping once or twice to give Elsa a confident stare. Stalling just enough to make the pay off worth it. Her verdant dress fell to the same fate as Elsa's, revealing her black and red corset beneath. Its second outing; already looking promising to outperform the first.

Anna got up, rolling her arms around. So good to feel loose again. "Are you ready to serve ?" An eager nod was her response. "Good, because right now it seems too easy. Games are no fun if there's no challenge." Anna didn't only plan to challenge Elsa. She very much intended to win .

To that end, she produced two items from her desk. The case that started this all. Along with a thick black ribbon. She quickly worked the ribbon around Elsa's eyes, then went for the case.

" There . Now you only have the sounds of your master and the work of her hands to go on." Anna breathed heavily. The payoff was starting. "I bet you tried hurting yourself, didn't you? Tried getting the rise you want so badly. Too bad you don't get much if you-" Smack! "Anticipate it!"

The paddle turned out to be Anna's first weapon of choice. A light blow, all things considered on Elsa's back. One Anna hoped proved a point. She saw a slight flinch. No noise yet. Especially not those two words Anna felt every so slightly wary of still. Even with no words even even eyes to go on, Anna could feel an eagerness for more.

Well, she would just have to wait like a good little pet. Anna circled the paddle around Elsa's skin. Her legs, her arms. Even her hind. Sometimes, she gave a tap. Others, a strike she pulled at the last possible moment. Keeping things interesting. The pain wouldn't be the only thing making it difficult as possible for her to stay perfectly quiet. Oh, how cruel she could be.

Huh? Was Elsa shaking? Perhaps a bit too cruel. Anna leaned into Elsa's ear, paddle primed. "So, wherever should I strike next ?" Time to escalate. "Your arms?" smack . "Maybe your back?" Smack . "Ooh, you thighs-" Smack ! "What about- your ass!"

SMACK!

"Aaaaahhh!" Elsa cried. Right on the mark . Too much for her poor little pet to hold it in any longer. Anna brandished the paddle, and smiled. She had won .

Anna always did.

" Bad girl . What I did tell you not to do?" Anna tutted, stroking a finger on Elsa's soft chin. "Looks like you need more punishing. Or maybe that's what you wanted?"

" Master -"

"Well, don't think you're getting off so easily. I have something very special in mind for this." Anna moved around, back to the bed, setting the paddle down. Then, she waited. Very special indeed.

How long would she leave her pet so helpless? Perhaps a couple of minutes. Enough to soften her up at lest. Then, the negotiations would begin. Which mostly consisted of how hard Anna could make her current captive beg . Even from the bed, Anna could see the glisten between Elsa's legs. The chains rattled, each time a little louder than the last. No doubt endurance was a compulsory quality Elsa learned over the years, but even she wouldn't last forever.

The fire crackled. Even with bare arms and legs, the heat and the pressure from the corset felt stifling. Pressing against her chest with each breath. No real sense in keeping it on any longer. Her fingers worked the laces on the side, lacking the precision and grace Anna bore witness to when Elsa had done the same. No matter. Elsa was hardly in any position to do anything, and time was on Anna's side.

There. Completely free. Anna could start to hear Elsa's breathing. Once her last article of clothing was out of the way, she-

"Black. Black!" Oh no .

"Oh, I'm sorry, Elsa!" She was over at Elsa's side in a heartbeat. "What's wrong, are you stinging? Are these too tight-"

" Oh, Anna ," Elsa gasped. "I- I thought you'd just left me here. I was sure you were going to leave me here unsatisfied all night."

That was it? Not doing anything to her called for the hard limit safe word? Anna almost wanted to laugh. Such was the risk of a less experienced submissive. "So, do you wish to continue? Or perhaps start somewhere else ?"

A fervent nod. "Yes. Yes ."

"Well then." Anna leaned into Elsa's ear again. She could definitely work with this. " Beg me ,"

Did Elsa just gulp? Anna might have imagined it. "Please, master. Please ?"

"Please what?" Be specific." Even bare, Anna felt the heat again. "Tell me what you want the most right now." As little doubt as there could be, it would be invigorating to hear the last sordid detail all them same.

"Please. Just hurt me again, master. Like you hit me the last time. But- more . A lot more." Not very inventive. Very enthusiastic, though. "Use anything you like on me. Do anything else you want. I'll obey."

" Good . We're moving." Anna detached all four of the chains, leaving the shackles attached to Elsa with a few links remaining on each. Before Elsa could even lower her arms, she was being yanked forward, pulled onto the bed. Anna would have dragged her if that was what it took, but Elsa managed to crawl forward to the middle. "There. Oh your stomach, arms in front."

It was quickly done. Just as it should be.

"Now, you're going to bend over and lift that soft hind up."

Elsa turned to her. " Master ?"

Anna slammed the sheets. "You said you would obey. Do you want me to punish you your way, or my way again? Ass . Up ."

Elsa slowly pushed her legs up from the ground, raising her rump upwards. Did she not quite understand what Anna meant the first time? Didn't really matter. Anna's absolutely authority made her heart beat ever faster.

Perfect . "Stop." Elsa could have easily gone a few inches further at least, but strain wasn't the kind of discomfort Anna had in mind. There was still one important finishing touch. Moving in from behind, she reached for Elsa's wrists. Time to put the new shackles to use.

Click ! A piece of metal sticking out of the left shackled locked itself into the right. Now for step two. Folding each leg slightly, Anna clipped the short chains, locking left and right wrist to ankle. With a confident tug, the chains were secure, and Elsa completely immobile. Anna towered above, admiring the soft rear pointing at her, along with her own handiwork. Not for too long, though. Her pet did so hate to be kept waiting.

Back to her box of tricks. The paddle had proved a fairly satisfying warm up. The lingering red mark on Elsa's skin demonstrated that. Still, Anna could tell it wasn't nearly red enough for either of their likings. She gave a smile, and reached forward.

Flogging time.

Handle firmly in her grip, Anna ascended back to her original position. Dangling the leather tails, shaking them so they just bristled Elsa's curved skin. Anna could already notice the quivering. Elsa seemed as least as excited about this as Anna was.

"You want this?" Anna starting swinging the tails back and forth. "You're going to be like that for a while. Don't worry, though. Those sheets are plenty soft. And they taste pretty good as well!"

WHACK !

"Mmmph!" Right on the hind. Elsa gave a scream, muffled by the linen in her teeth. No signs that was too much

Anna's inhibitions broke ever further. She planted a foot squarely on Elsa's back. Leaning in the slightest bit. "You'll have to speak up . But to your master, that sounded like 'harder' and 'smack me until I climax like a dirty little harlot'.

"Mm-mm." Elsa seemed to nod.

Harder it was, then.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK! Each blow swung with almost perfect precision. All the stimulating brutality Elsa seemed to crave. The noises Anna could hear escalated with each strike. Each higher in pitch, in volume and incoherence. Yet, her subject seemed to wait patiently for the next lashing.

"Still not done?" Anna retracted her foot. Then, another pair of blows, aimed at the legs and back. Not quite the intense response Anna hoped for. Her primary target would do fine, for a few more strikes at least.

Smack, smack smack . Elsa's ecstasy seemed to be levelling out. Her fluids also started to wet the leather strips. Time for something else. Something Anna could be more involved in.

Dropping the flog aside, Anna leaned into Elsa's ear again. "It's been far too long since you begged me. So, beg me . For something new, this time. Make me want to keep using you."

A pause. Anna could hear every deep breath. Was Elsa done. " Please . Make me yours again. All of me. Anywhere you like. Show- show me the privilege of serving you absolutely."

Well said. Clearly, Anna could stand to go even harder . "Fine. If you want it that badly."

In Anna's desk sat a second box. One with a few additional implements Elsa had no idea of. One had prepared, but wasn't sure if there would be a time to use. Wasn't .

Now, there wasn't a doubt. Elsa truly was a glutton for punishment. Even of the kinds Anna usually wouldn't provide.

With a quick round trip, Anna pored over the additional set of toys. Which to use, which to use? Hell with it, the one she'd spent the most time on beforehand. Elsa could take it.

With her left hand, she picked up the handle with great care. One wrong move it would fly right out of her hand. The right hand spread across Elsa's raised cheeks, forcing them apart.

"Master?"

"You said you wanted to to take all of you. Well, why don't we start somewhere I really should have seen to by now? Now hold still."

Left hand at the ready, Anna aimed the business end of the toy towards the tight hole she had uncovered. With a second of hesitation, Anna started to jostle the shiny head of the toy in.

" M-master ?"

"You said anything, anywhere." The toy continued to meet stiff resistance, yet managed to progress further. "Don't worry, my pet. I couldn't have prepared this little toy any better if I tried. It's slide right in."

Elsa managed the barest of a nod, but clenched the sheets between her teeth again all the same. She had allowed this. She still was. Nowhere to go but forwards.

Little. By little. By little. Once again, Elsa moans rose near to squeals, yet she never resisted, or called and end to it. Now wasn't the time to get over-excited, only continue the slow speed she was pushing. Until-

There! The head reached its widest, and slipped into place with ease. Now, a blue circle with a green gemstone concealed the hole it now resided in. Even from the other end, Anna could hear the heavy breaths.

"This next one will go in a lot easier," Anna assured. She produced a new toy from her box of tricks, one that would feel less unfamiliar. With a gentle hand, Anna took the glassy shaft and started to slide it back and forth along Elsa's moistened folds. Pushing, just a touch harder with each pass. A soft, contented moan signalled Anna to stop playing. Gripping the toy by the base, she gently eased it forwards, once again eliciting a vague song of pleasure from her subject. That was it. The toy wouldn't slip back, but that was about the furthest it would go. This toy left only a sapphire visible at its end. If anything, Elsa was starting to get comfortable

Time for a power play.

Click , click . The four shackles were quickly undone. "Don't get used to this, my pet. I just need these somewhere more useful ."

Click , Click . With a deft hands, Anna secured Elsa's wrists behind her back. A second pair of shackles of similar make were clamped around the midsection, holding the arms down her back. It seemed Elsa was considerate enough to leave her legs bent inwards. Click .

With a one final tool in hand, Anna placed herself in the comfort of the pillows at the head of the bed, reclining back. "Now, come over here to me. Chop-chop."

"Yes, master." Anna may have left her all but immobile again, but master Anna wasn't about to take that as an excuse.

"Follow the sound of my voice." Anna deploring comparing anyone to an insect, yet there was little other way to describe how Elsa was pushing herself forward, restricted so heavily. "Warmer." Much better to focus on painstaking effort she was taking at Anna's whim, when it would be so much easier to just give up. "Warmer." There would be a treat at the end of this short trek for both of them. Mostly Anna, though. " Warmer ."

"Master, am I- mmm ." Elsa had managed to guide herself forward almost perfectly between Anna's open legs. Anna only need provide a little additional guidance with her hand to finish the journey.

"Here, since you clearly need your master's help still." Anna pressed Elsa's face in until it touched her. "I trust you remember this smell. This taste ."

" Mmm-hmm ," Elsa managed, muffled by the skin surrounding her.

"Then you should know what to do."

That, she did. Anna felt Elsa's lips against her folds, and it was finally her turn to moan in ecstasy. If there was one thing she could truly appreciate about her slave-turned submissive, it was that Elsa remembered everything she learned. That, and the incredible capability she demonstrated while lacking any free hands. Planting kiss after kiss with only her neck to guide her. Then, series of back and forth glides. Always knowing when and how to up the ante.

Well, perhaps not always. "You have a tongue. Use it ." Her pet immediately obliged, pushing Anna ever further in her own sweltering joy. Cupping her own soft breast with her left hand, Anna stared into the top of the bed, marvelling at what fate had given her. It was only yesterday that she had made peace with abdicating this intense, personal power. So pleasing. So intense. So intoxicating . Did Elsa really ask for; no, demand all of this? It felt too good to be true.

Yet there she was, burying herself in Anna's legs completely helpless yet to serve at Anna's whim. When was it that Elsa her blurred her own lines between pleasure and pain?

Pain . "Stop!" Elsa abruptly halted her tongue. "Now, open your mouth up." Elsa seemed to stall for the briefest moment, but separated teeth and lips all the same. Steady. Steady. Steady -

SMACK ! The riding crop landed squarely on the left side of Anna's rear, clearly of the inserted implements. Instead of going for a more direct strike, Anna had bent the shaft of the crop back sufficiently, and the elasticity did the rest. Another cry of pleasure from Elsa, this one distorted by her outstretched tongue.

"How was that, my pet? Good?"

"Gooth," Elsa managed. The enticing way she shook her hind left and right conveyed that far better than her words currently could. More importantly, the she managed not to bite her own tongue. Perfect .

"Let's a play a little game, then." Anna slid the end of the crop in circles on each of Elsa's cheek. "You pleasure me, and I'll be kind enough to do the same for you." Anna tapped each of Elsa's cheeks to demonstrate. "Here's the fun part. You have to make me come first . If you don't- well, I'll leave the consequences to your imagination." There were some other toys Elsa had no idea of yet. Not to mention plenty more Anna could procure during the quiet winter.

Elsa had no such time to spend imagining, choosing to focus on the task at hand. To her credit, she remained calm enough to continue at the same pace, even with the caveat and the additional stimulation. To Anna's credit, she used her free hand to keep Elsa steady. This time, she intended to win fairly.

"Ahh- Elsa !" Her dominant veneer dropped for a moment. It seemed Elsa had no intention to lose, either. She- how was Anna supposed to land her strikes with such distracting pleasure? Had she bitten off more than she could- " No !" Not content with strokes, Elsa started to apply pressure.

Anna's grip tightened. With both hands. The strikes from the crop lost their power and precision with each second, and quantity had to substitute for quality. This wouldn't be enough. Anna knew this. Elsa was pushing her closer to the peak. Admirable though her efforts were, Elsa wouldn't get the better of her. She was the one on top. Elsa would know that in the end.

Time for one last, dirty trick. Instead of another strike, Anna used the crop to extend her reach. Aiming for the dead centre. Right where the two toys still were. Using too much force would prove disastrous, but if she rocked them just enough…

"Ahh-ahh- Yes !" Anna cried. This was it. Her own climax. Had she- had she lost ? She looked at the crop, almost in disbelief.

Wet. It was dripping wet. When she looked down to Elsa, she could see her gasping for air, no longer in any condition to give any more pleasure. Anna smiled between pants for air. Elsa lay still. In the excitement, Anna hadn't even realised she had pulled Elsa's hair loose.

Finally, Anna slid the black fabric from Elsa's eyes. "Looks- looks like it was a draw. Sadly for you, my pet- you had to win ."

Elsa seemed- upset? "Forgive me, master."

Anna sighed. " Next time . I'll punish you next time." May as well give her something to look forward to. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

" Burning ." Sure enough, Anna's handiwork had left quite a lot red on Elsa's skin.

"You could have asked me to stop. Or slow down." She could only hope the misfire earlier own made Elsa afraid to use the words they had set up.

Elsa shook her head slightly. "It's a good burning. Like- I'm alive. With you ."

Anna laughed. She wanted to hold Elsa for a while. That could come later. "Come on, let's get you out of all that. I've got just the thing for this."

How thankful Anna was for all the things Elsa had done for her. Now though, it seemed the best was yet to come.


A/N:So, this is the direction I chose to take this story. I had a slightly darker, more action focused plot line I wanted to explore regarding the world, but I ended up doing this instead. Most like I'll round out this story and start some kind of sequel (or perhaps divergent sequels).