Karina stares at herself in the mirror and doesn't recognize the woman framed within, the one whose hair is pulled into a severe chignon, with smoldering eyes heavily lined in black and lips stained a deep red. Her palms glide over the black leather corset, up to swell of her breasts barely contained by the low cups. The lacy thong skims over her curves, inviting the eye to linger on one of her best assets (or so she likes to think).

She looks sexy. She feels sexy. Powerful too, but in a different way compared to her Hero persona, and perhaps that's the point of all of this. With care she pulls on the leather gloves, making sure that the material lays flat over her fingers. Karina checks that the seams on her stockings are straight before sliding her feet into a pair of black stilettos. She teeters a bit, since the heels are higher than she's used to, even in the boots she wears as Blue Rose.

The only thing that's left is the black leather choker laying on top of her dresser. Once she puts it on the scene starts and it won't end until she takes it off. Stealing another look at herself, Karina takes a breath and slowly lets it out before picking up the choker and securing it around her neck. She's almost ready. Before she leaves the bedroom she snatches up the leather crop from her bed, along with a black drawstring bag.

The staccato clicks of her heels on the hardwood floor announce her approach as she walks down the hallway to the living room where Kotetsu and Barnaby are waiting for her. A nervous energy permeates through her, sharpening her senses and quickening her pulse. She allows it to take over, and by the time she steps into the room she feels like a different person. One who can't wait to bend others to her will.

Karina pauses to admire the sight in front of her. Barnaby and Kotetsu are naked, save for the black leather collars on their necks and the cuffs around their wrists. Even in such a submissive position - on their knees, heads bowed, hands gathered behind their backs - there's no hiding the strength that they possess, plainly clear in every line of hard muscle. That they would willingly rein in that strength and place themselves under her control makes her pussy throb with anticipation.

She slowly circles around them, making sure that they can see the crop swinging from her hand, before taking her place in front. The bag makes a clinking noise as it's dropped to the floor but there's no reaction from either one of them. That changes when she smacks the crop against her open palm; both Kotetsu and Barnaby jerk in surprise at the sharp sound. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she moves to Barnaby's side and brings the flat tip of the crop close to his mouth. There's no need for any further instruction. He immediately leans forward and kisses it gently.

"Very good," she says in a pleased tone as she ruffles his hair lightly, just as she would a pet. She runs the tip down the curve of his spine before snapping it lightly against his ass. Barnaby holds his position well, even as a reddish mark blooms on his pale skin. A few deliberate steps and she's in front of Kotetsu. He's a bit more reluctant than Barnaby, needing a firmly stated order before kissing the crop. Karina can sense that he's testing her, sees it in the slight curve at the corner of his mouth. But she's not upset. In fact, she's looking forward to pushing his limits.

She lets the crop drop down to his chest, where she traces the outline of his pectorals before moving to his nipples. A few sharp flicks are enough to make the dark nubs harden, to make the rhythm of Kotetsu's breathing stutter. Karina draws the crop past the flat planes of his stomach and down to his erection, hanging heavy between his thighs. The tip strokes along the length of his cock and circles the head, the teasing motions enough to make him stiffen visibly. When she's satisfied with his state of arousal, she pulls the crop away and Kotetsu's hips snap forward, as if seeking to prolong the contact. With a soft snicker of amusement, Karina flicks the crop lightly against the swollen head and he lets out a choked groan as he grows even harder.

"Like that, don't you?" When Kotetsu doesn't answer right away, Karina prompts him with another light tap, this time on his balls.

"Y- Yes, mistress," he hisses out, even as his cock twitches in response. Karina turns her attention to his neglected partner and is pleasantly surprised to see that Barnaby's already half-hard.

"Did you like watching that?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Would you like me to do the same to you?"

A pause. "Yes, mistress."

Reaching down, Karina picks up the bag and pulls something out. A quizzical expression crosses Barnaby's face as he catches sight of the plug in her hand. "I added a few things to the order," she says by way of explanation as she makes her way over to him. She taps it against his mouth. "Open up. You'll want to get this one nice and wet." Barnaby is quick to obey, parting his lips for her and allowing her to shove the plug into his mouth. It's positively indecent, the way he runs his tongue over it. How his cheeks hollow out as he sucks hard on it, lavishing attention on the plastic toy like it's Kotetsu's cock. When it's thoroughly coated with his saliva, she pulls the plug free from his mouth and moves behind him.

"Hands and knees."

The play of muscles across his back and thighs as he shifts into position is breathtaking to watch. Her eyes are drawn to the unblemished canvas of his skin, which is simply begging to be marked. The dawning realization that she aches to do so confuses her; she's not sure where it's coming from. Still, she files it away in the back of her mind. Maybe another time.

Crouching down, Karina teases his entrance with the plug before easing it in. Barnaby hisses in a breath, his back arching at the sweet violation. She waits for him to adjust to the pressure, and when she can feel the muscles under her fingertips start to relax, she turns on the toy, selecting a speed that is sure to ramp up his arousal quickly but still leave him at the edge of orgasm.

"So lovely," she purrs. Fingers twisted in his blond hair, Karina stands up, pulling him along with her. She kicks Barnaby's legs apart, far enough that he's having some trouble holding his posture, and locks the cuffs on his wrists together behind his back. She steps back to admire her handiwork. The plug is already working its magic; his cock juts out stiffly, dark and swollen. There's one more thing she wants to add. Reaching again for the bag, Karina pulls out a leash, clips it onto his collar, and lets the chain fall against the front of his body.

"Now be a good boy and watch."

When she turns away, she sees Kotetsu hurriedly dropping his eyes. Her smile is sharp and predatory as she buries her hand in his dark hair and shoves him down. His arms swing out as he's caught off-balance, his palms coming to rest on the floor.

"Come," she says and Kotetsu wordlessly follows on his hands and knees as she leads him to a cleared off space next to an end table. He's surprisingly pliant as she bends down to arrange him in a supine position, his arms stretched out above his head, his legs spread apart. As Karina locks the cuffs on his wrist around the table leg, she notes the rapid tattoo of Kotetsu's heartbeat at the base of his throat. Carding her fingers through the hair that's fallen over his face, she gently tucks the dark strands behind his ear. "What's your color, Kotetsu?" she asks as she tilts his chin up so that she can look at him clearly.

"Green," is his response, the safeword delivered in a husky whisper. Karina is relieved to hear that he wants to continue the scene. There's so much more that she'd like to do to him.

She brushes her thumb over his parted lips before sliding it past them. "Very good," she murmurs approvingly as he bathes the leather-covered digit with his tongue, his amber eyes locked on to hers. The way in which he sucks hungrily on her thumb reminds her that his mouth could be put to better use elsewhere.

With a sigh, Karina withdraws her hand and maneuvers her body around until she's straddling his head, one arm braced against his chest. Her thighs strain to hold herself up as she dips her free hand between her legs, down to her soaked thong, and pulls it aside. Finally, she lowers herself over Kotetsu's waiting mouth, his muffled groan sending little sparks of pleasure dancing over her nerve endings.

Heat pools in her belly with every long, slow lick of his tongue against her slick folds. But she soon tires of the pace. She wants more, needs more. Leaning forward, Karina twists a dark nipple between her fingers and Kotetsu's hips thrust helplessly into the air. The movements of his tongue are more frantic now, and she wants that delicious pressure on another part of her. Sliding back, she grinds her clit against his mouth. Heeding her unspoken request, he curls his tongue around the sensitive nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

She can't stop the cry of pleasure that falls from her lips, or the way her body arches over him. Her hair is coming free from the pins holding it up, the loose tendrils hanging over her eyes. As she pushes a lock of hair away from her face, her gaze falls on Barnaby. His eyes are a vivid green behind his glasses as he watches them, and Karina wonders if he's imagining what it would be like to take Kotetsu's place. Or maybe hers.

There's a new, frenzied rhythm to the lashing of Kotetsu's tongue against her clit and Karina finds that she can't hold back anymore. She shuts her eyes against Barnaby's heated gaze as the tension coiling around her body snaps. Her orgasm rips through her, hard and hot, and she's screaming incoherently as her arms finally give way and she collapses on top of Kotetsu.

Karina takes a couple of seconds to gather precious air into her lungs before hauling herself to her feet. With shaky steps, she makes her way to Barnaby and snatches the leash up. A firm tug and Barnaby's shuffling behind her as best as he can on his knees. She leads him in between Kotetsu's spread legs and pulls on the leash until Barnaby's bent precariously over his hips. "I think Kotetsu deserves a nice reward for his excellent use of tongue," she says in an amused tone as she applies her heel to the back of his neck and shoves his face into his partner's crotch.

Barnaby practically inhales Kotetsu's cock, taking him in deep in one smooth motion. Kotetsu groans desperately as he twists within the cuffs, the muscles in his arm outlined in stark relief. His hips are flying off the floor as he tries to thrust upwards into Barnaby's mouth. Karina leans over Barnaby's straining body and turns the plug all the way up. A shudder runs through him as the buzzing in his ass and the cock in his mouth have the desired effect. Even without any direct stimulation, he comes soon enough, strands of semen painting his stomach and the floor as his body stiffens. Kotetsu follows not long after, and Barnaby's throat works furiously to swallow every last drop. After one final lick, Barnaby lets Kotetsu slip out of his mouth as he slumps to the side, forehead resting on his partner's hip.

There's something beautiful about the way their spent, sweat-slicked bodies curl into each other. Karina takes a few long moments to enjoy the view before reaching up to her neck to unlock the choker and end the scene.

After trading in the corset and stockings for a well-worn T-shirt and sensible underwear, Karina returns to the living room and finds the two of them sprawled all over her couch. They've both managed to locate their pants, though the shirts still appear to be missing. Not that she minds at all; she doesn't think she could ever tire of just looking at them.

She sets a tray down on the sofa table, the sound rousing them from their half-slumber. "I thought we might need something a little stronger than beer," Karina explains as she hands each of them a shot glass. She tilts her own against her lips, enjoying the burn of the vodka sliding down her throat.

"This is good," Kotetsu agrees as he downs the shot immediately. After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he grins up at Karina. "My jaw got quite the workout. I'm not sure if I can handle more than this."

Karina blushes at that, no longer the bold domme from earlier in the evening. "I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would," she admits. What she really wants to say is that she would love to try it again, but she isn't sure if they feel the same way.

Barnaby's hand is warm on her hip as he tugs her down between them. "Any time you want to, Karina," he reassures her with a fond smile that seems to be reserved for only her and Kotetsu.

"I'm good too." Kotetsu cheerfully agrees as he stretches his arms over his head before settling back against the cushions. "So...got anything to eat?"

"I thought you said you were too tired, old man."

"Yeah, but sex makes me hungry."

"Then maybe you should have more than chips and salsa for dinner."

"I was too nervous to eat anything else!"

With an exasperated sigh, Karina leaves them to their bickering and goes off to find the number for that one pizza place that specializes in late-night deliveries.