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Easter Eggs

Fri, 10 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Rachel emerged from Frankie’s bedroom—their shared bedroom any night Rachel wasn’t up late working—and smiled, surveying the bright, sun-soaked living room of their apartment. The afternoon sun was wonderful! The open curtains allowed the room to grow very warm and Rachel was glad she was only wearing a t-shirt and her gym shorts. Too hot for much more, she thought as a blush joined her smile.

“Still waiting!” Frankie’s voice carried mock irritation with a hint of genuine excitement.

“Keep your eyes closed!”

“They’re closed! Jeez, Rach!”

Rachel padded into the kitchen, nearly silent on her bare feet, then took a seat opposite Frankie, her best friend of nearly eight years, girlfriend of nearly five months. “Okay, open.”

Frankie opened one eye, grinned, then opened the other. Resting on the table between the two women was her first prize: a large egg made of pink plastic. “An Easter egg hunt.” Frankie laughed and looked back up at Rachel.

“This is how you make it up to me,” she said evenly, letting a pinch of amusement come through.

“Okay! Easter egg hunt!” Frankie sounded like a kid at Disneyland. She opened the egg, revealing only a slip of paper inside. She faltered for a beat, then recovered and read the note in a singsong lilt. “You hid something in this spot thinking that you were so smart / Start right here, where you nearly made me act like a tart.” Frankie snorted, failing to stifle the laughter.

“I’m a research journalist, not a writer! Go!” Rachel’s command was less commanding than she’d have liked as she was laughing too.

Frankie darted across the hardwood floor to the desk and Rachel sat on the edge of the kitchen counter to watch. Seconds later, Frankie was holding up another plastic egg, this one a rich purple. She twisted it open, confusion clear on her expression. Rachel imagined she was surprised by the weight.

“What is…” Frankie trailed off as understanding dawned. She put the egg down and held up a purple lace bralette, crop-style with racerback straps, and a matching set of lace boyshorts. “OH! Fashion show!” Frankie declared, giving Rachel a wicked grin.

“Yep, fashion show,” Rachel agreed, making a ‘shoo’ motion with her hand.

Silence from the bedroom, then a squeal of surprise. “Rach!”

“C’mon, Frankie! Fashion show!” Now Rachel was almost imitating Frankie’s earlier tone.

Frankie emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but the lingerie. The bralette did wonders for her modest breasts, but the boyshorts, oh they were doing exactly what Rachel had been hoping for. They hugged Frankie’s hips, snugged tight against her mound, and when Frankie turned they left her ass completely bare. The shorts had a heart-shaped cutout that framed Frankie’s behind perfectly.

Rachel squirmed on the kitchen counter. Not yet, she told herself. She hadn’t counted on how hot it would be watching Frankie being so casual about this.

“Another clue!” Frankie giggled, reading it in the same voice as the last. “Where you hog all the space and steal the remote / If you look down low, you’ll find your next note.” Frankie glanced up, wheeled around and gave her behind a firm swat. “To the couch!” She ran across the room, knelt on the cushions and stuffed both hands between them.

Rachel stared. She’s doing that on purpose! She’d planned to watch Frankie from behind while she searched, but she hadn’t planned on Frankie in this position. Back to Rachel, knees spread wide, Frankie’s ass-cheeks hanging out of the boyshorts were even more tempting than Rachel had imagined.

“Found it!” Frankie announced, holding up a brilliant yellow egg in triumph. She opened it with a flourish, then squeaked. Rachel was thrilled at Frankie’s startled expression. “Is this…” Frankie’s eyes widened as she held up a tiny strip of orange and black fabric.

“Fashion shooooow,” Rachel teased, motioning to the bedroom again.

Frankie returned a moment later and Rachel couldn’t contain the gasp. This outfit was another two-piece. Sort of. The top was a leopard-print bandeau-style micro-kini with studded leather trim. It was barely wide enough to cover Frankie’s areolae, and her nipples stood out prominently beneath the fuzzy fabric. Around her neck was a matching choker, about an inch and a half tall, edged with the same black leather and tiny silver studs.

The bottom was a nearly invisible g-string with a leopard-print triangle covering Frankie’s crotch and very little else. Frankie’s auburn curls peeked out around the g-string’s almost laughable coverage. The afternoon sun caught them just right, made them almost glow, and Rachel’s toes curled. She hoped Frankie hadn’t caught that. “Very cute! You like it?” she asked, knowing her voice didn’t sound as casual as she wanted.

Frankie shuffled, adjusting what little she could. “Rwar!” she responded and made a little ‘claw’ motion with her free hand, but she seemed just a touch less confident. “Next clue!” she chirped after a moment. “Where you found the cream cheese, why was it there?” Frankie shot Rachel a look and Rachel couldn’t help giggling. “Go have a look, no tricks, I swear!”

Maybe moving a bit more cautiously, Frankie watched Rachel for a moment, then entered the bathroom. Rachel had to hop off the counter to follow. When she reached the bathroom door, Frankie had already retrieved a powder-blue plastic egg from the shower caddy. She eyed Rachel sideways, twisting it open.

Rachel’s tongue-tip grazed her lower lip. “Fashion show,” she said softly. When Frankie had disappeared into the bedroom, Rachel allowed herself a trembling exhale. Almost there.

“Rach?” Frankie asked, sounding uncharacteristically shy as she emerged from the bedroom again.

“Oh,” was all Rachel could manage. It was better than she’d imagined.

Frankie was wearing a black leaf-pattern lace bodysuit that hid nothing. Her nipples strained against cups so sheer Rachel could count every one of the little bumps scattered across Frankie’s areolae. The bodysuit was held in place with a string of pearls acting as a halter neck; the sides and back were almost completely cut away. Most beautifully, the bodysuit ended just below Frankie’s hipbones. Another string of pearls looped between Frankie’s legs, connecting the front and the back of the outfit. A few of the pearls were completely lost in Frankie’s pubic hair and the strand nestled perfectly between Frankie’s outer lips.

“Rach?” Frankie asked again.

Rachel swallowed. “One more,” she responded, handing Frankie an orange plastic egg.

Frankie opened it carefully. Like the first, there was only a slip of paper inside. “I never imagined this would bloom / Now follow me into your room. Love, Rachel”

Rachel was guiding Frankie before she’d finished reading the note. She walked Frankie backward through the bedroom door and onto the bed, then lay between her legs. One hand stroked the inside of Frankie’s thigh while her other carefully explored the bottom of the bodysuit. She had to search for a moment before she found the clasp that released the string of pearls, but the way Frankie twisted and moaned, Rachel was sure she didn’t mind.

Pearls removed. Rachel’s hands urged Frankie’s thighs open just a little more. She breathed deep, drunk on Frankie’s scent already, then took her long-awaited lick at Frankie’s pussy. Frankie’s reaction was intense and immediate. She groaned, her thighs pressed against Rachel’s hands, and she arched her back. “Yummy,” Rachel purred and pressed closer. She loved the feeling of Frankie’s labia against her face. The warmth, the smell, the way Frankie tasted, it was all so perfect. She drove her tongue deep, wiggling and rolling and curling inside Frankie. She nodded, pressing her chin against the base of Frankie’s pussy, then drew her tongue back out and made a loud, smacking sound with her lips.

She moved to return to her place between Frankie’s thighs when she felt Frankie’s hands on her head. “Babe, wait.” Rachel paused, confused, until Frankie removed Rachel’s glasses. “Poking me,” Frankie gasped, then directed Rachel back down.

Now that everything in the world was a blur except for Frankie’s glistening folds, Rachel was even more eager. She licked and sucked at Frankie’s cunt. She ground her nose into Frankie’s clit. She pulled back a little and pressed her tongue-tip against Frankie’s anus. The moan and shudder this drew from Frankie gave Rachel a thrill she felt through her whole body.

Finally Rachel returned her whole attention to Frankie’s clit. She licked it roughly with her whole tongue, bit at Frankie’s dense pubic curls, then bit her clit just as two fingers slid deep inside. “Fuck, Frankie. Cum, please? Please, cum. Please, Frankie! Cum for me!” She pounded her fingers faster and deeper, watching Frankie’s face for that moment. When she saw it, she moved down again, caught Frankie’s clit between her teeth and flicked it rapidly with her tongue-tip.

“Rach-Rach-Rach-Raaaaach!” Frankie’s orgasm crushed them both.

The clock-radio in Frankie’s room displayed 6:19pm. Both of them had been in and out of sleep for the last few hours. When they were awake together, they made love again. Now it was just Rachel. Frankie was, as usual, cuddled against Rachel’s naked body, her head on Rachel’s shoulder, a puddle of drool forming between her cheek and Rachel’s breast.

“I love taking care of you,” Rachel whispered in the fading light of the day.

Knotty

Fooling Around

Fri, 03 Apr 2026 00:00:00 +0000

“Frankie? D’you know anything about the Easter eggs I bought last week?” Rachel already knew the answer, before Frankie’s bedroom door opened, revealing fragments of colourful foil wrapper on her floor.

“Easter eggs?”

At least she sucks at lying, Rachel thought, rolling her eyes.

“WHAT DID I PUT IN MY MOUTH?” Frankie howled as she bolted to the washroom, focused entirely on the toilet.

“Did you mistake a foil wrapped grape for a foil wrapped chocolate egg?” Rachel had to cover her face with both hands to keep her wild giggles in check while she watched her girlfriend—her best friend since high school—dry-heave into their toilet.

“Why would you do that? Who wraps a GRAPE?” The look of betrayal was too much—Rachel worried she would pee herself if she started laughing now.

“Frankie? Where’re my black pumps?”

Frankie looked up from her spot on the couch. “Oh, yeah, I put ’em in the hall, they smelled!”

Rachel frowned, then shrieked when she opened the door. Her pumps were there, but the right was lying on its side, displaying a swath of lumpy, yellow-brown paste. She retched. “Fuck! I’m meeting my adviser in 20 minutes!”

Frankie appeared at her side, then knelt to study the fouled shoe. “What? It’ll wipe right off.” She ran her index finger along the sole of the shoe and popped the lumpy brown paste into her mouth.

“FRANKIE!”

“Chunky peanut butter,” Frankie replied, wicked mirth in her eyes.

Frankie emerged from the shower, only a little disappointed that Rachel had been too tight for time this morning to join her. They weren’t quite five months into their relationship and Frankie never tired of touching, of kissing, of worshipping her lover.

She towelled herself off then reached for the antiperspirant Rachel had bought her. She considered her figure in the mirror before rotating the base and deciding she would begin with her modest-but-full boobs. She lifted her left breast carefully and smeared not antiperspirant into the underslope.

Frankie shrieked, dropped the stick and stared at the thick white smear beneath her breast for a moment before she could identify the scent. “Cream cheese?”

Rach, babe, you’ll never top this, Frankie thought as she worked the bullet vibe into the cushion of Rachel’s desk chair. .50 Cal Bullet, the box proclaimed. External use only! it admonished. World’s most powerful bullet vibrator! Frankie liked that one best.

Rachel would probably know right away something was weird with her chair, but Frankie didn’t expect the prank to run long. It was Wednesday; every Wednesday since the start of the new semester Rach had spent the entire evening sitting at her desk, earbuds in, working on her term paper long into the night. Long after Frankie had given up and gone to sleep. Wednesdays were the only night of the week Frankie was sure she was sleeping alone. Rach never wanted to risk waking her up by sneaking into bed at 3am, or whenever the hell she finally stopped working.

Not this week, babe. Frankie brought up the app on her phone, set a two-minute delay after the vibe sensed contact, then plugged her phone in to charge. It was already at 2% battery.

“Shit, I’m late!” Rachel dropped her backpack by the front door, shrugged out of her jacket and left it on the floor in the entrance of their dingy apartment, and ran toward her desk.

Frankie gave her a bewildered look. “What? I made dinner.”

Rachel kissed Frankie on her way. “I’m sorry, babe, Bowen tonight! Video. All yours after!”

Frankie quailed. Dr. Bowen was Rachel’s faculty adviser. They’d missed connecting after her peanut-butter/animal-poop prank but they must’ve rescheduled for a virtual check-in. Tonight.

“Cool!” Frankie replied, trying to sound less than half as terrified as she felt. She waited for Rachel to sit on her chair, open her laptop and log in before bolting for the bedroom.

Her phone wouldn’t power on.

The charger wasn’t plugged in.

FUCK!

Frankie rushed back to the combined office/dining room/living room of their shared apartment. “Rach!” she hissed, only to be cut off by a sharp finger held in the air while Rachel put on her most casually friendly expression.

“Hey, Dr. Bowen, thanks so much for making time for me, I’m so sorry I was late on Friday.” She glanced angrily in Frankie’s direction for a heartbeat.

Rachel’s adviser responded with something Frankie couldn’t make out from her spot at the edge of the room, but it sounded positive enough. She took another step and Rachel’s finger appeared again. Sit your ass down, that finger said. You are on my shit-list right now, that finger said.

Frankie sat on the couch, eyes wide with growing panic.

Dutifully, as instructed by the app before Frankie’s phone battery died, the .50 Cal buzzed to life about 50 seconds into Rachel’s video call with Dr. Bowen.

Rachel squirmed. She squeezed her thighs together. The vibrator did what it did very well. Even through Rachel’s yoga pants and panties, it was very effective. Rachel shot Frankie a look as she tried to carry on a conversation with Dr. Bowen.

Frankie rose from the couch but was chastened again by Rachel’s threatening finger. She sat down, mortified, her stomach clenching.

“…but how do I earn that trust?” Rachel was asking—her voice was a full register lower than normal as she squirmed in her seat. Dr. Bowen responded with…words. Frankie watched Rachel work her flats off, kicking them away beneath her desk while she ground herself against the seat.

Frankie knew that motion. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand down the front. Rachel was incredible! Frankie couldn’t imagine how she could keep a neutral face and (mostly) even tone while Rachel rocked her hips, drawing quiet creaks from the desk chair as she pressed ever harder. She locked her ankles together, then spread her legs wide. She clenched her toes then splayed them, eventually working her socks off without the aid of hands. Every minute or so she would glance over at Frankie, giving her a look that mixed anger and lust.

Frankie was equal parts terrified and aroused. She wasn’t even trying to hide it; she had worked her jeans down and was roughly stroking her clit beneath her plain cotton panties.

“…commitment to facts,” Dr. Bowen was saying when Rachel began her soft, hiccuping sound that Frankie recognised so well. “Are you alright, Rachel?” he asked suddenly and Rachel’s cheeks flushed.

“Fine! No, yes, I’m fine! I’m just—whew! I’m tired! And hungry! I’m sorry, no, my, um, my…roommate made dinner? It smells really good, I can’t wait to eat,” Rachel was almost shrill as Frankie watched her toes splay, then clench, then splay again. Frankie’s own climax was barrelling down on her as she watched her girlfriend struggle to appear casual.

“Well, okay,” Dr. Bowen said, sounding unconvinced. “Wednesday then? We’ll sync on Wednesday and see how everything is going?”

“YES!” Rachel gasped, kicking her feet out beneath her desk, causing her chair to roll back a few inches on the parquet floor.

Frankie heard sounds from Dr. Bowen. They might have been confused or awkward or completely convinced; she had no idea. Frankie was past understanding, instead simply watching Rachel—watching her girlfriend—orgasm on her webcam, in front of her faculty adviser.

This was the hottest thing Frankie had ever seen. She finger-fucked herself so vigorously she was sure Dr. Bowen could hear her. She slapped her glistening pussy, whimpering with each forceful thrust. Eyes on Rachel, she pinched and twisted and stroked her clit, watching her girlfriend denied the same relief. When the video call finally ended, Frankie was on her knees between Rachel’s legs before Rachel could even scowl.

The clock-radio in Frankie’s room displayed 1:15am. Rachel blinked slowly, combing Frankie’s hair with her fingers while Frankie drooled on her bare chest. “Babe?” Rachel asked softly, unsure if Frankie was still awake.

“Mmm?”

“Y’know you screwed up, right?”

“Mmm.”

“Cool.” Rachel smiled in the darkness. “Here’s how you’re gonna make it up to me…”

Knotty

By Degrees

Fri, 06 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Eleanor had been invited to give a keynote at next week’s symposium on Journalistic Integrity in the Age of Social Media.

She was profoundly disappointed.

She would not be here for Valentine’s Day. The first Valentine’s Day since Heidi had come into her life.

She texted Heidi to give her the news, which, of course, she was absolutely jubilant over.

🎉👏🏆

Omg congrats!! so hyped you’re literally amazing 😭💖

I’m going to miss our Valentine’s Day, won’t be home until after 10pm on Saturday.

😢

j/k another time?

…

im free tonight 🙏

Eleanor’s disappointment vanished.

“Comfortable, Pet?”

Eleanor was using her ‘in charge’ voice, but the question came from a place of true caring. Heidi nodded eagerly. She never used words until invited to speak. Eleanor had trained her well.

“Wonderful. I have something special planned for us tonight.” Eleanor moved from the side of the bed and into her bathroom. When she returned, she paused to admire the sight. Beautiful, ginger-haired Heidi, secured wrist-and-ankles, was lying face up and spread-eagle on Eleanor’s bed. The bright red webbing of the under-mattress restraints contrasted beautifully against Heidi’s pale skin.

As would Eleanor’s own black, see-through, crotchless body stocking.

Once again, Eleanor marvelled that this brilliant, breathtaking Journalism major at Ashford College had come into her life. Members of Eleanor’s own graduating class had children her age! She bit her lip for a moment, suddenly uncertain, but then Heidi shifted on the bed, twisting her hips and revealing the neatly tended patch of fire-orange pubic hair and confidence returned.

She moved to the foot of the bed, the clacking of her heels announcing her approach. Heidi’s little shiver of anticipation sent a thrill through Eleanor’s belly.

“Now, Pet,” Eleanor began. “Tonight I want you to speak any time you like, do you understand?”

Heidi’s eyes grew wide. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” Eleanor lifted a cigarette lighter into Heidi’s view, delighting in the suddenly nervous look on the young woman’s face. The massage candle followed soon after and Heidi’s concerned expression shifted to desire. “I’m going to give you a massage, Pet. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to prepare the oil first, but you won’t mind if I apply it to your skin, will you.”

Not a question.

“I’d like that so much, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good,” Eleanor said again. She decided to reestablish the boundaries once more before going all in. “Remember what I told you about speaking tonight, Pet.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The cigarette lighter flared to life.

Heidi flinched, hissing loudly as the molten oil dripped on her bare foot, and again as another drop hit her other foot. Eleanor surreptitiously glanced up at Heidi’s face before setting the candle down and beginning to massage the sub’s feet. Eleanor took great care, pressing her thumbs along the curve of Heidi’s arches, working the oil and the heat into her bridges, attending each toe. When Eleanor’s hands left Heidi’s feet, the younger woman looked nearly asleep.

Heidi yelped in pain when the oil trailed a long line up each of her thighs. Her eyes flew open and locked on Eleanor…and said nothing.

Eleanor began massaging Heidi’s left thigh, down to her calf, then back up, inching ever closer to her perfect, innie pussy. Heidi shifted just a little when Eleanor nearly reached her crotch, moving to meet her domme’s fingers, but Eleanor was faster.

“Not yet, Pet, I’m not done pampering you yet.”

Heidi moaned softly, sounding disappointed…and said nothing.

Eleanor was beginning to feel light-headed with all the build-up when she finally dribbled hot oil over Heidi’s perfectly champagne-glass shaped breasts. She squirmed so beautifully, her chest rising and falling so fast with her deep breaths that Eleanor caught herself rubbing her own clit. Soon, she promised herself, then set the candle down and massaged Heidi’s breasts until her nipples were hard little pebbles. When Heidi made a quiet, lustful groan, it struck right at Eleanor’s core, her clit ached.

“One last part, Pet.” Eleanor leaned over Heidi, kissing her softly on the lips, then stood up. She picked up the candle again and blew it out. There was far more oil than she needed now. She moved to the foot of the bed for a final time and stretched over Heidi’s body. Heidi writhed slowly. Eleanor tipped the candle over and let the oil drizzle over Heidi’s perfect pussy.

“Oooow!” Heidi wailed and struggled against her restraints.

“Heidi?” No longer the ‘in control’ voice.

Heidi shivered, gasped, then locked eyes with Eleanor. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Eleanor set the spent candle aside. She took hold of Heidi’s ankles—gently, deliberately—and adjusted her position before swinging her own right leg beneath Heidi’s left and draping her left over Heidi’s right, opening them to each other. When their pussies kissed—and it was a kiss, lips pressing soft and warm against lips—both women gasped. The massage oil between them, their own arousal, slick and warm—Eleanor felt it all the way through her. She led, grinding her cunt against Heidi’s, rolling her hips constantly, her clit greeting Heidi’s again and again. As their passion built, their movements became jerky and uncoordinated. Eleanor’s head was filled with a lust-fuelled buzz, she realised she had been humping the inside of Heidi’s thigh, rubbing her ass-cheeks against Heidi’s cunt while Heidi was squeezing and twisting her breasts in a way Eleanor never would.

“Pet?” Eleanor gasped.

“Please, Mistresssss,” Heidi whimpered.

“Yes,” Eleanor gasped as she returned her sloppy honeypot to Heidi’s. She rubbed harder, ground and rolled and bucked and then she heard Heidi screaming and felt Heidi’s thighs twitching and felt Heidi’s vulva shuddering against Eleanor’s crotch and—

When Eleanor’s mind returned she and Heidi were lying limp on the bed, pussies still nuzzling together. Carefully, Eleanor moved away from Heidi, then shifted and lay down beside her, face-to-face. She slowly reached up and began undoing the restraint on Heidi’s left wrist.

Heidi’s eyes fluttered open. “N-not just yet? Please, Mistress?”

Eleanor blinked once, smiled and kissed the other woman softly on the lips. “Anything, Pet.”

Knotty

Reindeer Trials

Fri, 26 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Eleanor stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in her apartment living room. The snow piled up on the balcony, and below, the city twinkled with a festive glow. She savoured a slow sip from the short-stemmed wine glass, delighting in the sweet, creamy texture. The eggnog flowed smoothly over her tongue and into her throat. The glass, with its squat, heavy body and square-ish bowl with a gold rim, was a ridiculous bit of nostalgia for her. The side of the glass featured two colourful stripes, one red and one green, topped with a ring of holly and berries. A childhood holdover, the glasses made the holiday feel somehow more special when she drank eggnog from them.

She heard a quiet movement behind her, but didn’t turn, not yet. Instead, she gazed at her ghostly reflection in the window, the city lights casting an ethereal glow. She kept herself in excellent shape exactly for nights like tonight. Her long, dark brown hair was tucked behind her ears, and a playful Santa cap held it in place, adding a touch of whimsy to her overall look. Her only other attire was a sleek, red leather bunny suit—sans puffy tail—which showcased the swell of her bust and the curve of her behind in a deliberate, tantalising way. A thick, black leather belt with a shiny gold buckle cinched at her waist, complementing her knee-high, shiny black leather boots. Each boot was held tight at the top, snugged against her thigh with its own shiny gold buckle.

After a prolonged moment, she turned, offering her beautiful young guest a faint, enigmatic smile. The sight of Heidi made her heart soar, but she kept her excitement in check. Not yet, that was for later.

Heidi, the pretty redhead, had shed her buttoned-down, overly serious classroom persona tonight. Eleanor recalled how earnest and driven that Heidi had been when they first met. Eleanor had given a Journalistic Ethics lecture at Ashford College and this brilliant young woman had waited for her afterward, eager to debate many of Eleanor’s assertions. She knew immediately that she must possess this girl.

Things had gone remarkably well, better than Eleanor had dared hope that first day.

Heidi stood exceptionally still, her shoulders squared and chin slightly lowered, just as Eleanor had taught her. Her hands rested on her bare thighs in a pose of subtle, patient submission. Perfect.

Her rice-paper-thin green teddy—one of several Christmas gifts from Eleanor this year—clung to her curves, perfectly complementing her petite frame. The delicate fabric seemed to glow in the light, and Heidi’s skin radiated a warm, golden undertone. The unlined top of the teddy provided a subtle lift to Heidi’s delicate, champagne-glass-shaped breasts, accentuating their gentle curves. The front panel covered her torso, but the sheer fabric revealed more than it concealed, leaving her sides, waist, and hips completely bare. The teddy’s open bottom was an invitation, and Eleanor’s gaze lingered on the exposed skin. Heidi was stunning.

“I have good news and bad news, Elf,” Eleanor said softly, using her ‘in charge’ voice. Eleanor’s commanding tone was unmistakable, and Heidi’s body responded instinctively, her muscles tensing in anticipation of what was to come. However, Heidi knew better than to speak out of turn, and she remained silent as she awaited further instruction. The air was thick with anticipation, and Heidi’s silence was a testament to her training and devotion to Eleanor

“The bad news is that one of Santa’s reindeer can’t work this year, so I will have to find a replacement. Fortunately, that leads me to the good news.” Eleanor approached Heidi with the deliberate slowness of a cat stalking its prey, her heels clicking out a rhythmic pattern on the hardwood floor. The sound seemed to echo through the room. “The good news, Elf, is Santa has one more gift for you.”

With a subtle movement, Eleanor used the toe of her boot to slowly slide a box from under the sofa. She left it at Heidi’s feet, the beautifully wrapped gift reflecting the warm lighting of the room.

“You can open it.”

Heidi squatted slowly, then knelt, just the way Eleanor had taught her, and carefully opened the box, the lid creaking as it opened. The label on the top seemed to gleam in the light, the words ‘PROPERTY OF SANTA’ emblazoned on it a promise. Inside the box, a bed of red silk cradled the contents. In the centre, a beautifully crafted under-bust harness lay waiting, the smooth brown leather gleaming with a subtle sheen. The harness was adorned with gleaming gold studs, and a bright red lace-up corset seemed to pulse with a vibrant energy. A row of three gleaming brass bells lined each side of the harness. A matching silicone bit-gag accompanied the harness, featuring a bell on each side, with a strap made of matching brown leather. At the bottom of the box, a candy-cane striped strapless strap-on lay waiting, prominently labelled ‘For Santa’s Use Only!’.

“Try it on, Reindeer,” Eleanor said, her voice slow and husky as she loomed over the kneeling girl, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Heidi stood up without hesitation. She carefully slipped out of her lingerie, and Eleanor couldn’t help but gasp softly at the sight of her sub’s enthralling beauty. As Heidi began to struggle into the harness, Eleanor’s eyes never left her. She watched Heidi’s squirming with amusement, her eyes glinting with pleasure. “Would you like some help, Reindeer? It’s only your first day, I know.”

Heidi’s eyes met Eleanor’s, and the look of giddy excitement that sparkled there was almost too much. She felt a laugh rising up, but suppressed it, not wanting to break the spell. What an incredible girl!

“Yes, please, Mis–Santa.” Heidi caught herself almost in time; tonight’s play was different, and she had to remember new things.

Eleanor took her time securing Heidi into the harness. She spoke in a cool, clinical tone, her words a steady stream as she announced each buckle, as if she were performing an inspection, her fingers moving with precision as she worked. As she finished cinching the last buckle, the one that held the harness snugly around Heidi’s waist, a shiver ran through Heidi’s thighs, a hint of her growing arousal that didn’t go unnoticed.

Eleanor took her time lacing the corset, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness. Once it was secured, she ran her fingertips over the whole affair, her touch light and teasing. Then, she cupped Heidi’s breasts briefly, her palms cradling them possessively. The sub’s sharp intake of breath and the stiffness of her nipples gave Eleanor all the confirmation she needed.

“Good, you’re almost ready,” Eleanor said as she bent down and retrieved the bit-gag from the box. “All we have left is this.” Eleanor stood behind Heidi, her hips brushing against the girl’s bare ass cheeks. She brought the gag over Heidi’s head, holding it before her mouth with a silent insistence. Heidi opened wide and Eleanor placed the bit inside, then tightened the straps until she was certain Heidi wouldn’t be able to properly close her mouth or talk for the duration.

“Perfect,” Eleanor intoned, sounding satisfied as she stepped back to inspect her handiwork. “But listen closely, Reindeer,” Eleanor said, her voice taking on a stern tone. “A noisy reindeer will wake the children and spoil Christmas. You need to move with precision, or you don’t move at all. Understood?”

A small pearl of drool had already formed on Heidi’s lower lip. She nodded, causing both the bells on her bit and at her side to jingle softly. Heidi’s eyes widened in surprise, her face a picture of shock as she realised the noise she had made. “Uhh-huh-whah.” Understood.

“What a good reindeer you are. Now let’s begin your training. Down.” Eleanor had to turn away to hide her smile as Heidi carefully got down on all fours. The jingling of the bells, the creak of the straps and leather, and Heidi’s own very loud breathing all combined to create a symphony of sound that thrilled the domme. “That was terrible,” Eleanor said, turning back, in control of herself again. “The family dog is barking his head off at all that racket.”

Eleanor slowly began to circle Heidi, taking in the sight of her sub on her hands and knees. Heidi made such a pretty picture, her breasts hanging free, her skin aglow. She was completely naked from the waist down, and Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire at the sight. As Eleanor circled Heidi, her fingertips slid over her sub’s skin, tracing the curves of her body. She lingered for a long moment behind Heidi. Her legs were spread wide enough apart that Eleanor could admire Heidi’s firm, plump ass, but also her pink folds between her legs. They glistened a little, already slick with arousal. Below that, Eleanor caught sight of the thick, orange pubic hair she had told Heidi to grow out.

Heidi’s left thigh twitched.

“Are you getting tired, Reindeer? You woke up the family dog, and now you need to stay perfectly still. No sounds out of your bells, no matter what. You need to wait until the dog stops barking.” Eleanor very slowly caressed Heidi’s ass cheeks, tracing the curves of her body. She let her fingertips follow the gap up to Heidi’s tailbone, her touch light and teasing. “You told me you understood, Reindeer. I’m sure the dog will get bored soon, and then you can move again.”

One minute.

Two.

Heidi began to make a pained sound, the noise muffled by the bit in her mouth. Drool pooled on the floor beneath her, a testament to her growing discomfort. Eleanor watched, fascinated, as Heidi’s thighs and ass twitched and shuddered. The lactic acid must have been building up, and Eleanor could see the tension in the sub’s body.

Four.

“I think he’s almost tired himself out,” Eleanor announced, her voice a near monotone. She had retrieved another of their toys, a feather duster, and Eleanor began stroking the insides of Heidi’s thighs with it. Eleanor’s self-control slipped the tiniest bit, and she found herself running the feathers over Heidi’s pussy. It was pink and swollen with need, and Eleanor could see the dew collecting in Heidi’s pubic hair. The sub moaned in desperation and moved back against the duster. She was practically presenting, but she did it with such slow and careful movements that not a single bell made a sound. Eleanor was amazed.

“Very good, Reindeer,” Eleanor said, standing up slowly and feeling a little light-headed at her own excitement. Excitement and overwhelming feelings of love, admiration, and connection. “You may move again, if you like.”

She allowed herself a steadying breath, then another, before turning her attention back to Heidi, who was standing again and facing Eleanor, in the preferred pose; shoulders squared (We don’t do shame, we don’t do meek, we do proudly respectful.) and eyes slightly downcast. “The next training task, we’re going to practise following instructions. Stand at the windows, face the city.”

As Heidi walked to the windows, standing almost exactly where Eleanor had, there was barely more than a whisper from the bells. She learns so quickly, she always tries so very hard. “Stop there. Now, you’ll do as I say, but you’ll do it as evenly as possible. No bells, no rush, precision in every movement. Understood?”

A slobbery sucking sound came from Heidi before she responded. “Uhh-huh-whah.” Understood.

“Stand tall, hands on hips.” Eleanor started her with something easy.

“Touch your toes.” The bells whispered again, but Eleanor ignored it in favour of admiring Heidi’s bare bottom, her exposed slit and her beautiful, long legs.

“Squat.” This was more difficult still, but Heidi had been practising, not just in their sessions. Eleanor had her hold the position for nearly a minute as she retrieved the “For Santa’s Use Only” device.

“Knees,” Eleanor’s voice was sharper this time, less controlled. She was certain Heidi would notice, but no matter, she would know why soon.

“Stand, heel-turn to face me.” This time there was a faint jingle out of some of the bells along Heidi’s side, but their game was nearly at an end. She was sitting on the sofa, in the middle, with the strapless strap-on rising comically up from between Eleanor’s legs. The large bulb that held it in place was deep, deep inside Eleanor.

“Do you want to go for a ride on the sleigh, Reindeer?”

Heidi nodded eagerly, drool trailing from her lips all over her chest. “Yuth, plah, Sanha.”

“Come for a ride, then,” Eleanor beckoned her over. Heidi moved with the same precision as before, threatening to destroy Eleanor’s willpower, but as she lowered herself onto the fat, fake cock, Heidi’s eyes grew wide. It was bigger than anything they’d used before, but Eleanor knew her pet was ready. “Ride. Enjoy yourself, Reindeer.”

Eleanor’s voice was low, throaty with desire and she didn’t bother to stifle her moans as Heidi began bouncing. The thick bulb deep inside Eleanor slid and ground and thrust in response to Heidi’s every twitch.

Eleanor’s hands moved to Heidi’s perfect little tits, caressing each, smearing Heidi’s own drool all over the exposed skin, then she gave each nipple a sharp pinch and a little twist. In response Heidi’s belly flexed and rolled and her hips drove the dildo deeper into Eleanor than she’d thought it could go. In her silly Santa-domme boots, Eleanor’s toes clenched and flexed as her own pent-up desire barrelled toward release.

No! Not first! Eleanor thought wildly, watching Heidi’s perfect body, watching her soulmate, fuck herself madly on the ridiculous, candy-cane-striped silicone dong that ground and squirmed inside her own hot passage. She released Heidi’s left nipple and brought her hand down. She locked eyes with her sub as her thumb navigated Heidi’s dense orange thatch and then attended her clit. She circled, stroked, pressed, never losing contact as Heidi whimpered and twitched and dribbled spittle everywhere.

They didn’t climax together, Eleanor wasn’t able to manage that, but the way Eleanor’s climax crashed through her body, sent her into very un-domme-like squeals of delight, was enough to push Heidi over her edge. Within seconds the two women, the lovers, were connected by pure, animal bliss.

“Heidi, dear, where are you?” Eleanor was using her lover voice now. This voice didn’t command, didn’t instruct; this one confessed and praised and encouraged. Sometimes, only sometimes, it hoped—hoped it could be like this forever.

They were still tangled on the couch, the strapless strap-on still inside them both, both basking in the blush-pink afterglow of their shared lovemaking.

Heidi was slumped against Eleanor, her face buried in her domme’s neck. After a very long pause she replied softly, “Home.”

Knotty

Naughty or Nice

Fri, 19 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000

I ought to say no, no, no sir.
Mind if move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried.
What's the sense of hurting my pride?

“Heidi, dear, where are you?”

Heidi’s face grew hot as she turned, heart racing in her chest. She’d been staring out the windows of Eleanor’s apartment and lost in the music playing from … somewhere. She never saw speakers but the room was bathed in the warm, comforting sounds of jazzy Christmas standards. Beneath her, the city spread out like glittering quartz on a dark beach. The apartment was warm and dim, lit by nothing but fairy lights and the Christmas tree, now that dinner was done, and for a moment Heidi had lost herself in the view; in the moment.

“Sorry,” she responded, quickly, whirling and moving toward the kitchen. “I was—”

“I know what you were doing, dear,” Eleanor purred, blocking Heidi’s path. “You love the view up here.” The older woman regarded her guest for only a moment—just long enough for Heidi to feel a flicker of concern—before offering her a tiny respite. “I finished up already. Dishwasher running, others put away.”

Heidi looked stricken. Eleanor had invited her over, made her dinner, and now she was left to do most of the cleaning up? She was already mentally berating herself as Eleanor’s warm hand touched her shoulder and guided her toward the living room. “Dear, you’re my guest. You don’t need to concern yourself with little tasks like that. Don’t be silly.”

The women moved around the roll-armed sofa before the tree. The leather was so shiny that to Heidi it appeared wet. Eleanor sat carefully down in the middle, directing Heidi to stand before her. “Are you dressed?” she asked simply.

Heidi squirmed—she’d been doing so all evening, truth be told, because she was, in fact, dressed. Eleanor had asked her to wear something flattering but modest as her outer layer but beneath … beneath Heidi was wearing only a full-body leather harness. The one they had picked out together last week. “Yes.” Her voice so quiet even the soft music filling the room nearly drown her out.

“Are you dressed?” Eleanor didn’t want words and she wouldn’t ask a third time.

Heidi’s blush deepened as she unbuttoned the thin silk blouse—another treasured gift from Eleanor—but the older woman was as serene and unfathomable as a winter landscape, her beauty frozen and unyielding, with only the barest hints of warmth and life beneath the surface.

Standing back up, before her mistress, Heidi undid the shiny gold buttons on her left hip that held her midi-length pencil skirt in place. She didn’t dare let it fall away, Eleanor had been working very hard, teaching her to respect her possessions, but instead placed it carefully on the sofa atop her blouse. She took the smallest steadying breath she could manage then stepped out of her chunky-heeled pointed toe shoes. Eleanor had commented on them one day they were out shopping together and Heidi returned to the store to buy herself a pair the following morning.

Standing before her like this, in the glow of the Christmas lights, somehow more exposed than if she were fully nude, Heidi waited in silence. Hoping for something she knew not what. The glossy green leather consisted of straps secured with gold buckles, studs, and rings. Diamond formations framed her champagne-glass breasts, their nipples painfully erect. A strap ran down from each ‘cup’ to a belt that encircled her waist then continued on to connect two more belts around each thigh, one at the very top of her thighs and a second a few inches below. Both of these Heidi had snugged tight enough to squeeze her flesh just a little. It felt like safety, like Eleanor’s embrace.

As she stood before Eleanor, Heidi felt a thrill of exposure, her crotch bared to her lover’s gaze, with only the soft, orange curls of her pubic hair providing a fragile sense of protection. Eleanor had told her to grow it out and it felt wonderfully decadent every time she touched herself now.

After long moments, the elegant woman seated on the sofa finally spoke. “Good girl,” Eleanor intoned, offering Heidi the smile she so coveted. Heidi felt her knees go weak at the praise and let out the breath she had been holding, unconcerned that, of course, Eleanor could see that she’d been holding it too.

“Now, down.”

Heidi squatted before Eleanor’s seated form, then lowered herself to her knees. She knew Eleanor preferred her to go to her knees in stages. She didn’t commit the sin of sitting on her heels, instead she remained upright and placed her palms on her thighs, waiting.

“Stay there.” Eleanor stood and strode purposefully to her bedroom. A moment later she returned with a large, lumpy Christmas stocking. It was the sort you would find in a pet store, with a clear, glossy pocket designed to hold a picture of a beloved companion. This one bore a photo of Heidi. It was from last September. She was looking right into the camera, laughing. Her messy, uneven hair was shockingly bright orange, except for the nearly-bare scalp of her undercut, where the stubble was a rich auburn."

Eleanor carefully placed the stocking before Heidi on the floor, then knelt behind her. Heidi could hardly contain her excitement with her mistress so close. She could feel Eleanor’s hot breath on the bare skin of her shoulders and her neck. Her breasts ached, swollen with need, as she leaned into the promise of Eleanor’s caress while the thrumming in her core intensified, a pulsing hum that vibrated through her entire body.

But Eleanor would ensure she had what she needed. What she deserved. She just needed to be patient.

“Tell me, dear. Have you been naughty, or nice this year?”

Heidi’s mind reeled. What was the correct answer? What would earn her rewards, and what might bring punishment? She had no way of knowing—she’d never been told.

“Oh, sweet girl, you don’t need to think, you just need to answer me.”

“I’ve … been … nice?” Heidi ventured, the tiny hairs on her bare arms standing up in excited anticipation.

“Wonderful. Then why don’t you see what’s inside your stocking?”

Heidi’s mind spun again. She’d answered correctly—hadn’t she? But she’d been given a command, no time to reconsider or to hesitate. She carefully, reverently, removed the first item from the stocking.

A paddle. An impression paddle. In a candy-cane pattern. Heidi’s eyes widened, and her thighs twitched involuntarily, a shiver running through her.

“That’s for you,” Eleanor murmured, her voice a husky growl against Heidi’s earlobe. “I’ll hold it for you while you look at the rest.” Heidi relinquished the paddle without a sound, though the promise it held and her mistress’s clothed body pressing against her naked flesh from behind, it was already more than she could take.

A jewellery box? Oh no! Heidi felt her stomach fill with butterflies. It was the box!

“Open it, my good girl.”

With trembling fingers, Heidi opened the jewellery box, though she already knew the contents so very, very well. A receipt from the campus coffee shop. The first time they’d gone out together. A book of matches with two missing. Eleanor had Heidi use them to light the candles the first time they used wax. The box was full of trivial little reminders of all the important moments they’d shared. She had no idea Eleanor had known about it.

“Have you been naughty, or nice, pet?”

Heidi was beginning to understand the shape of this game. “Nice,” she responded softly, her voice shy and uncertain. She felt foolish. Like a little girl.

“You have,” Eleanor agreed, and Heidi gasped as she felt the paddle caress her bare behind, soft as dandelion fluff. “See, it’s very easy. Now, there’s more.”

Heidi set aside the jewellery box and retrieved the next item from the stocking. As she pulled it free—an ominous weight in her hand—Heidi’s bare skin prickled with gooseflesh. The room was warm but suddenly she was very cold.

“Have you been naughty … or nice, darling?” Heidi couldn’t see her mistress’s face, but she felt sure Eleanor was glaring at the wooden spoon.

“I…” Heidi’s voice barely a squeak. The paddle caressed her buttocks again, its gentle touch both a warning and a promise.

“Words, Petal. You must use words.” Eleanor’s tone had taken on the menacing edge that filled Heidi with equal parts excitement and dread.

“I don’t underst—”

SMACK!

The candy-cane paddle’s sharp crack cut through Heidi’s words, leaving her gasping, tears welling up in her eyes. Her ass flared with pain immediately and she nearly toppled forward, but Eleanor swiftly pulled her upright by her harness. Still kneeling on the floor behind Heidi, Eleanor brought her lips to the sub’s ear once more.

“Heidi. Naughty or nice.”

Heidi’s teeth sank into her lower lip, her mind racing with the consequences of deception, struggling to find the courage to speak the truth. “Naughty,” she choked out. The paddle touched her skin again and she flinched before understanding it was a caress.

“There’s my good girl,” Eleanor breathed into her ear. Her fingertips were playing over Heidi’s bare stomach now, sending an electric thrill all through her body. “Explain.”

No! Heidi thought. She couldn’t confess. She couldn’t … she couldn’t deny Eleanor.

“W-w-wooden,” was all she could manage.

“You’re being very brave right now, my sweet. Now tell me.”

“I can’t,” Heidi felt herself getting light-headed. She couldn’t say these things out loud. Not to Eleanor! But she couldn’t disobey her either!

SMACK!

“I’m trying!” Heidi was gasping for breath, desperate for any way to avoid confessing.

“No trying. Tell me.” Eleanor never raised her voice. She never had to.

“His n-nickname, W-woodenSpoon,” Heidi finally began. The words came easier the more she spoke. She confessed everything. How he was a dom she’d met on VelvetChains, how they’d never met in person but how Heidi had submitted to him online. It was only once, early in the year, before Eleanor and Heidi had fully committed, but the weight of it had grown every time Heidi had kept it from her mistress.

“Please!” Heidi was shivering all over, crying, nearly hyperventilating at the idea that this might cost her Eleanor’s love and care.

Instead, the paddle was set aside, and suddenly Eleanor’s warm, protective arms wrapped around her. Eleanor was in front of her now, hugging her tight, in just the way Heidi loved best. “Shh, shh, shh, shh,” she whispered softly. “There she is. My brave, strong girl. I’m so proud of you.” She kissed each of Heidi’s cheeks softly. “You’re doing so well for me.”

They stayed like that for a long time. Heidi wasn’t sure how long. She’d practised kneeling even when alone in her apartment, and had become very good at it.

Eleanor’s voice was a gentle breeze on a summer’s day, “There’s one more, my flower,” she said, her words dripping with promise as she stood before Heidi, the stocking still on the floor. Heidi’s emotions had been wrung out, leaving her drained, yet somehow renewed. She was a canvas waiting for its next brushstroke.

But she’d been given an instruction.

With trembling fingers Heidi reached into the stocking once more. As her fingers closed around the device inside, Heidi’s mind reeled with confusion, followed by a thrill of shame that left her breathless and eager. She knew that looking up without permission risked another paddle—or something worse. But how could her mistress have known?

“Have you been naughty or nice,” Eleanor asked and her tone, as always, was gleaming marble under ice.

“Naughty,” Heidi responded, her blush colouring even her pale chest as she pulled the black, silicone covered device from the stocking. The electrical cord trailed behind. Then came the carefully wrapped selection of glass electrodes. Her breath caught as she studied the rake, then the mushroom.

“Is this what you wanted from me, my beautiful thing?” Eleanor’s voice was almost bored, but Heidi knew better. She knew in her heart that the wand was a gift for them both.

“Yes.”

Trembling, gasping, truly naked now save for a sheen of sweat, Heidi lay on Eleanor’s bed. She vaguely remembered Eleanor guiding her here at the end of their session, but what she remembered most was the overwhelming love she felt for Eleanor—and the deep, bottomless love Eleanor returned when she surrendered completely.

“Rest, my love, you’ve done wonderfully.” Eleanor returned to the bedroom, wearing nothing but a silk robe now and carrying drinks for both of them. “Drink first—you need electrolytes—then sleep. I have you.”

Knotty