“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.