Korra scratched at her side to placate an itch as she ambled along the walkway on the edge of the ship. Her head turned to her right and she came to a halt as she gazed outwards. The waters around Republic City were blue, but a shade dark enough that light only made it a meter or two before being absorbed. The waters here, on the other hand, were a bright and perfectly clear turquoise. Several meters below the surface a vast school of small, silvery fish darted to and fro as they scattered from larger creatures with broad heads and lethargic tail-fins. She leaned against the railing as she watched the cloud of fish swirl and spin. Their movements seemed random at first, but patterns soon emerged. The fish kept close to each other, no matter the direction of their erratic movements. More obvious was the gap surrounding the larger animals, a meter or more of empty space. A gap that vanished when their tails thrashed harder and they lunged forward into the school of fish, only to return when they slowed. None of these species were familiar to her, but there was no mistaking the scene playing out below. Predators and prey locked into the eternal struggle to eat and to not be eaten.

She watched for a little longer before turning away from the sight and resuming her walk. A short distance away Korra went through a door leading to the interior of the ship. Asami was inside, leaning back in one of the dining room chairs as she stared intently at the thick novel in her hands. Korra walked up and pushed the book down with one hand while leaning in. Asami started as Korra's lips came into contact with hers before returning the kiss. "That's a very nice way of saying hello, Korra." She breathlessly murmured once Korra pulled away.

"Good morning, Asami. What's for breakfast today and how can I help?"

Asami closed her book and set it down on the table. "I was thinking we'd keep breakfast simple today. Just some finger food. There is one thing you can do, though. Would you mind toasting the bread while I set everything else up?"

"Not a problem." Korra ruffled Asami's hair affectionately before heading for the kitchen. She took a few steps inside then slowed to a halt and looked back over her shoulder. "What setting should I use?"

Asami opened one of the fridge doors and pulled out a brown paper bag. "Umm, I suppose four will be good. We want it to be a little on the crispy side, but not burnt." She handed the bag to Korra before turning back to the fridge.

Korra knelt down by one of the nearby cabinets as she undid a cord wound around the knobs of the cabinet and the one next to it. Inside was a silver box with rounded edges and a pair of slots in the top. Korra pulled it out and set it on the counter directly above before plugging the power cord in. The bag Asami had given her contained an oblong loaf whose browned crust was speckled with white. "Is this sourdough?" She asked after looking at one of the slices' pockmarked interior.

"Ciabatta. It looks kinda similar, but they're made differently according to our cooks." Asami replied, not bothering to take her head out of the fridge.

She dropped two pieces into the toaster and adjusted a lever so that it was on the setting Asami had recommended. After she pressed on the other lever present the beard dropped down between pairs of coils that were soon glowing red. As she waited Korra opened up another cabinet and pulled plates out of it. Two for her and Asami and the third for the toast she was currently making. In the meantime Asami was carrying things from the fridge over to the table and setting them down. Korra leaned away from the counter to get a better look at the items in question. Two thin wedges, one golden with a red rind and the other pale yellow with a chalky rind. A tube of maroon meat speckled with white and wrapped in paper along with a bowl of nuts covered in an amber glaze. The bread in the toaster popped back up and Korra swapped both slices for a new pair. By the time Korra had toasted six pieces of bread, Asami had placed a pitcher of water and a pair of glasses on the table. There was also a trio of knives, two for cutting butter and the last sporting a serrated edge. She had also pulled out a chair as well as the one right next to it. "Is six pieces enough, Asami?"

"That'll be plenty, Korra. Come have a seat." Asami patted the chair next to her.

Korra glanced sidelong at the chair in question as she set her toast down. After a few seconds she took a step forward and sat herself down on Asami's lap, eschewing the chair altogether. "Thanks, but I think this is more comfortable. These chairs are kinda hard and you're so nice and soft."

Asami laughed and gave a bemused shake of the head. Even so she wrapped her arms around Korra's waist and pulled the waterbender tighter against her. "Well, I don't want to complain, but this'll make it tricky for me to eat. Any ideas on how we might remedy that?"

"I suppose I'll have to feed you since you can't do it yourself." Korra teased as she picked up one of the nuts. She turned it back and forth in front of her face for a few seconds. "Walnuts?"

"Yep. Coated with brown sugar, cinnamon and some sea salt. I like a little bit of cayenne, but you have trouble with spicy stuff so I left it out." Asami reached for the bowl, but Korra playfully swatted her hand away.

"Here." Korra balanced the nut between her fingers in front of Asami's lips. Asami tilted her head forward to daintily retrieve the treat between her teeth. She was careful not to bite those brown fingers, but her lips still brushed against them as she did so. Korra picked up a second walnut and popped it into her mouth before retrieving another one with her index and middle fingers. This time Asami didn't spare the fingers like before. Instead her mouth closed entirely around the walnut and half of Korra's fingers. Her tongue rubbed against Korra's knuckles while maintaining eye contact with their owner. After several seconds the waterbender let go of the treat and Asami parted her lips to let the fingers out.

"Care to try some of the cheese, Korra?" Asami asked after swallowing. "That one there is smoked gouda and the other is camembert." She pointed at the wedge with a red rind then the chalky one as she spoke. "Camembert is a soft cheese and we can spread it on the toast. I also got some salami to go with the gouda."

Korra peeled the waxy paper covering off of the camembert before slicing into it with one of the butter knives. She scraped a pair of generous dollops onto separate pieces of toast and handed one to Asami. She lifted the second up towards her face and her sniff inhaled a deep scent calling to mind the mushrooms she had eaten the other day. Korra took a small, tentative bite out of one corner. She chewed slowly as a taste that was somehow nuttier than the actual nut she had just eaten reached her buds. "This is really good. Little sour, but in a good way. The cheese goes really well with the toast. It's still crispy, but the cheese makes it a little softer. It's kinda like butter, but with a different flavor." She took a larger bite before shifting slightly. "So why did you ask me to talk about food when I eat it for the first time? I'm not sure what you get out of it."

Asami paused in the middle of chewing as she looked at Korra in surprise before hurriedly swallowing and setting her toast aside. "What do I get out of it?" She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking again. "The day we met I saw your people freezing all the meat and fish they had collected. When we first had breakfast together, I saw how excited you were after eating some sausage and eggs. I realized that was the first time you ever had something that was cooked and seeing how happy you were made me feel all fuzzy inside. So I decided that I wanted to expose you to as many different kinds of food as possible. More importantly, listening to your descriptions makes me feel more connected to you, like I'm sharing a bigger part of this journey you're on."

"A bigger part?" Korra exclaimed as she looked at the other woman. "Asami. You've been at the center of everything I've done since we met. Leaving the south pole, adapting to Republic City, organizing the dinner and this supply shipment... what we're doing here on this boat." She placed her hand on Asami's cheek during the last bit. "None of it would have happened without you. If anything I'm the one along for the ride and I'm a happier and better person because of it."

For a moment Asami didn't react, staring silently at Korra. After a moment her lips curved upwards as she beamed at Korra. "I'm glad to hear that because I feel the same way. My life has turned around since I've met you." She placed a hand on the back of Korra's head and pulled her in for a kiss. It quickly led to a second and deeper kiss that seemed as if it wouldn't end. When Asami drew away spots of pink were appearing on her pale cheeks. "So this is an awful segue, but I want to talk about this evening's session before we get underway today. You've gotten a taste of being a top and a bottom so I'd like to hear what your thoughts are."

Korra froze as the sheer magnitude of the direction Asami had just moved their conversation in struck her. Even so, it wasn't an unwelcome one, just unexpected. Very, very unexpected. Korra set the piece of toast she had forgotten about on her plate before responding. "Well, I enjoyed both sessions, but being a bottom was a lot more fun. I wouldn't mind topping you again, but I'll never be as good a dominatrix as you. Any future sessions with me as the top would just be about getting you off like I did yesterday. I think the book described that as a service top? Is that alright with you? I know you said you were a switch, but I don't know if you lean one way or the other."

"Not really. Both are fantastic for different reasons and I enjoy them both about the same. I'm perfectly happy to keep dominating you and I'm fine with you only wanting to be a service top. Do you have any idea how often you might want to top me?"

Korra bit her lip and shook her head at first before shrugging. "Not really... I'm still figuring myself out when it comes to BDSM. I guess we'll work it out as we go along, but I would like to try topping you once more before we get to the south pole. So that'll be three more sessions where I'm the bottom and one for you. Does that sound all right?"

"Of course. Do you want to be the top or bottom today?"

"Mmmm... I have three sessions left so I'll bottom today... and tomorrow. And before you ask I already know what I want to do." Korra said with a slight grin on her face. "I got a taste of bondage before, so now I want to focus more on submission. I'd like you to order me around and make me do stuff. Poses or maybe some simple tasks. Not sure what those would be." She looked away and Korra's cheeks grew redder as she continued to speak. "The other thing is that I want you to use a strap-on. I've only been with women, so the only things I've ever had inside me have been fingers. I'm curious to find out what penetration with something bigger feels like."

"So ordering you around and a strap-on. Do you want me to tie you up or use a gag or anything else?" Korra wordlessly shook her head. "How mean do you want me to be when I'm giving you orders? Are you going to resist at all and I'll have to coerce you? Grab and pull on your hair, slap or spank you or anything like that?"

Korra shook her head again, faster than before."No, I'm still not interested in pain. I'll obey your orders unless you suggest something that bothers me. If that happens then I'll use one of my safewords."

"Okay then, it's settled. I'll order you around some then use a strap-on on you. I do have one suggestion though. Take a look at the different positions for vaginal penetration and decide which ones you want to try. We'll probably have to try a few different ones before we figure out what's the most comfortable for you. Now, let's finish eating."

Korra picked up Asami's slice of toast and handed it over before retrieving her own. Five hours of Asami driving the ship. That was plenty of time to read through the book and study the different positions. To figure out how she wanted to situate herself to receive Asami's strap-on. For now she had more cheesy bread to devour and that salami afterwards.

Hours later, when the time was upon her, a knock came from Korra's door. She set the manual aside and took a moment to brush off the front of her outfit after standing. There was no need for it, aside from trying and failing to placate the butterflies that were beginning to take off in her stomach. Korra moved forward and opened the door. Asami was on the other side of course, but she had donned the same black leather dress that she had worn during their first session. There was one addition however, the straps pulled tight against her hips and the royal blue length of rounded silicone jutting out from between Asami's thighs. "Are you ready, Korra?"

"Yep." Korra moved one leg forward, intending to leave her bedroom, but Asami didn't step back, instead resting her hands on either side of the door frame. A faint smile danced over the black-haired woman's face as Korra swayed in the air before bringing her foot back down. Korra frowned inwardly as she took stock of the situation. Asami was wearing her dominatrix outfit, and the strap-on to boot, so it was clear she intended on a session happening now. Their previous two sessions had both taken place in Asami's room and Korra had assumed that was the case this time as well. Asami didn't appear intent on moving however. "Are we doing this here?" Korra asked with a glance towards her room.

"Doing? No."

The frown moved outwards to Korra's face as she stared at Asami before the pieces clicked in her head. They weren't going to do it in here, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to start here. "Green."

The smile on Asami's face widened and she took a step forward, crowding Korra back into the bedroom. "Very good, pet." She stated, each word distinctly enunciated from the others. "I'm very displeased with what you're wearing."

"Huh?"

Asami took a long step forward and leaned in until their faces were mere centimeters apart. Her fingers clamped down on Korra's chin with just enough force to indent the skin. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes." She stated, her voice sharper than before.

Korra swallowed as Asami's will pushed against her and then her hands were moving. They dropped to her pants and hurriedly undid the clasp holding them together with trembling fingers. Once Korra's pants fell to the floor, Asami's fingers let go and Korra was quick to move onto the next article of clothing. When she had finished undressing, Asami slowly looked her up and down and licked her lips. "Good. Now on your hands and knees." She pointed one finger at the ground.

No sooner than she had lowered herself into the indicated position then a hand was caressing Korra's rear end. She pushed herself back against it and received an appreciative squeeze in return. "Now what, Mistress?"

"Now you crawl to my room, Toy."

"Yes, Mistress." Korra began to move forward across the carpet and out the door. She had never paid much attention to them before, but now Korra found herself grateful for the rugs in the hallway. Soft and thick enough to spare her knees the discomfort of a hard wooden floor. As she moved towards the end of the hall Korra could feel Asami's gaze burning into her. It wasn't hard to guess the exact spot her mistress was looking at either. In this position her sex was plainly on display and just starting to show signs that it was looking forward to what would be happening soon.

After they entered her room Asami came up alongside Korra and pointed at a spot in front of the white couch in the corner. "There." She didn't wait for a response and strode forward to the couch, turned and sat down in the very center. Asami stretched her arms out along the backrest as she watched Korra, hanging breasts and all, crawl towards her. Once Korra reached the spot Asami reached down to the couch and picked up a slender black rod with a loop of leather at the end. Korra stiffened at the sight of the crop, but Asami quickly shook her head. "Yellow. I'm not going to hit you, Korra. It's just a prop to help me with this next part."

Korra let out an uneasy breath and her muscles relaxed though she still warily eyed the toy . "Okay then. Green."

Asami stood up and moved towards Korra, the crop dangling loosely from one hand. "I think it's time you learned how to conduct yourself. Sit up, spread your knees and place your hands against your thighs, palm up." Asami waited until Korra had assumed the position before starting to walk around her. She placed the crop against Korra's chest, just below the clavicle and pushed just enough to flatten the business end of her toy. "Keep your back straight and chin up. Good. This is called 'present'. Now put your head on the ground and extend your arms out in front of you. One hand goes on top of the other."

She leaned forward until her forehead was resting on the floor, and she couldn't see anything but the fibers of the carpet. Korra stretched her arms as far as they could reach before placing one hand over the other. The crop pushed against the inside of Korra's knee to urge it to move outwards. "Knees wider apart. This is called 'submit'." The leather strap ran up along her thigh and onto the small of her back. It rotated so that the broad side was flat against her. Asami then dragged it upwards along Korra's spine, making sure to press into every dip and hit every bump along the way.

"The next one is 'expose'. Get back up on your knees and put your hands behind your head." Korra quickly sat up and placed both hands on the crown of her head while looking at her mistress to see if she approved. Asami tapped the crop against the underside of her bicep. "Elbows up higher. Yes, like that." Asami glided her fingernails along Korra's forearm then down her cheek to the hollow of Korra's neck.

"You're doing well so far, Toy. Two more positions to go. Lean forward on your hands like you're crawling, but keep the tops of your feet against the ground." Korra leaned forward on her heads and straightened her feet so that her bridges were flat against the carpet. Asami placed the narrow end of the crop against her rear and gently pushed down. "You should be in a straight line from your shoulders to your knees." Korra slid her knees further back and pulled the muscles in her core tight to keep her back straight. The crop then bumped against Korra's chin, impelling it to move upwards. "You're supposed to look at me, not the floor. Good, Toy. This is 'kneel forward'." Asami moved to stand next to Korra then bent at the waist. Her hand admiringly glided over the taut muscles of Korra's rear, each cheek receiving a firm squeeze before Asami stood up once again.

"Now for the last one sit upright on your knees then lean backwards until you can place your hands on the ground under you. Keep your arms straight and elbows locked. This is 'kneel backwards'. Her knees slid forward until they were beneath Korra before leaning backwards and bracing herself with both hands. The crop was there in an instant, tapping against the heel of her hand. "Fingers pointed to the side, not forwards."

No sooner than she had made the adjustment then Asami crouched next to Korra and her free hand dipped between the waterbenders legs. Fingers swirled against Korra's clit, eliciting a shiver. The urge to push her pelvis forward to better meet those fingers arose, but Korra shoved it aside. She wasn't going to compromise her position no matter how wonderful that felt. Asami chuckled and pulled her hand away.

"Excellent, Toy. I hope you remembered all that because the challenge is about to begin. I know you want this in you.' She rapped the strap-on with her crop. "But you have to earn it first. I'm going to call out the positions and you're going to assume them until you correctly do ten in a row. If you mess up then we start over." Asami walked back over to the couch and sat down, the crop held across her lap. "Submit."

Korra placed the back of her hands against her thighs as she looked towards her mistress. Asami shook her head and waved the crop as if to say no. "Wrong. You gave me 'present' when I asked for 'submit'. 'Kneel forward'." This time Korra placed her hands on the ground in front of her. After a second she hurriedly raised her head to look her mistress square in the eyes. Asami smiled and tapped the crop against her palm. "Good. That's one. 'Submit'."

Once again Korra placed the back of her hands against her thighs and Asami shook her head. "That's 'present'. Back to zero. 'Submit.' Korra let out a small sigh. She had made the same mistake twice now . 'Present' was hands on her thighs. 'Submit' was arms out in front of her. She pressed her forehead to the ground and stretched her arms out as far as they could go. "One. 'Kneel backwards'.

"Two. 'Expose'. Three. 'Present'. Four. 'Kneel forwards.' Five. 'Present'. Six. Masturbate."

Korra looked up, her brow furrowing at the unexpected order. That wasn't one of the positions her mistress had instructed her in, but it was still an order. Her hand drifted inwards towards her crotch before she yanked it away and placed it back against her thigh. Asami laughed. "Well done, Toy. You didn't fall for my trap. "That earns you three points. Nine. Come kneel in front of me, then do 'expose'." Korra waddled forward on her knees then flared her elbows wide as she rested her hands on the back of her head. "Ten."

Asami tossed the crop to the far side of the couch so that it was out of reach. She then beckoned Korra forward. "So you've earned a reward, but that doesn't mean you get to decide what to do with it. That privilege belongs to me. Come give it a kiss then, maybe, just maybe you should suck on it."

For a moment Korra didn't move. She had known, since this morning, that the strap-on was going inside her. Until this very second she hadn't considered the possibility that it would be going in her mouth instead of a different hole. Her first thought was that the order made no sense. The strap-on was made of silicone. An inanimate piece of rubber with no nerves to speak of and felt nothing as a result. That lack of sensation also extended to its wearer. Kissing the toy or sucking on it would do nothing for Asami. At least, nothing directly. Asami was the smartest person she knew and would already be aware of that fact. That hadn't stopped her from giving this order and that was the point. Asami wouldn't feel anything from the strap-on, but she would feel the satisfaction of seeing her Toy obey the order she had been given.

Korra brushed her hair back over her shoulder then rested one hand on each of Asami's thighs to keep herself steady. She leaned forward and her lips pressed against the rounded end in a quick peck. Her head rotated to one side and dipped even further forward as she trailed kisses down along the shaft. The last of them was against the harness itself and she looked up to see a pleased smile on her mistress's face. Asami ruffled Korra's hair affectionately before returning her arm to the backrest. Korra moved her head back and to the right so that the tip was hovering in front of her face. She stared at it for a few seconds to muster her nerves before parting her lips and closing them around the toy. The outer part was soft, but there was a rigidity inside that she hadn't noticed before. Her head pushed forward as more of the toy disappeared between her lips. She flicked her tongue against the tip before backing her head away from the toy. "How far am I supposed to take it into my mouth, Mistress?"

"You haven't done this before so I'll go easy on you today. Just keep licking and sucking on it like you just did. You can also move your head up and down too. Like this." Asami entangled her fingers in Korra's hair and eased Korra's mouth forward onto the strap-on before moving her hand to cup Korra's forehead and lift it upwards. She set her hand back on the couch and Korra's head continued to bob up and down without any need of further guidance. After each up and down motion a portion of Korra's saliva was left behind. Before long the toy was shining and her movements faster as her confidence waxed. Eventually the toy exited from her mouth with a wet pop and she began to kiss the sides again while making eye contact with Asami to see if her mistress still approved. Asami chuckled and she waved her fingers towards Korra. "All right, enough of that, Toy. You've done a good enough job to convince me to stick this in you. What position would you like to try first?"

Korra wiped her mouth with the back of her hands before glancing over her shoulder at the bed. "Should we move to the bed? I don't want to make a mess on your couch."

"It'll be fine. These cushions have a removable cover, Toy. What position are we doing?"

"I want to try riding you, Mistress. Is it okay if I ask you to lay down?" A hesitant Korra asked.

"Of course."

Asami brought her feet up off the floor and swung them onto the couch as she lowered her back onto the cushions. Korra moved to join her, placing a knee on each side of Asami while facing towards the other woman's feet. She faltered while staring at nothing in particular before shaking her head at her sudden moment of hesitation. She wanted this. Korra's rear sank down and back until the strap-on was prodding against her sex. It wiggled for a second then Asami gripped the base and it grew still before Korra descended even lower. Her folds parted as the toy pushed between them and Korra let out a sharp gasp at the sensation. It was only the tip, but the toy was already stretching her further than any fingers had ever done. An excited shiver ran through Korra at the thought of how more of the strap-on there still was for her to take. As it went deeper she could feel her walls squeezing of their own accord as they greeted an intruder for the very first time. Korra moaned and she pushed even faster, desperate for it to be all the way inside her. The strap-on sank deeper and deeper into her wet sex until her hips collided against Asami's. "How does my strap feel, Toy?" Asami murmured.

"It's really good, Mistress." Korra wiggled her hips, the toy shifting inside her as she did so. "It's about to get even better, though." She placed a hand on the backrest and used it to help drive herself up. The toy slid partway out of her before she slid back down so that it was buried inside her again. Korra groaned as she rose up then back down again. The toy was rigid enough to stand up on its own, but was more flexible than she had thought Korra realized. As her hips moved it curved and she found herself having to drive back more than down. Korra began to count in her head as her hips rose and fell. When it hit ten she rose up even higher and let the toy slip out of her. "Okay, that position is fun, but let's move on to another one. I'll lie down and you'll be on top of me this time, Mistress. I mean if that's alright with you of course." Korra quickly added, not wanting to give the impression she was trying to order Asami around. Taking orders was her role.

"Certainly. Why don't you show me what you have in mind, Toy?"

Korra waited until Asami had sat up before lying down in the recently vacated spot. She pulled her knees up until her feet pointed at the ceiling. "The picture in the book had you putting your hands here and angling yourself like this." Korra drew a diagonal line in the air to indicate what she meant.

"Ah, that version of missionary. Been a while since I've been in this position, but I still remember what to do."Asami knelt in front of Korra and eased the strap-on into Korra so that it was deep enough to not slip out. She then leaned forward so that Korra's knees were nearly against her own shoulders and she had a hand on each side of Korra's legs to hold herself up. Asami lowered her head to kiss Korra on the lips and then her hips moved.

Korra let out a small whimper as the strap-on eased into her. It wasn't any deeper than before, but the burst of pleasure was far more intense than the first position had been. Asami smiled, pleased with Korra's reaction, before raising her hips ever so slow, taking her sweet time to pull it out. Korra's fingers dug into the couch and she let loose another cry when Asami's hips pushed forward again, just as slowly as when it had been coming out. "Oh my god, why does this feel so much better?" She exclaimed as it went deeper.

Asami leaned onto her right hand as the left placed a finger on Korra's lips. "No talking. The only thing I want to hear out of you is moaning, Toy." Korra's lips squeezed together to make sure she didn't speak and she nodded hastily. Asami put her hand back on the couch and her hips moved forward. The strap-on slid back in until there was no more progress to be had then back out. Korra's head turned to the side as she moaned yet again. Asami's hand left the mattress once more as it seized her chin and turned Korra's face so that she was looking straight up. "None of that, Toy. I want you to look me in the eyes while I take what's mine."

"Yes, Mistress." Korra started to whisper before stopping herself. She wasn't allowed to speak. Only to moan, something she had no trouble with at the moment. Her eyes fixed themselves on Asami's face as her mistress's hips increased their tempo. The slow and deliberate pace was gone, replaced by one that indented the couch beneath their pelvises. The force might have increased, but the tenderness in those brilliant green orbs never wavered, not even for an instant. Korra's moans flowed freely as the thrusts continued unabated. The pace Asami was setting now could only mean that she had decided it was time for Korra to orgasm. It was an order unspoken, but Korra was an obedient Toy. Her feet quivered and Korra's trembling thighs pushed upwards against Asami to no avail. The shaking rippled upwards and her fingers dug into the couch. Her face, however, remained still as she maintained eye contact with her mistress, even as the rest of her body shook. When it finally passed she gave Asami a tired smile. "I'd like some chocolate now, please."

Asami sat upright and carefully withdrew the strap-on from Korra before clambering off the couch. "Right away, Korra. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

There was, but that could wait for another day. For now she was content with chocolate and a pair of arms holding her as she lay on the couch. Asami's arms.