Drowning in the Night [Snuggubus and Linolyte]

[Rylin]

Amethyst.

The single word name was hung above the door of the club in stylish cursive and lit with violet neon lights; on closer inspection, the front exterior of the building was filled with images of women in precarious and provocative positions, bound in all sorts of entrapments and devices. Anyone with eyes and a working brain could see that this was a fetish club, and a very classy one at that.

And for Ashley Haywood, this was basically unseen territory. At 25 years young, Ashley had everything she could've hoped for, a promising career as a lawyer in one of the biggest firms in town, a beautiful apartment, a sleek car, and a somewhat decent face, if she could say so herself. The only thing she sorely lacked was the presence of a partner in her life, something she planned to remedy before the night ended.

Having been an introvert through high school and an awkward overachiever through university, Ashley never had someone to call her own, though throughout the years she'd come to realize the preferred the feminine part of the world's population. It happened so that she heard about this particular lesbian fetish club when she mentioned to a colleague her disappointment in her sex life, or lack thereof, and once after a whole week of psyching herself up, she managed to drag herself through the doors and sit herself on a secluded stool at the bar.

Dressed in a white low cut V-line dress, Ashley had feared her choice of attire was risque and too revealing, though now that she's seen what went on inside the club, she might as well have worn her pajamas. The women here were in all States of undress, some clad in full party regalia, much like herself, and some in only their lace bras and thongs, strutting around as if they owned the place. She spotted a few pairings here and there as well, one particular pair had a collared and scantily clad girl bent over the lap of an older woman, the girl crying out in a mix of pain and ecstasy as the woman delivered slaps to her plump backside blow after blow. The brunette bit her lip at the sight, utterly ashamed that she found such acts arousing, and looked away, hoping no one would see her blushing face.

It seemed the bartender finally tired of her sulking around and not ordering anything, as the woman walked over and offered her a reassuring smile. "Anything you want, love? I find that most newbies ease up once they've got a drink or two in 'em".

Ashley, clearly startled by the sudden conversation, stared at the bartender for a long moment, before finally deciding, "Umm, tequila please." The woman nodded once and walked off to pour her drink, leaving Ashley alone with her thoughts again. That was when she noticed that a pair of eyes had been on her ever since she walked in, and flickered to their owner, a beautiful, black haired woman who seemed completely in her element. Her heart fluttered slightly at the thought that such a beauty had been looking at her the whole time, and with a shy smile, she beckoned the stranger to the empty seat beside her. The brunette then turned away, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ears as she did so, not wanting to look if the mysterious stranger ignored her invite.

 

[The Snuggubus]

Power. What a stupid concept. Most are led to believe that power is a means to an end, that you need it to achieve what you want. But those who fight for it, those who were near the top, they know that power is a tool to fight for even more power. A self-feeding loop that always ends with someone taking what's yours. Such was the nature of the Ventrue. And she was done with it. Old enough to reach the upper echelons of society, having honed her disciplines enough to make elders flinch, she was fully in a position to carve out a piece of the city for herself, but she decided to instead burn all bridges with her old 'friends' and just disappear. Funnily enough, those who were not privy to the secrets of the supernatural would see her as just another broken millionaire, seeking to feel alive in this promiscuous club, having had far too many drinks. In a way, she had everything a human would ever want. Eternal life, money, eternal youth, and beauty. It gave her a sense of comfort to be around such simple beings, doing such simple things for pleasure. She chuckled at the thought that maybe they had lied to her and that, in truth, she was a Toreador, mingling with kindred and kine as if they were the same, finding beauty in the mundane.

When she entered the room, however, Adaline knew that she would not just watch these simple beings, but join them tonight. The young woman had the rarified type of blood she needed. And a newbie too, easy prey.

She waited a bit. Let the girl get settled, she thought. But, surprisingly, the young woman gave her a subtle invitation. She responded with a soft smile and inconspicuously walked towards her as if she was a friend she just now recognized, her tight black dress barely flowing below the knee. She didn't even think of using her disciplines here; she was trying to distance herself from her vampiric aspects, after all, and, save for her attractive fangs and red eyes, which, now covered by blue contact lenses, gave off the impression of being a beautiful violet tone, she planned to be just a cold, pale human for the night. "You've made quite the entrance. I counted at least two other ladies who wanted to be where I am right now." She said as she took a seat next to the girl, bringing a cherry whiskey glass with her.

 

[Rylin]

The woman had an air of authority around her, from the way she carries herself, to the way she spoke, even to the way her silky dark hair swayed as she walked towards her. Ashley smiled bashfully at her as she took a seat next to her, and promptly told her that there were other women looking at her as well. "Well, I'm glad I have you to save me, then," she said, again tucking her hair behind her ear, as a way if coping with the rapid heartbeat hammering in her chest. She couldn't help but catch a whiff of the woman's scent, and it felt strangely... aetherial. Otherworldly, almost, with just how a smell can make her swoon.

"I assume you frequent places like these often?" she asked cheekily, thrumming the table with perfectly manicured fingers as she waited for her tequila shot. It did come, and the brunette downed it before she could second guess herself. The liquid burned in her throat, and Ashely felt herself ease and sag a little bit into her stool. She chuckled nervously, "I swear, I must look like a deer in the headlights."

 

[The Snuggubus]

'Save her'. She liked that. She noticed her little nervous tick and planned to use that information later. When she heard the cliché'd line from the girl, she gave her a look that clearly said "Really?", which no doubt prompted her second, more self-aware line. Adaline chuckled at that statement. "You sure do, dear, but it's fine, relax. My name's Ada, what's yours?" She asked to break the ice. It was a weird experience for Adaline. Social conventions had changed much throughout her unlife, but the basics remained the same, and it almost felt like going through the motions with the girl. Of course, her sadistic streak came much later in life and wasn't as acceptable (or consensual) back then, so there was still some novelty to enjoy.

 

[Rylin]

A small chuckle escaped her as the beauty confirmed that she did look like a deer in the headlights. So much for stepping out of her comfort zone. She was grateful for her breaking the ice; names were a good place to start, right? "Ashley. Or Ash, if you prefer. Nice to meet you, Ada," she said with a bright smile, genuinely happy to be having a normal conversation. A loud spank and a shriek drew her attention to the couple from before, and the blonde bit her lip as she felt herself getting aroused from watching the girl's apple red behind.

"This is quite the place, isn't it?" she asked absentmindedly as she looked around the dim room, taking in the gothic leather décor and the assortment of whips and paddles lined on the wall. With a gulp, she turned to Ada, and blurted out, "Umm, are... are you a domme?" Ash bit her lower lip as she did so, visibly flushed and surprised at herself for asking such a blunt question.

 

[The Snuggubus]

She barely glanced at the general direction of the spank, she was used to it. Rather, she wanted to watch the girl's reaction, and she very much liked it. "Yes, yes I am." She replied, with a smirk, as her hand reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear, a playful jab at the fact that she had done it twice out of nervousness. "I don't need to ask to know what you are..." her hand gently moved down, brushing her cheek, caressing down to her neck as she leaned forward to whisper; "Is that what you want? To be bent over and spanked until you're whimpering?" She teased, before backing off, her hand moving to her shoulder. She offered no warmth but enjoyed taking hers. Her smile was soft, as if what she had whispered wasn't lewd in the least. "Take your time, dear, I won't do anything you're not ready for."

 

[Rylin]

She was startled by Ada's sudden movement, but made no attempts to pull away as the other woman tucked her hair behind her ear, a mirror to her nervous tell. Ashley flushed and immediately looked down to their shoes as she said she was a domme and that she already knew what she was. Was she really that obvious?

And— her feet were so pretty too; perfectly shaped and manicured, and smooth just like the rest of her. She squirmed a little in her seat as her mind wandered to images of herself kissing, suckling and worshipping Ada's beautiful feet.

Her touch was surprisingly cold, and she shivered as she traced her hand from her cheeks to her neck, leaving a burning trail of goosebumps wherever she touched. She blushed heavily and stammered at her question, confused and taken aback by her directness. The brunette met her eyes, bit her lips, and gulped, before she mustered up the courage to say it. "I— Yes," she whispered, chewing her lip nervously and absentmindedly tucking her hair again, wondering what Ada might say in response. Not just bent over and spanked; she had a myriad of fantasies that would turn a normal person away in disgust, and she wasn't sure how the other woman would react if she told her she all the things she wanted. "This is my first time here, and I..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say anymore, and squished her legs together, willing to curl herself up into a ball and disappear.

 

[The Snuggubus]

Adaline was filled with glee at the cute sight of her soon-to-be pet. Any domme would kill to have an inexperienced sub to play with, but Ashley was exceptionally adorable. "Shh, shh, it's ok..." She said reassuringly, gently taking her chin between her fingers to turn her gaze to her violet eyes. "We're here to have fun, aren't we?" She asked, before slowly leaning forward, her hand sliding over her chest, gently pressed against her breast as she touched lips with her, giving her a soft, cold, chaste kiss, before moving back and removing her hand, with a smile.

"One more round for the pretty girl. On me." She asked the bartender. Ashley clearly needed to loosen up a little, even if it was adorable to watch her struggle.

 

[Rylin]

Ash nodded at Ada's soothing voice, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, and meeting her gaze as she tipped her chin. A breath hitched up in her throat as she felt her hand against her breast, but she was enveloped in a kiss before she could react. Ada's lips were soft and cold, and the brunette breathed into the kiss, letting the tension melt out of her and turning her body to give her more access to her chest. "Yes. Yes we are," she said with a shy smile, though her face fell just a little bit as her touch was taken away from her. "Thank you."

She didn't know just how tense she was being until she kissed her and order and drinks for her. She also downed the second tequila quickly, and the liquid began to make her feel a lot more at ease and just appreciate the night more. For instance, how this absolutely gorgeous woman was putting up with her stammering and blushes. She giggled just a bit, thinking about how she must've looked in the other woman's eyes.

Now fuelled by liquid courage and feeling adventurous, she gently snaked her hand on the bar counter, till her finger tips met hers. She hesitated for a second, then with a smile, intertwined her fingers with hers. "So are girls normally as clueless as me?" she giggled, hoping to break the ice just a bit more and make herself ease up as well.

 

[The Snuggubus]

She let the girl take her time, glad that she was able to calm down. She didn't want the girl drunk, but this state was perfect. She did not hesitate in intertwining her fingers with the girl's, gently stroking the back of her hand. "Only those that wanna spend the night with me." She replied with a smirk. "I'd love to know about you if you're willing to tell." She asked, not at all in a hurry to take her to bed. It was inevitable that they'd end up together now, but Ashley needed to trust her. Healthy D/s relationships were all about, trust, after all. even if, given her age, it was unlikely that she'd find anything new in the girl's backstory, it would still give her some information as to what the person before her wanted out of the night.

 

[Rylin]

She blushed at her answer, though this time she didn't stammer or look away; she only squeezed her hand playfully as a cheeky smile spread across her lips. "Oh, so sure of it, are you?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow, though they both know she was dying to have a taste of this beautiful domme. Ash nodded to her offer, thinking for a moment before answering, "Well, I'm 25, and I'm a lawyer. Umm... I'm a quiet girl and I love cooking and reading books...." Wow, now that she thought about it, she was really really bland. "I also like making a fool out of myself in front of hot strangers and bars, and... I like getting spanked? Well, I've fantasized about it at least." Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she said the last part, and rubbed the back of Ada's hand for support. "What about you?"

 

[The Snuggubus]

"That last part I already knew." She teased, given how the girl reacted to another girl being spanked. As expected, the girl was not that special. Or rather, that's the impression she had of herself, given how she described herself. Her profession, however, told her much. Likely stressed, likely well off, a common, yet still delicious type. "Ah, I am no one special. All you need to know is that I like watching girls being adorable in front of me and bars, and I like spanking." She replied. Centuries of life, but she was still bad at coming up with lies as to what her life entailed. "So you've never done this? How much do you know about it?" She asked, quick to change subjects.

 

[Rylin]

It seemed like she wanted to keep her story, and herself a mystery, which was fine by Ashley. It left room for imagination, and she briefly wondered if she was talking to a millionaire who has simply too much time to spare, or perhaps a vampire searching for their next prey. An involuntary shiver went down her spine as she thought of the possibilities.

"Well... not much, really. I know that there's a dominant and a submissive, and there's like safe words for when things get too intense. Other than that... maybe a few kinks here and there? I've watched a few videos to get the gist of it but it's wayyyy different seeing it in person." She nodded towards the pair from before, who seemed to have finished their session and was now applying what seemed like a soothing balm to the submissive's flaming red ass.

She bit her lip, waiting to hear what Ada thought of her inexperience.

 

[The Snuggubus]

"That's expected. You know enough to start with." She replied, before getting up stretching her arms above her head. "I believe you're ready." She added, before once again cupping her chin, making her look directly into her eyes. This time, she decided to use just a little bit of Dominance. Of course, a good domme wanted the sub to obey because she wanted to, but, when disciplines were sprinkled into their interactions, her orders and what she wanted would eventually become one and the same. "You will wait for three minutes. After that, head up and knock on door 32." And, with that, she let go of her and headed upstairs to change.

 

[Rylin]

"Huh? Ready for what?" Her query was answered as Ada cupped her chin and stared into her eyes, and Ashley almost fainted at the beauty and intensity of her eyes. She suddenly felt lightheaded, like she wanted nothing more than to obey her and please her, like a good girl that she is. The brunette nodded with a gulp, and was left staring at Ada as she left, heart hammering away in her chest. She knew what the woman was inviting her to, of course, but it still didn't make it any less surreal. She quickly paid for her drink and, after precisely 3 minutes, left the bar and headed up to the rooms.

Soon, she was standing in front of room 32, hands shaking slightly, and a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. She knew she wanted this when she decided to come to this club, but now she was starting to second-guess herself. Before she could overthink herself into running away, she brought her hand up to the door and knocked one, two, three times.

 

[The Snuggubus]

With the certainty that the girl would be there exactly three minutes later, she changed into something appropriate for the occasion. She chuckled in front of the mirror at the thought that, in most media, vampires couldn't be seen in mirrors. The knocks brought her back to the situation at hand, and she smiled, eager to see her new partner's reaction. She opened the door to reveal herself in a black corset and lingerie set, complete with black stockings and heels. The black contrasted beautifully with her excessively pale skin. A dim, neutral-colored light emanated from the bedroom, framing her as she stood in front of the door. "For a second I thought you had run away." She teased. She hadn't, as she made sure she didn't do so, but it was fun to tease her. "Your safeword is strawberry. Now get in and take off your dress."

 

[Rylin]

She hadn't expected her to be in lingerie when she opened the door. The brunette was left wide eyed and mouth hanging open as she took in the pale beauty before her, clad in an all black attire that seemed to hug her and show off her assets in all the right ways. Ashley simply blushed at her tease, and gently shook at her head. There was no way she'd be able to run away, not after the woman had lured her into a trance-like lust for her.

The blonde bit her lips, her heart fluttering from the sudden command, but she quickly obeyed her and moved into the room, where her dress came off with the pop of a single button. She stepped out from the pile of sparkling garment, clad in red lace panties and letting her breasts breathe free. Conscious of her body, she brought up her hands so that they were covering her breasts, and tucked her hair behind her as she looked up to meet her eyes. She waited silently, expecting further commands.

 

[The Snuggubus]

She held the girl's wrist as it went up to cover her breasts. Her hands were firm, strong, but did not hold tight enough to hurt. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, dear pet..." She stated, establishing her nickname on the spot. She gently let go of her wrist, pacing around her like a shark, with her hand extended, cold fingers dragging against her skin as her eyes scanned her whole figure.

Once she reached her back, she gently scraped her fingernails against her back, all the way down to the waistband of her panties. "Looks like you came dressed for the occasion." She let go of it, letting it snap back against her skin. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing the red marks she left on her skin, caressing over them, her other hand lifting up to her neck and wrapping around it, delicately, as she leaned her head in, very clearly taking in her scent. She scraped her sharp fangs against her skin but was not a desperate neonate in search of a meal. Like her orgasm, she would have to earn her bite tonight.

"Kneel." she ordered, using Dominance again. Not at all because she felt she wouldn't obey, but to once again mix disciplines and normal commands to make her truly feel like she was powerless there.

 

[Rylin]

A breath hitched up in her throat as Ada took hold of her hands, telling her not to be ashamed of her body. It wasn't so much as ashamed as it was uncomfortable; she knew she had a decent body, it was just that she worried the other woman might think lowly of her after seeing her assets. Ashley nodded nervously, and meekly placed her hands back at her sides, letting go of her troubled thoughts and submitting to her commands. The nickname she was given only served to make her feel more comfortable and appreciated, and a very faint blush bloomed on her face as she was called her pet. Goosebumps broke out all cross her body as her dark eyes scanned every bit of her body, and Ashley had to exert every bit of willpower she had not to shuffle around nervously.

"Y-yes, Mistress..." she whispered in affirmation, subconsciously giving her a nickname just as she had done for her, and shivered as her fingernails trailed deliciously across her back, sure to leave marks on her smooth skin. She jerked forward as her panties snapped back to her waist, but quickly reverted back to her position, not wanting to upset Ada. Her fingers trailed warmly where her nails had left marks, and she cooed as he felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the depths of submission, accelerated by Ada's hand around her throat and her teeth upon her neck. The brunette was trembling at her knees and her panties were starting to get wet now; and they haven't even started anything.

Once again, she felt this need, this desire to obey her, like there was nothing else she'd rather do in her life. Her eyes fluttered shut as her sultry command, and gently lowered herself to the ground, kneeling before her Mistress with her knees spread apart, hands folded on her lap, and eyes turned down, prostrating herself before her.

 

[The Snuggubus]

Her command was vague and did not specify how she wanted her to kneel, but the way she chose did please her, except for a single detail. "I did not tell you to face me, did I?" She asked, her hand gripping the girl's hair, forcing her to look at her. "Turn towards the bed." She ordered, letting her go and fetching one of the many tools she had prepared for their night. Bringing it to her, she began to wrap her wrists behind her back with ribbons, tying them tightly together. Ribbons were softer but just as strong as rope, and, in her opinion, looked better.

She then took the girl's neck from behind and forced her down, making it so she bent over. Her other hand went up before swinging down at her butt cheek. "So you don't even apologize when you make a mistake?" She taunted, as her hand lifted again and hit her other cheek, this time grabbing and scratching it with her nails as she groped it. She continued spanking her, with random pauses and intensity, never letting the girl get accustomed to a rhythm, always making her wonder how it would feel next.

 

[Rylin]

She cringed when she heard Ada's harsh voice instead of the praise she's been expecting, and her eyes widened with fear and nervousness as she gripped her hair and forced her to look at her. Ashley could only stammer out a few words, "I-I didn't—" , before she was cut off again and ordered to face the bed. The brunette obeyed quickly, not wanting to disappoint her further.

She left out a soft gasp as her hands were brought behind her back and bound with a soft, but strong, cloth, and Ashley could only bite her lip and wait in anticipation as Ada went about her work. Then, suddenly, she was forced down to the ground, her ass high up in the air, and she let out a whimper as her cheeks felt the wool of the rug underneath them. The spank was completely unexpected, and her scratching and groping even more so, and Ashley jerked forward and tried to wiggle away, or to at least, save her ass from the assault of slaps, the irregularities of which prevented her from settling into any kind of familiarity. "AH, I didn't know! Ahhh! It hurts, Ada! I'm- I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" She willed herself to stay still and take whatever punishment Ada gave her, telling herself that it would only get worse if she tried to resist.

Despite the shame and humiliation, the stinging pain in her butt cheeks morphed and mixed into pleasure, and she felt her panties getting damper than they should, and her nipples getting hard in the cold open, completely visible to Ada. The images of the girl being spanked over her mistress's lap from earlier flooded into her mind, and her cheeks burned with the knowledge that she was now in the same position. "I'm really sorry, Mistress!"

 

[The Snuggubus]

"You will address me as Mistress, and only that." She replied to her pleas, her other hand pulling her hair back while she continued to relentlessly spank her. It was fun to watch how her body reacted so contradictory to pain and shame. After at least twenty strong slaps against her ass cheeks, she gently caressed both her and her scalp. "You're not being a good pet, are you? You want to be good for your mistress, don't you?" She teased, before letting go of her. "Straighten yourself. Remain on your knees." She ordered as she sat in front of her on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. She patiently removed her heel and extended her leg towards her.

"Remove my stocking." She knew that her hands were tied behind her back, and that was exactly the point. From that position, looking down at her, she thought appropriate to use a bit of Presence. With only the two in the room, it would be sure to put the girl in a state of fascination for her for the moment. A little manipulative, like any discipline, but it just added to the fun, the balance between her true thoughts and the disciplines, becoming one the more they were used in conjunction.

 

[Rylin]

"A-ah! Yes, Mistress! I'm sorry!" she squealed into the floor as her bare and exposed ass was assaulted time and again, each slap becoming progressively more painful, till her eyes were watering when she reached the last slap. She shivered and let out a soft moan as her hands groped and caressed her inflamed buttocks and her scalp, the soft touches bringing a pleasurable edge to the pain. Her cheeks burned in shame as Ada told her how she wasn't being a good pet, and scrambled to obey her next command, intent on probing her wrong. "I want to be a good pet for you, Mistress. I'm trying, I really am!" she said indignantly, though she didn't dare to meet her eyes, instead keeping her gaze fixed on her bent knees. This was her first time doing all of this; hopefully Ada won't punish her for a few mishaps?

Her next order left her looking at her quizzically, not entirely sure what she meant. "But Mistress... my hands are—" she stopped mid-sentence and blushed as she realised what was being asked of her, and obeyed her with a quiet, "Yes, Mistress." Meekly, she brought her mouth down to the middle of her thighs, where the hem of her stockings was. Her nose dipped into her soft thighs as she grasped the fabric in her mouth, taking in her sweet, peachy scent as she slowly and painstakingly dragged the stocking down her thighs, knees, calf and leg, finally getting it off her with a triumphant grin and smiling. Aiming to please her further, she brought herself down to the level of her toes, and gently kissed each individual one, taking care to give each one proper attention and an affectionate lick. She then moved on to the next leg, repeating the same process, and looked up at her Mistress expectantly after removing the stockings from both legs. She believed she performed what was asked of her without fail; she deserved a praise, right?

 

[The Snuggubus]

She used her 'borrowed' blood to give her legs and feet some warmth; she imagined that being fully cold for the entirety of the session wouldn't be very pleasant for her, which was ironic to think of, considering that, regardless of what she did, the disciplines would make sure that she walked out of that room praising her regardless of how she had done. No more disciplines for the rest of the night, she thought. She was here to distance herself from her undead self, after all.

She liked the girl's enthusiasm and initiative, and smiled down at her, her hand gently reaching forward to caress her previously abused scalp through her hair. "You're doing great, pet." She said. While the girl was looking up, she wouldn't notice as her mistress' foot, the one she kissed and licked, moving forward below her, gently rubbing her toes against her slit as her hand moved to her cheek to caress it, the warm touch of her toes contrasting with her cold hand. Silent, she moved her hand down, caressing down her cheek, over her lips, and gently pressing to slide her middle and ringer into her mouth, pressing and rubbing their tips against her tongue while her big toe teased her entrance, tracing between her lower lips. "I assume my pet wants a reward? Tell me what you want, and I may grant it..." She offered, gently pulling her fingers back out, letting them linger on her lower lip.

 

[Rylin]

A small smile rolled over Ashley's lips as she reveled in Ada's warm and comforting feet, nuzzling her face affectionately into her sole like the good girl she was. It felt strange to think that she didn't even know this woman an hour ago, and know she was willingly debasing herself for her pleasure. Not that it matters though, it made her heart race whenever she was praised or told she did a good job.

She turned her head up to meet Ada's eyes as she caressed her scalp and cheeks, shivering from the chilling cold of her fingers in contrast to the comforting warmth of her toes. The brunette smiled like a little kid upon being told she was doing great, and eagerly opened her mouth so that her Mistress may use her as she pleased. She sucked in her fingers hungrily, licking and suckling as if her life depended on it, and shutting her eyes and moaning as her toe went lower, to her pussy. Her panties were completely soaked, and she moved her lips along with her toe to get the most friction out of it. Ashley whimpered as the pleasure built and built, and almost whined when Ada took her fingers back out of her mouth, trailing a line of saliva down her lips.

She looked up at her Mistress with big brown eyes, not entirely sure what she wanted to ask for. She craved the pain and humiliation of being spanked, but she also craved her soft and tender touch on her aching pussy, and her tongue wanted to taste her soft, delicious juices. After a moment of thinking, she whispered, "Can...can I taste you, Mistress?"