Ch 2.39: ❤ Reward

Love was a strong word, one Tira wasn’t willing to use lightly. She wasn’t sure she was even able to feel the same type of love she heard her classmates talk about, and she knew she’d never even come close to feeling anything like what her parents described feeling for each other, but as those words came out of Elaina’s mouth, “Then I’m the luckiest person in the world,” Tira did feel something in her heart, something she’d never felt before, and something that wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

She’d always enjoyed playing with people, both in the sense of her playing with someone else and playing together with someone, and that had been enough. It probably still would be enough, if something ever came between her and Elaina, but having a real friend to do this sort of thing with, someone she genuinely enjoyed spending time with outside of “playtime” was new to her.

And for some reason, for the first time in her life, she’d just taken her shirt off in front of someone, was standing in front of Elaina in just her underwear. It wasn’t embarrassing per se, just terrifying. Showing your stomach is a sign of submission in animals for a reason, so why should it be any different for people? When you do that, you’re giving someone power over you.

It’s why Tira liked ordering people to strip, anyway. She needed to be in control, needed to make sure no one had that control over her. Maybe it was that both of her mothers were law enforcement, that the need for authority was somehow baked into her blood and upbringing. More than one past partner had suggested such a thing, but Tira didn’t really buy it. She was who she was, and she wasn’t ashamed of that.

She wasn’t ashamed of how the girl in front of her made her feel either. And that’s why she was reaching behind her back, shaking fingers fiddling with her bra strap. She hadn’t intended to go this far. She would have removed her panties, sure, but that would have been for practical reasons, just to give Elaina access to pleasure her. Tira’s breasts were hers, something that she’d never intended for anyone to see.

But still the straps of her bra slid off her shoulders, and the garment fell to the ground. Tira almost expected some calamitous sound, but it was of course silent, a small matter of gravity pulling down a piece of fabric. It felt way more impactful than it was in the grand scheme of things, but Tira couldn’t help blushing, couldn’t help covering her chest as she finally succumbed to real embarrassment.

“Okay, that’s your reward. Now you can strip the rest.”

Elaina was still at first, not even reacting to the command. Tira would’ve punished other partners for less, but she was starting to realize she had a soft spot for this one, and she gave her a little more leeway. It was only a short pause before Elaina did start to move after all, standing up and sliding off her boots and socks, then stepping out of her panties and waiting for further commands.

Tira had conflicting desires. She wanted to kiss Elaina again, but the way the girl was standing, heavy breaths, one arm across her chest as the other rested on her crotch, the look of unmistakable lust in her eyes, it was all too much for Tira to ignore. Kissing could come after, she guessed.

“Are you covering yourself from me, Elaina?”

“Huh?” Elaina looked down at her arms and then threw them to the side. “No, I— I just didn’t know what to do with them, so—”

“Tie them behind your back.”

Tira had infused the words with her intent, the specificity that it need to be done with Elaina’s aspect inherent in the command itself, not needing to be stated outright. And it worked, thanks to Elaina’s [Good Girl] skill she conjured a rope around her wrists, presumably without thinking, gasping as the rope tied around her limbs and pulled them behind her.

Tira stepped forward, dropping her own arms. Now that she was in control again, it was easier to let go. “Now that’s a good girl. From now on, whenever I give you a command, any command, I want you to follow it as promptly as when I’m using your skill, understand?”

Elaina was practically drooling as she looked up, nodding, barely muttering the words, “Yes, mistress,” as she panted.

“Good, kneel.”

To her credit, Elaina did obey instantly, but she struggled to get to her knees with her arms tied back, causing her to fall to her knees instead of gently sitting down. It was cute, watching her chest bounce as she tried to keep her balance. Tira was almost envious of how large Elaina’s tits were, how cute the little nipples on them looked when she was turned on, but overall Tira was happy with the situation as it was. It was better to let someone willing to show them off have them, after all.

Tira smiled and planted her hands on her hips, already knowing she’d succeed with her next trap. “Take off my panties.”

It really was too easy, too fun watching Elaina pull at her own restraints, staring up with a look of confusion. “Uhm—”

“Too slow. Head on the ground, now.”

Tira didn’t wait to see if Elaina did it immediately, instead going over to her bag, pulling out the same flogger she’d used on their first night together. By the time she turned around at least, Elaina had placed her forehead on the ground like she was ordered.

“This is only cause you were a bad girl, Elaina,” Tira said as she bent over her sub. “Ass up now.”

Elaina obeyed again, sticking her backside up as far as she could. Tira wound up with her flogger, hesitating for just a moment. The last time she’d done this she hadn’t had a class or the increased strength that came with is, so she was a little nervous. But [Good Girl] wasn’t the only skill Elaina had after all, so not all of her blow would register as pain anyway. Still, Tira tempered her blow as she struck, not wanting to go overboard.

As the smack rang out, a moan of pleasure rose out of Elaina, assuaging Tira’s fears. She’d need to talk it out completely with Elaina to make sure they were on the same page regarding pain, but for now she knew she wasn’t going completely overboard at least, so she continued with a second strike, increasing the intensity of her blow, receiving an equal increase in the volume of the resulting moan. The pattern continued, Tira hitting harder and coaxing loader sounds of pleasure a third, fourth, a fifth time, until the sixth swat hit, Tira finally tapping into that increased strength she had from her class and drawing out a cry that was equal amounts pleasure and pain.

“That’s enough for now,” Tira said, both to Elaina and herself. “Knees again.”

Elaina lifted up, again struggling to do so without her arms. As she did, Tira realized maybe she hadn’t even gone far enough, as Elaina’s red face, wide open mouth, and pleading eyes all seemed to be begging for more. Yes, they definitely needed to do some stress testing together later to find out Elaina’s limits, but for now Tira needed something else.

“My underwear. Take them off.”

Tira threw Elaina the bone this time, thrusting her pelvis into the girl’s eager face. Elaina understood this time, leaning forward and clenching her teeth around the waistband of Tira’s panties and slowly starting to work them down.