AN: This story will be continued in a collaborative effort with Psk 132 (one word) and princess of punk 8 (also one word.)

Because of this, the story is taking a bit of a turn.

Two years later...

AJ walked around Kaitlyn's house aimlessly. She and her girlfriend had been together for two years, and she had moved in after one. She still felt there was something she was missing in the design, though.

Like a part of the house was shut off from her.

Like there were secrets.

She wandered around, until she noticed a door camouflaged into the wall. There was no doorknob, so she pressed at the door, and the door opened.

AJ's jaw dropped.

Holy Shit.

There to greet AJ's shocked eyes were walls of vibrators toys, floggers, belts, and strapons. She walked a step farther.

Then another.

She had never seen so many toys.

So many harnesses, whips, chains...

Her jaw was still open.

AJ's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

She backed out quickly, closing the door.

It looked like a torture chamber. One AJ would never want to see again.

As soon as Kaitlyn came home from her interviews, AJ jumped around her waist. Kaitlyn was used to this, but not to the concerned expression AJ wore.

"Are you planning to torture me?"

"What?" Kaitlyn asked in disbelief.

"Are you- planning- to torture- me?" AJ asked slowly.

"NO, why would you-?"

AJ looked t Kaitlyn hesitantly.

"I-I found- your room."

Kaitlyn's jaw clenched. She knew she should have locked the door. She put AJ down slowly.

"It's not torture. It can actually feel quite good."

"you sure have a lot of whips. Those seem like they would hurt." Kaitlyn began leading AJ to the room slowly. AJ tensed up a bit, but Kaitlyn kissed her passionately, moaning. AJ kissed her back, and before she knew it, she was in the room again.

Moments later, they were both nude. AJ found herself in handcuffs, somehow.

Kaitlyn held a small whip in her hand.

"Relax. This won't hurt at all."

She lightly flicked the whip across AJ's pussy. a small exhale of air let Kaitlyn know AJ was holding back a moan.

She flicked her a bit harder. a tiny whimper seeped out.

Kaitlyn switched whips, changing to a crop. She flicked it across AJ's clit, and she rolled her eyes in pleasure, moaning.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhh"

One year later...

"Do you want more?"

"Yes mistress!"

Kaitlyn brought her hand down on AJ's reddened ass. She had come so far since she first collared her. She was so proud of her little sub.

Smack!