Day 17 - Sensory Deprivation
(Does this count as Kink if there is no sex & its fluff but it was requested so here you go)
"Sweetheart," Maggie's voice was soft, tender, her hand moving lightly down Alex's tear-streaked face, caressing her cheek. The blonde's hair, usually so perfectly styled, now stuck to her damp skin, framing her face in wild, messy strands. Alex tried to catch her breath, but the sobs wracked her body, unrelenting, and Maggie's heart clenched at the sight. She hated seeing Alex like this, so vulnerable, so overwhelmed.
"It's okay, babe," Maggie whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Alex's forehead. "I'm going to take care of you."
They had been about to have sex. When weren't they, these days? Alex had been insatiable, her desire seemingly endless, and Maggie had been happy to oblige. But now, looking back, Maggie realized the signs had been there all along. Alex was using sex the same way she'd used alcohol, as a way to escape, to numb the pain. It was her unhealthy coping mechanism, the one she always fell back on when things got too hard.
Alex's chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, but the tears continued to fall, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions. Maggie's hand never left her, her thumb brushing away the tears as she softly guided Alex down onto the bed, her movements slow and careful.
"Shhh, I've got you," Maggie murmured, her voice a soothing balm against Alex's raw nerves. "You're safe with me."
Alex didn't respond, her body stiff and trembling as she clung to Maggie, her fingers gripping her bare shoulder as if she were a lifeline. Maggie could feel the panic coursing through Alex, the way her breathing hitched, the way her muscles tightened. She knew this was more than just a meltdown. This was Alex spiraling, drowning in her emotions, and Maggie needed to pull her out.
"Sweetheart," Maggie whispered, brushing her lips against Alex's temple, "I'm going to help you. But you need to trust me, okay?"
Alex nodded weakly, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was too far gone to speak, but she trusted Maggie. She always trusted Maggie.
"Good girl," Maggie murmured, her hand moving gently to Alex's hair, stroking it in soft, rhythmic motions. "I'm going to take away some of the noise, some of the things that are overwhelming you. It's going to help, I promise."
Alex didn't resist as Maggie moved to the dresser, pulling out a blindfold and a pair of noise-canceling headphones. The sensory deprivation gear was something they had used before, but never like this. It had always been part of their play, part of the games they indulged in behind closed doors. But tonight, it wasn't about dominance or control. It was about love, about giving Alex the space to breathe, to come back to herself.
Maggie returned to the bed, kneeling beside Alex, her hands gentle as she placed the blindfold over her wife's eyes. "Just relax," she whispered, her fingers brushing Alex's hair back as she tied the fabric securely, blocking out the light. "I'm right here."
Alex let out a shaky breath, but the moment the blindfold was in place, Maggie could feel some of the tension leave her. The darkness was a relief, a way to shut out the world and everything that was pressing in on her.
Maggie's hands moved slowly, carefully placing the noise-canceling headphones over Alex's ears. The quiet hum of the world outside faded away, leaving Alex in a bubble of silence and darkness, just her and Maggie. The overwhelming stimuli that had been crashing down on her were gone, leaving her with only the sensation of Maggie's warm hands on her skin.
"There we go," Maggie breathed, even though she knew Alex couldn't hear her. "You're okay. You're safe."
She could see the effect it was having on Alex immediately. Her breathing, which had been ragged and shallow, began to slow, her body relaxing against the bed. Maggie continued to stroke her hair, her touch light and comforting, watching as Alex slowly started to calm down, her tears drying as the panic ebbed away.
Maggie stayed with her, patient and quiet, her presence a constant anchor as Alex drifted in the stillness. It was as if the world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them in this peaceful, private space. Maggie didn't need to say anything; she just needed to be there, to let Alex know that she wasn't alone.
After what felt like an eternity, Alex's body relaxed fully, her breathing even and calm. Maggie carefully removed the headphones first, the quiet of the room slowly filtering back in, and then she untied the blindfold, gently pulling it away from Alex's face.
Alex blinked, her eyes red and swollen from crying, but there was a softness to her expression now, a sense of peace that hadn't been there before. She looked up at Maggie, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke for the first time since the meltdown began.
"Thank you," Alex whimpered, her voice hoarse but filled with gratitude. "I—" she paused, swallowing hard as her emotions caught up with her. "I don't know what I would've done without you."
Maggie smiled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to Alex's forehead. "You don't have to do anything without me," she whispered against her skin. "I'm always here for you, Alex. No matter what."
Alex let out a deep, shaky breath, her body sinking into the bed as the weight of her emotions finally lifted. She was still raw, still vulnerable, but with Maggie by her side, she knew she would be okay.
Maggie climbed into the bed next to Alex, pulling her into her arms and wrapping her in the soft blankets. They stayed like that, curled up together, the quiet of the room wrapping around them like a protective cocoon. There were no more words, no more tears, just the quiet comfort of being together, of knowing they didn't have to face the world alone.
Day 18 - Nipple Torture/Nipple Orgasm/Flogging
Maggie gripped the flogger in her hand, feeling the weight of it settle comfortably in her palm. She swished the tails of leather through the air with an easy, practiced motion, letting the rhythm of it fill the room. She always made sure she knew the feel of her tools before using them on Alex. A careless swing could lead to injury, and Maggie wasn't careless. She cared deeply about every sensation she gave Alex, and she wanted to make sure it was perfect.
Alex knelt on the floor by the bed, exactly where she belonged. Her collar sat snug around her neck, and small clothespins were clipped all over her breasts, each one biting into her skin just enough to make her wince. The extra small ones were on her nipples, squeezing the swollen flesh into taut peaks.
Maggie watched her for a moment, admiring the way Alex knelt so obediently, her body tense with both need and pain. She loved seeing her like this—so willing, so eager to take whatever Maggie gave her. It was intoxicating.
"You look beautiful like this," Maggie said, her voice low as she stepped closer, running the leather tails of the flogger lightly over Alex's skin. "You're going to take it all for me, aren't you?"
Alex let out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded. The sting of the clothespins was already building, her nipples throbbing from the tightness of the clamps. But it wasn't enough—not yet. She craved more.
Maggie brought the flogger down gently across Alex's chest, the leather strands brushing over her sensitive breasts, teasing her without releasing any of the tension that had been building up inside her. Alex's breath hitched, her body reacting to even the lightest touch, and Maggie couldn't help but smile.
"You can handle more than that," Maggie murmured, bringing the flogger down again, harder this time. The tails slapped against Alex's breasts, the impact sending a sharp jolt of pain through her nipples, and Alex gasped, her back arching instinctively.
"That's it," Maggie said, her voice soothing even as she struck again, the flogger snapping against Alex's skin with more force. "I want to hear those pretty little sounds you make."
Alex's moan filled the room as the flogger came down again, harder still. The pain in her nipples was unbearable and delicious all at once, each strike sending sparks of heat through her chest, down to her core. The clothespins tightened with every movement, pulling at her skin, making her nipples ache even more.
Maggie circled her, watching how Alex's body jerked with each strike. She loved seeing the way Alex responded to her—loved the way her pain and pleasure were so closely intertwined. She let the flogger strike again, this time focusing the blows directly on Alex's nipples, the tight clamps amplifying every impact.
Alex cried out, her head falling forward as the pain shot through her. Her nipples throbbed, the clothespins biting into her with every strike of the flogger, but she couldn't stop the ecstasy that built up alongside it. It was overwhelming, the way her body craved more even as it begged for relief.
"Good girl," Maggie purred, stepping closer and letting the flogger rest on Alex's shoulders for a moment. "You're taking it so well. But we're not done yet."
Without warning, Maggie's hand moved to the clothespins, tugging on them lightly, sending another wave of pain through Alex's already sensitive nipples. Alex moaned, her body shivering, her eyes squeezing shut as she struggled to stay still.
"You like this, don't you?" Maggie asked, her voice a low purr as she tugged again, watching the way Alex's body responded. "I can feel how much you're enjoying it."
Alex whimpered, her hips shifting slightly as she tried to find some relief from the intense pressure building inside her. She was right at the edge, the combination of pain and pleasure pushing her closer and closer, and Maggie knew it.
Maggie's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she raised the flogger once again, this time with more force behind her swing. The leather tails snapped against Alex's breasts, hard enough to send the clothespins flying off, leaving behind stinging red marks on her sensitive skin. Alex cried out, her body jerking violently, but she didn't ask Maggie to stop. She didn't want her to stop.
The force of the blows knocked off every clothespin except for the two around Alex's nipples—the tightest ones, the ones Maggie had made sure were digging in deep. Each hit made those remaining pins pull and pinch harder, the sharp pain mixing with the heat coursing through Alex's body, making her moan even louder.
Alex's whole body shook, the pain in her nipples throbbing in time with the relentless strokes of the flogger. She was caught in a haze of sensation, her mind lost in the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. The flogger came down again and again, each strike intensifying the pressure, pushing her further into that space where everything felt raw and electric.
Maggie's breath quickened, loving the way Alex's body responded, how each hit made her squirm and gasp, made her arch her back like she was begging for more. Maggie swung the flogger with more force, focusing on the tight clothespins still clinging to Alex's nipples, knowing exactly what it was doing to her.
"Come for me," Maggie demanded, her voice rough as she swung the flogger again, the tails snapping over Alex's chest, making the clothespins tug painfully at her nipples. "Come from this."
Alex couldn't hold back any longer. The intense pressure in her nipples, combined with the sting of the flogger, was too much. Her breath hitched, her body convulsing as the pain pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, ripping through her with an intensity that left her gasping for air, her moans filling the room.
Her body shook violently as she came, her muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, each one magnified by the sharp pain in her nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy until all she could feel was the raw intensity of it.
Maggie watched with satisfaction as Alex fell apart beneath her, her moans desperate and needy. She kept the flogger in her hand, bringing it down again and again, drawing out every last bit of Alex's orgasm until the younger woman was a trembling, quivering mess, slumped forward on the floor.
When Alex finally collapsed, spent and exhausted, Maggie knelt beside her, her hand gently brushing the hair away from her face. "You did so well," she cooed, pride coloring her voice. "Such a good girl for me."
Alex let out a shaky breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was completely wrecked, her mind hazy, but the warmth of Maggie's words soothed her, grounding her.
Maggie carefully reached for the last two clothespins, gently removing them from Alex's swollen, aching nipples. The release was sharp, a burst of pain that made Alex gasp, but Maggie's touch was tender as she rubbed the sore spots, easing the discomfort.
"Breathe," Maggie whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to Alex's forehead. "Let me get the cream for your poor nipples."
Alex nodded weakly, still trembling, her body sinking further into the warm comfort of Maggie's arms. Her nipples throbbed painfully, the aftermath of the clothespins and flogging leaving them swollen and sore, but she trusted Maggie completely. She always knew exactly how to take care of her after scenes like this.
Maggie stood up, leaving Alex momentarily to retrieve the soothing cream from the bedside drawer. The room was still filled with the remnants of their intensity—the echoes of Alex's moans, the quiet hum of their breathing—but now it felt quieter, more peaceful. Maggie moved back to Alex, the small container of cream in her hand.
"Lay back, sweetheart," Maggie said softly, guiding Alex onto the bed, helping her settle into the pillows. Alex's body was still buzzing, a mixture of exhaustion and lingering pleasure, but the tension was slowly draining away as Maggie took control of the aftercare.
Carefully, Maggie dipped her fingers into the cream, warming it between her hands before gently applying it to Alex's sore, sensitive nipples. Alex let out a small sigh of relief as the cool cream touched her skin, soothing the painful ache. Maggie's touch was gentle now, the complete opposite of how commanding and firm she had been just moments before. Her fingers moved in soft, tender circles over Alex's breasts, easing the tension, her eyes filled with care.
"There we go," Maggie murmured, her voice like a lullaby as she massaged the cream into Alex's skin. "You're doing so well, baby. I know that was a lot, but you took it beautifully."
Alex's eyes fluttered shut, the combination of Maggie's soothing touch and the gentle praise helping her fully relax. The pain in her nipples was fading, replaced by a warm, comforting sensation that made her feel safe, loved.