Tina moved her hips back and forth so forcefully that Bette screamed out in a handful of moments that brought her that familiar sensation of humiliation. She couldn’t help the vocal reaction. She couldn’t help her body’s response to Tina’s rough treatment as she was turned onto her stomach and the toy was pushed into her once again. Bette clawed at the sheets, enjoying in the sadistic side to her lover. She could feel Tina’s grin from on top of her. She moaned at the hands kneading into her ass.

“How does it feel?” Tina whispered, lifting her chest from Bette’s back to better angle her hips.

“F-fuck,” Bette groaned with desperation, having wanted to answer fast, but feeling rather too overwhelmed for timely answers.

Tina moved with her, wordlessly commanding every part of her body. It was just as physically forceful and desperate as Tina allowed herself to be with Bette on any other occasion. It was familiar and it was fluid.

“Oh god … don’t punish me,” Bette rasped, grabbing behind her, to Tina’s hips. Her nails dug in, needing more. Weak for the Domme that climbed atop her so easily – having whatever she wanted. Bette wanted so much that she didn’t want Tine to offer it. She was breaking apart. Any shred of dominance was slipping through her fingers, pushing back against Tina. Hard wasn’t hard enough.

Tina was finding great amusement in Bette’s crumbling desperation, but she said nothing to tease her lover. She simply had her, smiling all the while. She knew that she could have Bette back as her submissive right then, and that she could have at any other point that day, but she welcomed the explorations they’d had together.

“T!” Bette growled with surprise, grabbing the headboard with both hands when Tina lifted her hips. Glancing over her shoulder, Bette couldn’t help but attempt to reprimand her sub-for-a-day. “T … be gentle …”

Immediately, Tina pulled back from her beautiful submissive, the toy pulled from Bette whose legs trembled at the loss. “Are you sure that’s what you want …?” Tina smiled, watching the look she’d seen many times before in those eyes – Bette wanted it harder. “I can go really slow … nice and delicate for you, my breakable little flower.”

Bette and Tina were lounging around the house for hours – watching TV, resting, and eating. Bette would lovingly touch her partner just for the intimacy, and Tina felt herself aroused by the loving embrace. She couldn’t believe how excited she became with every small caress – even squirming in Bette’s arms at one point. Bette, of course, pretended not to notice – she just kept touching her lover in that knowing way until Tina got up. Making some excuse to get a drink of water.

As Tina left, Bette watched after her with an energy of her own – wanting to satisfy Tina. Bette would have done so if Tina hadn’t extricated herself from her. She didn’t know how to withhold like Tina often withheld from her in such playful moments. It didn’t come naturally to her. It was difficult.

When Tina re-entered the room, Bette was staring at her with curiosity and awe. She had felt weak moments earlier for having wanted to be touched, but just then as Bette was staring at her, she felt powerful once again.

“T.”

Tina had stopped in her place – no glass of water in her hands. All she had on was a small tank top she had changed into and very loose shorts Bette felt were perfect for endless teasing.

“T … I really want you … I … don’t know how, though … this is really hard for me.”

“Oh poor baby,” Tina deadpanned, tugging at both sides of her shorts to emphasize that she had bent to Bette’s every whim – not the other way around.

“No, I know. But … I’m used to being your bitch.”

Tina laughed for a very long moment, and put her hands at her hips. She stared out at her usually submissive lover with a smile she kept for such new moments between them.

Bette leaned forward, lifting her back from the couch to rest her forearms on her knees. The silent seconds between them were filled with sincerity as Bette spoke: “I wanna know … how you do it.”

Tina was touched by the true admiration she saw in Bette’s eyes then. Something drew her to the ground, smiling at the shock on that naturally beautiful face – Bette never having thought she would be privy to the sight of Tina crawling on her knees. And yet there it was.

“It’s gonna be … quite a day,” Bette breathed with energetic promise – her hands on her knees just as Tina’s wrists had been untied. “You know that, don’t you?”

Tina smirked up to Bette in her newfound freedom, glad that the ropes were so easy on her wrists. “Yes … oh yes, I’m well aware. You’ve soaked me in the shower, stripped me, and tied me to the bed, and it’s only – what time is it?”

Bette leaned over toward her nightstand. “9:03.”

“Fuck,” Tina muttered with laughter, pulling herself to the edge of their bed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. And just in time for breakfast.”

As much as Tina desired for Bette to touch her, she pursed her lips with the inability to ask for it. Ask was a difficult concept to a woman so accustomed to commanding. And not only would she be asking, but begging. She knew Bette would have her beg for what she wanted. She let out a pent-up sigh, filled with longing and frustration.

Bette stood near the foot of the bed, continuing with a knowing grin: “And you’ll be wearing this.”

As Tina turned back, she couldn’t help but smile. It was a long, loose shirt. She knew there was no arguing or complaining allowed – she had done the very same to Bette many times before. She grinned at the symmetry.

The shirt Bette held on her finger was nearly long enough to reach Tina’s knees, and the sleeves would be somewhat long for her arms.

“Long sleeves. To keep you warm,” Bette teased while Tina stepped over to take the shirt. “You know … because you won’t be wearing anything underneath it.”

Tina grumbled with obedience, slipping off the bed to accept the shirt, and pull it on. She was smiling and glaring at the woman in her sights. She was loving Bette, in all of her learned cruelty. She wanted to spank her so desperately. Tina was certain she could feel the sting on the palm of her hand via her frequent memories of such. It was in the early morning that Tina quite often had the urge to spank Bette, as the submissive often squirmed and teased in order to receive those loving strikes. Tina had to bite her tongue in order to keep from ordering Bette’s obedience. In fact, she found a great amount of humor in her inability to convince herself to submit. It was more difficult than she had imagined.

“Unbelievable.”

Bette grinned, glancing from the paddle in her hand to the cup on the table, and then over to the woman at her side. She couldn’t help but shrug. “I told you I could do it.”

“That is … the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Bette laughed and laughed, finding great hilarity in her experienced lover’s remark. “Oh, really? Is that so? The craziest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Lady Christina crossed her arms, known more lovingly as Tina in her lover’s presence. “Well. Certainly the most impressive.”

Instinctively, Bette was filled with pride from her lovely Mistress, but she just as quickly tucked away her smile. “Beer pong is far from impressive.”

“Forever humble,” Tina muttered, snatching the paddle back into her hands to try the task for herself. However, the feel of the paddle in her hands only served to remind her of the agreement she had made only moments prior.

She had assured Bette that it would be impossible to hit a small ping pong ball into the cup from across the table in one try. When Bette had laughed, saying she could do it five times in a row, Tina had insisted she was exaggerating. She had bet her she couldn’t do it. When Bette had asked what they were betting for, Tina answered: “Make it ten, and I’ll be your sub for a day.”

Bette had felt her heart flutter at the possibility of such a thing, in absolute surprise. “But … but I just told you I could do it … are you sure you want to wager that?”

“Hey, you hit that thing into that cup ten times in a row and I will bend to your every command.”

As they stood there at the table together, Tina had seen it done.

In truth, she thought it might have been a possible task for Bette if she’d confessed as much, but the thought of bending to Bette’s every whim also excited her. Lady Christina had never been truly submissive to anyone for any period of time before. Ever.

“So,” Tina smiled at last, turning to Bette – to the victor. “Anything else I should be aware of? Any other … hidden talents?”

“I’d say your talent with that thing,” Bette whispered with love, gesturing to the paddle. “Is far greater than mine …”