Drowning in the Night [Snuggubus and Linolyte]

[The Snuggubus]

If her heart could race at the adorable sight of the woman nuzzling her sole, it certainly would. She struggled to not show herself to be too pleased, but she was certainly making it harder for her to be strict with her new pet. The way she eagerly sucked on her fingers, how she ground herself on her toes, her natural submissiveness, coupled with the lingering effects of Presence, it made her want to keep her. "Very well, but you'll have to start from the bottom." She replied, adjusting herself on the bed, her foot once again extended towards her, still warm. "Start on my foot again, and work your way up. Slowly. If you go too fast, I'll be forced to punish you. Is that understood?"

 

[Rylin]

"I understand, Mistress," she said, the smile of ecstasy and arousal still dancing on her lips, and lowered her mouth to where it was a moment ago, wrapped around her toes. Her hands being tied around her back made it somewhat difficult to maneuver her head down, and her breasts brushed achingly against her bare thighs, but she pushed on anyway, eager to please her Mistress. She started with a tender kiss on each toe, then a lick between the toes, and finally a long, agonizingly slow lick of her sole.

Ashley wanted to lap her up like a hungry dog, to show just how much she wanted her, but an order was an order, and the young brunette obeyed, making her way from the bottom and working her way up. Her legs smelled heavenly, and tasted even better, and she briefly wondered if she was even human at all, for no ordinary woman could have such a perfect body.

Her tongue made its way up her ankle, her calf, her knee, and finally her thigh, and the made her way back down again, leaving a glistening trail of saliva wherever it went. She looked up at her Mistress, a bit of her spit shining on her nose, as if asking if she did a good job. Then, she started her ascent once again, starting out from the feet, this time even slower than before, enjoying the muscles of her calf, and the softness of her thighs.

A spontaneous idea popped up in her mind, and Ashely wondered if she should act on her adventurous side. Ada would most likely punish her for it, but... that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Without warning, she bit down on the inner part of her thigh, achingly close to her panties, and sucked and licked and chewed on the skin, intending to leave a hickey on her smooth, angelic skin. She then looked up at Ada, smiling like a girl who had just gotten what she wanted.

 

[The Snuggubus]

Her pet managed to draw a few mature moans out of the woman, clearly enjoying the girl's mouth, drinking in the sight of her submissiveness, showed with every inch of movement. The way she looked up as if searching for approval on her face was more satisfying than her touches, however. She groaned softly at the cute bite. Ironic, considering what she herself was planning in the future. She reached forward and grabbed her head, intertwining her hand into her hair and making her look up. She liked her daring little gesture, but they both knew the consequences of it. "Ah, but you were doing so well... You think the worst that will happen to you is a few spankings, don't you? That is not your fault, however. I have yet to show you otherwise. Let's fix that."

And with that, she put on her heels again and paced to the side, opening a closet and taking something out. "In addition to being denied your gift, let's see what you think of this." She said, walking back, the clacking of her heel ominous. Once behind the girl, she unrolled and gently grazed the leather of a whip on her naked back. "Tell me, pet, is there anywhere in your body where you desire for me not to leave marks?" She asked. She didn't want her pet to have the embarrassment of having to explain lashing marks to others. "And be honest, I'll know if you lie." Centuries of watching humans gave her some ability to tell truth from lies. It was not 100% accurate, of course, but no harm in having the girl think it was, given the influence of other supernatural disciplines from before.

 

[Rylin]

She knew Mistress wouldn't take kindly to it, but she did it anyway, and now she realised, with her heart racing in her chest, that she was going to be punished again. The bold and defiant girl from earlier was gone, replaced with a whimpering submissive as her head was pulled back and Mistress let out a very threatening, yet arousing promise to her, and got up from the bed. "I-I...." She was left dumbfounded, not knowing if her words will infuriate Ada further, so she instead bit her lip and kept her mouth shut, waiting with her head down for her Mistress to come back.

The anticipation was perhaps even worse than the actual punishment, because her heart kept hammering in her chest as the silent room was filled with the clacking of heels and the opening and closing of a closet. She let out an indignant whine as she was denied her Mistress's taste, though she managed to keep quiet and still, lest her punishment gets compounded.

She gasped as she felt the warm, leathery whip graze her back, and suddenly she felt very afraid of what lied ahead. She would've preferred it if she didn't whip her at all and punished her some other way, but the girl, determined to prove herself, said, "You can whip me anywhere you want, Mistress." She bit her lip and took in a sharp breath, mustering up the courage to continue. "I...I'm actually really scared but... you can mark me as you wish, Mistress. I'm yours." She hung her head in shame and tensed up, awaiting the first crack.

 

[The Snuggubus]

She was pleased with her willingness to submit to her punishment, impressed, even. She still needed to be punished, but such attitude, on her first session ever, was to be rewarded. She let the tension hang in the air for a few seconds, letting her expect the lashing, only to receive warm lips against the back of her neck. Was she still alive, and not with centuries of experience, she would shiver at the words 'I'm yours' coming from the girl. "I'm proud of you, pet." She said, letting her absorb it as she got up, only to break it with a single lash across her naked back, leaving a vivid red mark on it. "Count to five." She ordered, as she kept on lashing and waiting for her to count, the sharp sting coupled with the loud snaps filling the room no doubt making the girl's heart race. Her lashes were as erratic and purposefully random as her spankings, although she paced them enough to let her recover, knowing this was a little much for a beginner.