I wasn't sure what had gotten us into this situation. Rather… how I got into this situation, but… it didn't seem to matter now. The first thought I had when I saw Belle in such a tight, short, and shiny black dress fitting beautifully around her body with a full view of her cleavage, wearing heels that would surpass my height… she was just beautiful. I couldn't stop staring. Even at first glance… I was already hypnotized by the sight of her hips swaying right to left in that dress, in the dark… where candles lit up the bedroom - and, of course, all over my apartment.

I could barely breathe, could barely… stand. I thought nothing more than to just witness this beauty forever - not willing to even shed a single bit of clothes off her. I didn't have to.

"Happy 22nd birthday, my little snowflake," she giggled, handing me a flute of champagne. I took it, unknowingly. Clinked our glass, unknowingly. And we drank.

I still couldn't keep my blue eyes off her.

"You look beautiful," I stated, my voice already drunk with seduction.

She chuckled in the same manner. "Please, I wouldn't miss looking like this for you. Especially on your special day, Elsa." She held my waist, bringing herself against me. I swore, she could hear my heart beating faster than ever… but I always knew to keep myself composed. Or… it was just who I was.

It was a special day, indeed… where my neck was wrapped around with a collar, bare hind raised up like vulnerable dog… legs spread apart - revealing everything that dripped of arousal and fear - and my wrists were angled straight down against my stomach, where black ropes held them together along with my ankles. I couldn't move at all, and if I ever tried to… another limb would move.

It felt tight… all of this. My neck hurt. My wrists and ankles ached. But she loved it.

The room wasn't awfully dark, but I could always sense her presence and those coffee brown eyes staring down at me.

Being her submissive… didn't give me a lot of freedom… but on the other hand, I felt free. I could be distracted. I could feel pain… the pleasure… the love that she could provide me that nobody had ever provided me.

My shoulder ached, but it wasn't so bad with her finger - or was it her foot? - soothing the spot, tracing the outline of the healing tattoo that covered it. I swallowed. Yes… how did I even agree to do this?

"My pet…"

I hitched my breath, feeling her cold right heel trying to spread me more. How could I? As vulgar as it may be… my pussy and asshole were all exposed to her. All for her. I was all for her to use. I was ready.

"My pet, you don't like celebrating your birthday?"

I learned not to speak even if she asked me a question until she explicitly told me to speak. All I could do… was spread as much as I could for her, let her enjoy the sight of the waterfall of arousal that I felt for her right now.

"Speak."

"Yes…" I answered very quickly. She hated waiting, and neither was I fond of that either. "Yes, I love celebrating my birthday with you."

"Specifically like this?" Her hand began to feel up against my ass, and all I could do was shiver.

"Yes…"

"You don't sound so enthusiastic. Should I just leave?"

I tensed. "No!" I had never yelled so loudly in refusal like this. "No, don't leave. I… I love this." Screw it. "I love you… I want to celebrate my birthday with you."

"Then fucking tell me what you want me to do." Feeling Belle's breath against her ear sent me trembling with fear and anticipation, and I could not feel any less humiliated in this position, even if it was just the two of us. Her hand squeezed my ass, where a jolt of pleasure spiraled down my spine.

"Fuck me…"

"'Fuck me' how, hm?" She mocked. "I have plenty of toys I could use. Plenty of holes I could use…" A soft tongue swiped against the shell of my ear, and I just froze. Holes… she called me holes. "Hm? What's it going to be, slut?" She tugged the leash around my neck. I didn't know what to think, and barely, could I even breathe in a single breath.

"Belle -"

"MISTRESS!" Fuck. "You know, you don't deserve any toys. It's your birthday, but one little mistake, and you've already made this day a deathwish." Fuck, fuck, way Belle huffed her breath, how the mattress kept sinking… I realized Belle had gotten down on her knees. A sharp press of something… incredibly cold and pointy pressed onto my core. I didn't scream, didn't gasp.

I took the time to familiarize with the object, only to realize… once her bare foot was grazing on the side of my leg, her front part of the heel was pressed on pussy. I sighed, mouth gaping open in surprise… but I didn't dare to look behind me. I couldn't anyway, feeling my neck strain when I tried to even move just a little bit.

"Say it. Who I am?"

I held my breath. "Mistress. My mistress. I apologize."

"You better be sorry." I couldn't believe what was happening with the surface of her heel pressed right against my clit… between my lower wet lips. My mouth gaped open in surprise… and I could nothing but let out silent moans. My body trembled like it had never been pleasured like this before. I had never had someone fuck me with a heel.

"Mmm…" I bit my lip, uncaring if I could bleed or not. My feet tensed, curling… but I could do nothing. The silence was overwhelming, and I could hear all the noises my body was making - humiliating me - and I felt tortured by her.

"Oh, look at you… you're so hungry, you don't even care what it is as long as it relieves you, huh?" I could feel her piercing eyes staring at me. With her… I didn't care. She could humiliate me all she wanted, and I wouldn't give a damn.

I shook my head, trying my hardest not to moan.

And almost like she had read my mind… "Oh? You won't moan? What about now?" She placed the end of the heel right into me, sliding into my gaping, throbbing hole. I couldn't believe what she was doing to me, but I accommodated with it. I sighed, very needy… whining almost… and I wished I could spread my legs, could take all of her in… but I couldn't.

I gasped for air, only to feel her two fingers slowly rubbing against the rim of my asshole. Not there… Oh, I could never do what she would do there… "Mistress…"

"Don't argue with me, you've already earned this much of a punishment. You want to come, don't you?"

Just ever so slightly, I could feel the tip of her fingers… driving into my ass. At least, I could answer her one question, "yes… please…"

Her heel started pumping in and out of me, gushing with nothing but pleasure… with nothing but want… and Gods, the thrill of this… it was so real. I could forget about everything else and let her do whatever she wanted with my body. I deserved it.

"Elsa, fuck!" She pushed her two fingers inside of my tight ass. I could barely make out a whimper, my eyes crying out tears of lust… and I knew, I knew she loved this temple that was my body. I ached for her, and she ached for my love - my response… and I didn't hesitate to moan for her, lust for her.

And like a sailor, I cursed into the sky, groaning… trying to push my body to do more… but it just wasn't enough. I felt her front leaning against my back, her hot breath making every single hair on my neck stand.

"Do you enjoy this? You rarely wanted me to fuck you in the ass too… Mm… you're drooling, baby."

Even I didn't notice. But I didn't care. I couldn't say a damn thing, only letting my body speak - screaming in desire… screaming to come. Oh, I wanted to come badly… and I hoped she would let me. "Please…"

Belle raised an eyebrow. "Please, hm? Birthday girl, are you such a whore that you are willing to come from being fucked in your precious ass? With a heel in your pussy?"

Oh, God. I was absolutely speechless, but I couldn't bear it anymore. I wanted it. I needed it. She could fuck me and punish me all day if she wanted to… but I needed this. "Yes, I'm a whore. Your whore… Mistress, I want to come -"

And before she could even say the word, I was trembling uncontrollably, muscle tensed, eyes seeing light flashing before them… and my throat was just feeling more than raw as I screamed into oblivion.

The next thing I knew… I was laid naked on my side, arms and legs loose from its bond. My breathing had slowed… and Belle's fingers were running through my hair, her gentle voice singing me into relaxation. I sighed, feeling her arms hugging around my waist, and I didn't hesitate to hug her back.

"That was different," I whispered to her.

"Hm," she kissed my shoulder, looking over to watch my blank eyes, "I hope it's to your liking."

I couldn't help but smile. "That… was different and incredible. I almost forgot to say."

"Well, well… Miss Blondie Perfection, did I fuck you hard enough that you almost forgot words? I think I've achieved something," Belle chuckled, leaning on her back when she noticed me shift… and roll over to straddle my naked self on her stomach.

Fringes of hair blocked my view as I tilted my head to the side… but that didn't stop me from seeing how Belle's hands were still dancing down my abdomen.

I observed her silently like a feline… but of course, she just wasn't faltered. I licked my lips. "You are never going to do that again."

"Please, who's in charge here? Who's wearing the collar, hm?"

I scoffed. She wasn't wrong. "You make it very impossible for me to do anything."

"Well…" Belle smiled with a hint of pride, arms laid to her side. She ran her fingers through her luscious hair back. "I did warn you I can be a pretty nasty mistress. But I only want what's best for my snowflake."

"Should I be glad it wasn't you that fucked my shoulder up either?"

"You should be glad I'm still letting you talk with that running mouth of yours. Now, where is that gag…"

"Shh…" I placed a finger on her lips. "You can gag me another time. Now, I just… want to drive you more insane with that running mouth of mine."

a/n: well... i guess i should thank Abysmal0's fanart because i ended up writing this