“Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teased, “You’d do anything for a little slap. Maybe a nice, hard one? Let me guess where …”

“Uhh please …”

“Let’s see if you deserve it,” Tina smiled, turning as she stepped away to sit on the edge of the bed. “Turn around and get down on your knees.”

Bette was already aroused, quick to satisfy Tina’s requests. She was on the ground at the request, exhaling as she leaned forward onto her hands. She wanted them to be tied.

“That’s right. Keep your head down,” Tina continued, inhaling at the sight. She had such urges, especially seeing Bette’s obedience. Hearing Bette’s gasping screams and desperate moans would always arouse her. It always had her grinning – wanting more – and as she watched Bette bow her head, Tina’s cruelty was renewed. They completed each other’s desires so perfectly. “Now take off your shirt. Slowly.”

She watched very carefully as Bette obeyed, lifting the shirt very hesitantly from her lower back to the middle to her shoulders. Tina was always seduced by the musculature of Bette’s back – an art piece which never lost its lustre.

“Stop.” Tina ordered, just as the shirt was pulled up from Bette’s neck – covering the excited face of Tina’s willing captive. She got up toward the brunette with purpose, smiling as she circled her beautiful prey. Her beautiful, newly-topless prey.

Tina reached down and snapped Bette’s bra to hear her gasp before undoing it to free the tempting breasts. Tina reached around and pinched just one nipple between her fingers until Bette cried out. On that cue, she raked her short nails across the vulnerable chest, and stood to her full height again.

She smiled at the outline of Bette’s face available through the material of the shirt.

“Purple’s a nice color on you.”

“Thank you,” Bette whimpered, her arms growing tired. And just as it was all becoming too much, the shirt was yanked off of her, and her wrists were held together over her head. They were being tied with something.

“Japanese silk rope. It’s gentle, but don’t worry, love. There’s pain to come.”

Bette swallowed hard – she could sense from Tina’s voice that the night would be tiresome. And she was so thrilled that she could feel the excitement building inside of her. Tina was promising pain, and Bette knew it wouldn’t disappoint.