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You're Like a Song Stuck in My Head [FxF] (Clearsight X Javorcek)

The rougher and less controlled Alex's movements became, the more arousing it became to the young drummer. Being with Alex had practically redefined what she thought of as sex. Of course, no matter how arousing and pleasurable the new stuff was, physical stimulation was still the best. She couldn't stop her hand from sneaking its way down and helping out, it seemed like the only option for the lustful, needy drummer. She still had plenty to learn. Although Alex clearly had no intentions of stopping and was having plenty of pleasurable fun herself, Tessa wasn't allowed to touch herself. She wanted to pout and argue, try to convince Alex that she neeeeeded it, but the gaze and tone made it very clear how little Alex cared about what Tessa thought or did not think she needed. There was only one person qualified to make the decisions on what Tessa would receive, and it was Alex.

It all boiled down to permission. Tessa was the submissive, the pet, and whatever she wanted, no matter how badly, had to go through Alex. It was going to be a hard lesson for the willful Tessa to learn, but she could adapt... Well, right after she took a brief moment to whine, looking up at Alex with some mix of anger and pleading. She wanted to cum! Mean Alex, not letting her touch herself and not letting her cum! You were supposed to feed pets before you ate, shouldn't that be applied to orgasms if one had a human pet? Tessa thought so, even if she didn't dare say it out loud. Well, she did dare but she didn't do it regardless, she wanted to cum at some point and she knew Alex well enough to know the woman wasn't joking at all. Alex rarely joked. She would tease but joking was a different matter entirely, when she said something she meant it. Tessa had made that discovery early, but after a few times assuming she was joking Tessa learned, and she wasn't about to see if the singer's personality changed in the bedroom.

"Hmph" Tessa pouted but nodded her head eventually, acknowledging the stinky rules, and then, in an adorable fashion, she leaned back up and let her tongue drag across Alex's needy sex. If there was one way to get Alex back on track that was it, she was counting on it. She repeated the process, twice, three times. She even started to grin, challenging Alex to keep going, her cum-soaked, flushed face giving her a very playful look.
 
Alex thought she was being pretty lenient by verbally reprimanding Tessa rather than physically disciplining the girl; but of course her new pet didn't see things that way. Her naughty kitty just huffed and pouted as Alex set down new rules, rules that were totally necessary if they wanted to continue this dynamic. "Keep pouting and I'll - nnff... I'll use the paddle next time. Fuck!" The singer cried out as Tessa dragged her tongue up her needy slit. Her pet eagerly licking, combined with the image she now had in her head of her naughty kitty on all fours receiving a spanking, had Alex soon toppling over the edge. Her hips gave a few more uneven, selfish jerks before she was finally there, moaning and trembling ontop of Tessa, hips still rocking as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm.

Panting and feeling a little more clear-headed after her first climax, Alex's hips slowly stilled and she backed off her lover enough so that the girl could breathe. "You are a mess." The singer smirked affectionately down at her pet. With her hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and her face glistening cum, Tessa looked quite the sexy mess....and she was aware that her poor little sexy mess was still wound up and needed to cum. "I think you've earned a little reward. Get on the bed, you can play with yourself but you better not cum while I get the toy ready."

With that, she got up onto slightly unsteady legs and headed towards the little black bag the was storing their toys. While Tessa got settled on the bed, Alex opened up the packaging for the new dildo and harness. Then she disappeared into the bathroom so that she could clean the toy and pull on the harness. She lined up her new cock and made quick work of the fastenings. Bleh...I miss my old harness... And I wish I had packed... Alex didn't pack all the time...but whenever she planned on using a strapon, she tried to. It kept the toy nice and warm...unlike the room temperature thing between her legs. With a slight huff, she resigned herself to grabbing the free bottle of lube that came with her overpriced new toy. Putting a dollop into her palm, she played with it a bit in her hand to warm it up as she came back out of the bathroom and towards the bed to see how her pet was doing.
 
Tessa was hooked. Every part of what her and Alex was doing not only exceeded everything she had done before, but she loved it, all of it. Even the imagery of a paddle was less frightening and almost entirely arousing, especially when it was Alex's athletic, sexy self wielding the daunting object. Tessa did have quite the imagination though, and the images in her head were probably fluffed up versions of reality, but thus far reality felt fluffed. Her time with Alex was surreal in the sense that it defied the definition of sex she had formed throughout her life and turned it into a much more enjoyable and exciting experience, complete with the fact that it was basically their dirty little secret. It made it really difficult to find anything truly uncomfortable when everything felt, in a sense, unbelievable.

Fortunately the physical sensations kept the drummer grounded, and panting. She looked up at Alex, a mess but a panting, grinning one. "You made me a mess." She retorted, reaching up and gently wiping away some of the glistening cum from her face. When Alex got up she didn't immediately reach down and start touching herself but took a few deep breaths and got a hold of herself, even running a hand through her tousled hair, though she didn't bother to make it neat. Instead she gave it all some thought, let the cool air soothe and relax her, and then turned onto her stomach. Tessa didn't stop there but slowly rose up to her hands and knees. The drummer scooted up the bed, got comfortable, and raised her perfect ass high up into the air. It took a moment to find the position she was happy with, the one that would present Alex with the best first look upon coming back, but she found it, and was wiggling her butt in the air as she waited for Alex's return.

"Hurry~" She whined impatiently, loud enough that Alex would be able to hear her. Tessa was horny and needy and really wanted to cum but she also wanted to present herself to Alex, and so she was showing that rare bit of restraint, not touching herself so she could give Alex and eyeful. She could have, but in her head the current 'offering' felt perfect, and Tessa refused to ruin her sexy pose for a few extra moments of pleasure that wouldn't be comparable to what Alex was going to give her at all.
 
Of course upon hearing her pet whining, Alex took her sweet time warming up the toy and making a few adjustments to the harness. Once she ran out of things to fiddle with though, she padded out of the bathroom and rounded the short corner to the beds, stopping dead in her tracks when she was greeted with the sight of Tessa's perfect rear end in the air. She had been expecting to see her pet on her back, one hand between her legs and the other playing with her small breasts....and instead she got an eyeful of a cute, pale little bottom with a glimpse of a swollen, soaked slit right underneath it. "Definitely need to get you a tail..." Alex mumbled. Yes, a butt plug tail for her new kitty. Hopefully there was one she could order online and have forwarded to the next stop on their tour.

"Mmm..." The singer hummed and moved to the bed, kneeling down behind Tessa as she stroked the toy, taking the time to warm it up as she settled into her new position. "I could have sworn that I told my pet to play with herself while she waited, not think up of ways to tempt her Mistress." Alex's free hand ran along the swell of her naughty kitty's upturned rear. Not one order had been obeyed tonight! Tessa was constantly pushing at her boundaries. Even though the singer loved having a submissive who had some fight to her, Alex knew that if she didn't start drawing the lines somewhere right now, it would be difficult to keep Tessa in her role later. With her mind made up, her free hand drew back, cupped and with fingers drawn together, the first strike to Tessa's backside was more noise than pain. The first SMACK! rang out loud in their quiet hotel room and Alex admired the light pink that was blossoming over her pet's pale left cheek.

A little pause, Alex counting to ten, giving Tessa time to decide if things were going too far. When her pet made no movement or sound to object, Alex struck again, a touch harder this time. "You need to start doing what you're told." SMACK! "And to stop being a naughty kitty with no self control." SMACK! As soon as the blows were delivered, Alex ran her hand soothingly over Tessa's heated flesh. "Are you going to be good now, pet? Or should we just call it a night..."
 
Tessa was finally starting to get the ins and outs of what it meant to be Alex's pet. Words like can didn't have an ambiguous meaning that left the choice to her, it made sense when she really thought about it but habit was habit. No, can was the exact same as any other order, Alex's words were anything but suggestions. She didn't regret the sexy pose, she noticed the look in the singer's eyes. More than that, the moment that strong hand struck her ass she shivered in delight. Tessa was enjoying it far too much, though she had a feeling Alex was allowing her that enjoyment. It wouldn't be difficult for it to be more painful and less kinky. Still, she was wiggling her ass delightedly, right up until Alex mentioned calling it a night.

Tessa couldn't imagine anything worse than ending it there, and it wasn't even really the built up desires that had yet to be addressed. She just didn't want it to end, because the last time they fooled around it ended and stayed that way, Tessa was going to cling to their night together until she was satisfied. In an instant her ass stopped wiggling about and the grin disappeared from her face, the young drummer turning her head and whining gently. "I... I'll be good Mistress..." She said, a tinge of resistance in her voice because she wasn't sure if she could completely keep herself in line, it was really fun to be flirty and playful, but she was sincere in not wanting it to end at least.

Saying the word Mistress out loud was odd though, because to Tessa there was the urge to just call her Alex, and she almost had a moment ago. Her best friend was someone she was comfortable with, almost too comfortable with to easily transition to a strict relationship. She was trying, even if she wasn't doing a perfect job. "Please don't stop here..." Tessa lifted her ass up higher and let her flexible, lithe body press down into the bed, completely offering herself up to Alex, giving her Mistress whatever she wanted. That was the plan to begin with, to give herself to Alex. She had high expectations after their first night together and she had no intentions of missing out on another blissful night with the sexy singer.
 
A delighted grin spread across Alex's face at Tessa's first utterance of 'Mistress'. Personally she liked having two personas - Alex the Mistress was not the same as Alex Javorcek. Yeah, sometimes the two would overlap, but she didn't want to be a Mistress -all- the time; she loved hanging around with Tessa, talking about stupid things and horsing around and being equals...she didn't want their day to day dynamic to change just because their sexual system was getting a reboot. She hoped that Tessa calling her 'Mistress' was a reflection of the girl realizing that allllllllllll the crazy, kinky stuff they were doing right now was totally separate from every other second of every other day when Tessa was free to call her 'Alex' and the two of them could just be friends. Yeah, separate, totally separate. Just doing Mistress and pet stuff. No girlfriend/girlfriend mess.

"You better be good..." Alex paused for a moment, in thought. It was difficult to be a Mistress because you wanted your pet to be good...but then you also wanted her to be bad so that you had a reason to punish her. Alex didn't want Tessa to be good -all- the time, maybe like, 75% of it, so to give the girl incentive to misbehave later, the singer continued. "Because if you're not good, I'm going to have to get a few more toys to punish you with..." Alex grinned, already having a few toys that she wanted to use on Tessa in mind. And if she could train her pet well...get her to understand when it was safe to misbehave and when she -needed- to follow orders, then maybe she could take the girl to a bondage club. Just the thought of playing with a masked, submissive Tessa at a public venue sent a shiver up Alex's spine. Mmm...will probably keep her in the cat ears too...will need a tail though. With a tail buttplug added to the mental list of things she needed for her new, naughty kitty, Alex refocused on the here and now, and the beautiful young woman before her who was offering up a tight little rear and and perfectly pink, dripping, and needy sex.

"I suppose I can continue...I know this is your first time as a pet, so you don't know how to act and still think you're people...even when you're on all fours, attached to a leash, and wearing cat ears." The singer smirked as she teased, her smirk only turning to a grin as she reached down between Tessa's legs, pinching the girl's swollen clit lightly with her fingers, trying to coax a needy mewl out of the girl as she toyed with her. "So wet and needy for me..." Alex wasn't too cruel as to tease Tessa for too long, she knew she had been playing with the girl for awhile now and she would probably need an orgasm soon before all the edging started to hurt. With one more light swirl around the girl's clit, Alex left her and took hold of her toy, guiding the new, thicker dildo to Tessa's slit. There was a little more resistance when before, this toy was a bit bigger than the one Alex usually packed with, but Tessa seemed to take inch after inch of it easily enough. "How do you want it tonight, pet...nice and slow?" Alex of course knew that Tessa would probably want it rough after all of this teasing, but the Domme couldn't resist making her pet beg for it a little bit.
 
Tessa was clever, enough so to catch on to subtle bits and pieces of what Alex, a woman she knew and liked well enough to consider her best friend, was trying to convey. It helped her figure everything out as they went along, and when she looked back on it after she was positive it would become that much easier to recognize where she went wrong or where she could improve. She was sure of it! Then again, it was easy to be sure of herself when the woman she called Mistress was also her best friend, a woman she trusted more than anyone else. It was almost scary how completely she trusted Alex, but it made for a great foundation, because there wasn't another person on the planet Tessa would have felt comfortable enough offering herself up to. Having sex was one thing, but all the bondage and public displays of vigorous affection, those were all possible because it was Alex. Nobody else would do.

"Yes Mistress." Tessa responded with a serious tone when Alex told her what would happen if she wasn't good, but was unable to rid herself of curiosity entirely. If she wasn't good... More toys? Was that a bad thing? She couldn't think of it as a bad thing. She didn't want to just disobey at every moment for the sake of trying new toys, but she had ideas! She was a smart kitty after all! And now I'm thinking of myself as a kitty. It was strange how it all works, and how much she was enjoying being Alex's pet. There was even a strange thought going through her mind. If she wasn't a person, people as Alex said it, did she have any reason to hold back? It was stupid, a flimsy little joke, but there was a hint of truth she managed to cling onto. She started thinking of herself as a pet more than she had before, getting excited by the idea of roleplay. While she was wearing the ears and the leash, while she was on her hands and knees... She might as well give in and enjoy it.

Tessa didn't hold back the needy moan that flowed out when Alex teased her clit, wriggling beneath her in desperation. The brief moment between Alex's teasing and her bringing the toy to Tessa's needy folds brought forth and actual mewl, Tessa acting like a kitty as she looked back with watery eyes at her Mistress. She was begging with her eyes and the soft pout of her lips. Only when the toy pushed inside of her did she let her gaze drop, gripping the sheets and moaning like a whore as she was filled with inch after inch of the toy, of Alex's cock. Alex didn't miss a beat when it came to teasing her though, pushing it inside, giving her just a taste before making her say what she wanted. Every part of her wanted to glare back at her best friend and curse her for being such an ass, but she was the Mistress and Tessa was her pet. There were rules, and she buried her head into the bed, her ears tinged pink as she grew embarrassed. "Rough and fast!" She finally shouted, whining after and lifting her head from the sheets, "Please, Mistress... Rough and fast..." She was blushing furiously, absolutely adorable, and yet she said it with a straight face, her eyes begging Alex as she looked back at her, the familiar, cute little pouting expression show just how badly she wanted it.
 
—————— 1 Year Later ————-

One year later and Alex was now the proud owner of a tiny little kitten who was currently sleeping in her little cat palace.

One year later and Alex was still the owner of her pet -human- kitten. Said pet was now laying with her head in her lap... Alex was playing with Tessa’s hair, pretending to be interested in the commercial on TV while Tessa tried to convince the singer she needed a Christmas tree for her apartment.

“The tree isn’t for you Alex, it’s for the kitten!!!” Tessa had said with an adorable pout and big round eyes.

One year later... and now Alex had a real Christmas tree in her living room (because for some reason the plastic ones that came pre-lit weren’t appropriate for kitty cats?) But the tree seemed to make Tessa happy and so Alex was happy.

Their relationship had evolved from bandmates, to friends, to Mistress/Pet, to the messy world of girlfriend/girlfriend. Alex had been really great at the Mistress/Pet part.... But she was getting better at being a girlfriend thing though! It had been a little touch and go in the beginning; Alex had had many superficial relationships, never really delving into this “in love” stuff. All this compromise, vulnerability, and relying on someone else was new to her. But still; rather than give into her knee jerk response of “no,” Alex had dragged and set up a Christmas tree in her apartment. Her girlfriend’s delight in it had made the hassle worth it.

It wasn’t that Alex hated Christmas...not all of it anyways; she seemed to love looking at the lights all strung up in the city and listening to the songs on the radio. But the celebrating part of it was rough for her. Having been kicked out of a conservative Catholic family for being gay, she had a hard time wanting to celebrate a Christian holiday that was supposed to honor the birth of a guy who preached a lot of, “accept others as they are”, “forgive,” and “help others in need”. To top it off the way capitalism had warped it into all this gift giving extravaganza didn’t sit right with her.

Plus, Christmas was for family...and Alex didn’t have one of those, not anymore.
 
Tessa often thought back to before she met Alex. Suffocating days in which she felt trapped inside a shell of herself, bound by expectations and fear. Even her dreams seemed dim then, and every moment not filled with distraction became lonely and unbearable. How bitter they seemed in retrospect, especially when placed beside the bright days of late.

Even at Juilliard, Tessa's love for music suffered, her passion buried beneath the drive for technical perfection and stifled emotions. Joining the band and meeting Alex were the results of her desperation. Tessa needed an outlet, a place she could be herself, and she found it.

After joining the band, Tessa transformed from a classical musician with a secret passion to a drummer and songwriter. She found friends, people she eventually considered family; among them was Alex, her best friend, and someone more important to her than anyone else.

Tessa tried not to become emotional as her thoughts wandered, but when she looked at Alex, a smile appeared on her face; she couldn't control it. She experienced happiness beyond her wildest dreams just by being near the other woman.


You called me innocent, a smile on your face.
You called me beautiful, solely for my sake.
Pure intentions, sincerely loving me.

You never asked for more, cherishing me.
You never noticed how much you meant to me.
Pure intentions, soft and worry-free.

It was me who wanted more, but you didn't know.
It was me who wanted you, but I never let it show.
Pure intentions, but only from you to me.


Horrible, but still, she hummed a tune in her head. A lot of her lyrics contained romantic themes recently, far more than before.

Reluctantly, Tessa ripped her eyes away from Alex and grabbed some Christmas decorations. She convinced Alex to get a tree, so she felt responsible for at least half of the decorating.

Unfortunately, she moved at a snail's pace, still caught up in her own head. She kept peeking over at Alex and wondering how she got so lucky.

Back then, her attraction to Alex started from day one, their chemistry obvious. Their relationship as friends developed quickly, which was odd enough considering that such a thing was normally difficult for both of them. Then it became more; they failed to resist the mutual attraction.

Tessa's feeling shocked her back then. She knew the truth about her sexuality deep down, but she never planned to accept it; she felt she couldn't. Now, she was thankful. She fell for Alex, hard. The step that had been impossible for her to take, which had crippled her with fear, seemed like nothing. For Alex, she found herself able to throw away a lifetime of fear and hesitation.

However, she was currently filled with just as much worry as she was joy. Even after a year, Tessa hadn't come clean about her family. But with their band becoming more popular, Tessa knew she couldn't hide things much longer. She was determined not to.

Tessa's original fears and insecurities had long-since vanished, and now, she wanted to share her happiness with others. Tessa wanted to tell her family, even if they didn't accept it. She wanted to tell the world, even if they blamed her. For once, she wanted to be greedy.

Of course, thought and action were two different things. Tessa wanted to be greedy, but she was still worried. While she had revealed far more to Alex than anyone else, some things remained hidden.

Alex knew that Tessa went to Juilliard. She knew that Tessa played the piano and liked to sing but didn't have confidence in her voice. She knew that Tessa had money, though they never talked about just how much or where it came from. She also knew that Tessa rarely mentioned her family, though that was more observation after a year together than a mentioned fact. Then there was all the stuff that only Alex knew.

Tessa didn't trust anybody more than Alex. She loved Alex, enough to be vulnerable and honest and prepared to reveal it all. Only... She didn't know how to start. In the end, she waited until Christmas was almost upon them, and it was driving her mad.

"Hey... Alex," she spoke softly, looking at her from across the room nervously, her voice trembling slightly.

"What would you think about going to my parents' place for Christmas this year?" She didn't know how else to ask. It was an official request to meet the parents, the mysterious, loaded, politic-involved parents that Alex knew nothing about. The parents Tessa rarely talked to. It also meant she was prepared to share something she felt truly guilty about keeping secret, her real last name.
 
Alex couldn’t really think of anything else she’d like to do -less- on Christmas than meeting someone else’s presumably stuffy, disapproving parents on a holiday she didn’t particularly care for. Maybe going to the dentist, her OB, and getting a blood draw all on the same day? Yeah that. That would be almost as terrible as this sounded.

Maybe she wasn’t being entirely fair. Alex didn’t know the other girl’s family. Tessa rarely talked about them; for all she knew they could secretly be great. She’d seen pictures in the drummer’s apartment and knew it was Tessa’s holiday ritual go home and see her family. But... Alex could make some educated guesses based on what she knew. The way Tessa spoke, the way she carried herself, the way she dressed even; all those pointed to an upper class up bringing. Her lack of tattoos, her appropriate piercings... even Juilliard for fuck’s sale!! That was a school for the super rich or the super poor and talented who managed to get a scholarship. And sure, Tessa was talented but she didn’t fail to tease Alex for her cheapness, preference of gas station coffee, and questionable sandwiches.

And that was fine...Alex could appreciate the finer things in life. But Tessa -lived- the finer things. Music and shared kinks may bind them together, but there was no doubt in her mind that the two of them came from drastically different worlds. Even when she had had a family, Alex had been raised by blue collar people.

How was she supposed to impress Tessa’s family? Honestly, if she hadn’t gotten lucky with street preforming, she’d probably still be broke and living in shelters.

It’s not like that anymore. You’ve got money. You’ve got a savings. You’ve got a place. You’ve got a job.

And yet, still, despite knowing everything was different, there was a weather worn bag tucked under her bed. A bag she had kept but updated with a new jacket, a good pair of shoes, a knife and some cash. Because in the back of her mind, no matter how far away her old life was, Alex couldn’t shake the fear that everything could be taken away in a second.

She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to be judged. She didn’t want to have to impress strangers.

With a soft hum, hoping to change her girlfriend’s mind, she made her way over towards Tessa. “Well...to be honest I was thinking maybe we’d stay home....” Alex’s voice dropped a little lower, grew more predatorial as she stalked closer. Her strong arms encircled the smaller girl and she gave her most charming smile. “I got my pet a fun present we could play with...one I’m sure is not suitable”

At Tessa’s torn expression, Alex sighed and deflated a bit. She knew it wasn’t fair to dangle a fun sexy time in front of her girlfriend when Tessa was trying to ask her something serious. This meant something to her girlfriend...just like the stupid tree. Alex, dominant and sometimes selfish as she was, wanted to see her lover happy above all else. “Alright...okay, we’ll go. Maybe if you’re good you can have it as an early Christmas present.”

“I’m just...I’m not great with family stuff, you know? I don’t want you to be disappointed...” Alex was secure in many things in her life, but her ability to impress someone else’s family? No way. Look at her! Tattooed up and the poster child for grungy lesbians (she was even wearing a flannel today for fuck’s sake!) She wasn’t sure she’d impress Tessa’s assumably white collar family.

“But I’ll try; for you. And cause...you know...I like where this is going.” Alex gestured between the two of them, uncomfortable to be more specific than that. She didn’t plan for her future. Living on the streets had made her very aware that each day wasn’t guaranteed. But if she was absolutely tortured into thinking ahead...she’d have to admit that she always saw Tessa in her plans.
 
Tessa saw it on Alex's face, how little she wanted to meet her parents on a holiday she already seemed to loathe. She understood. Alex had good reasons for disliking the holiday, and meeting the parents was stressful even under normal circumstances. Even Tessa didn't look forward to her yearly family visits, mostly because they always felt like a business meeting that required her to defend her position and life choices.

Maybe Tessa asked too much. She couldn't help but think that she was being unreasonable. Alex already agreed to decorate and enjoy Christmas for her, so asking more seemed unfair. But she couldn't help it. She was already a ball of nerves, afraid of hurting Alex by putting it off further. And, to be honest, she really wanted people to know about the woman she loved.

What she wanted didn't make Tessa's relationship with her parents any less complicated, however. After all, she grew up receiving little attention from them, being heaped with expectations and private lessons. It caused them to be distant, something that only became more obvious as she grew older.

When she was younger, even though Tessa knew who she was deep down, she denied it, pushed it down, and hid it. But that didn't mean what her parents wanted for her felt any less devastating. They wanted her to go down a certain career path and get married to someone of similar background. Perhaps if she went back alone again, they would push harder than ever, not knowing how much she hated it. After all, Tessa had graduated now, and she wasn't getting any younger, or so her mother often said.

Tessa shivered at the thought. While she and Alex couldn't be any further apart when it came to their backgrounds, Tessa never felt it was a problem. If anything, the differences were what made her smile. She enjoyed nagging Alex over her choice of coffee, and she liked dragging her to restaurants and places the singer would never choose on her own. Alex did the same for her. They expanded each other's horizons. They were happy.

Tessa knew what her life was supposed to be, but her future appeared bleak and colorless back then. Only now, when those so-called plans had gone up in smoke, did she actually want to see what her future held.

"Honey..." Tessa started, the look on her face beyond conflicted. Speaking of being unfair, Alex put forward such a tantalizing offer. If only she knew how much Tessa wanted to stay at home with her.

When Alex sighed and agreed, her expression didn't get much better. She knew the other woman didn't want to, but she was doing so for her. Yet, Tessa couldn't even promise the worst was over. She felt guilty, a downcast look on her face despite the offer of an early, sexy Christmas gift. She even nearly started crying when Alex began to coax her; she felt horrible.

"Alex..." Tessa closed the distance between them when Alex fumbled with her words in an attempt to convey her love in as vague a way as possible, throwing herself into her lover's arms.

While some people may find it irritating to have a partner who refused to be straightforward about their feelings, Tessa didn't. Instead, she adored that side of Alex because it showed just how special the other woman treated her. Alex loved her enough to consider a future and fall for her when they both knew just how agonizingly difficult such things were for her.

"Thank you, Alex. I love you. I love you so much." Tessa held back tears as she hugged Alex tightly, her head buried in the singer's neck.

Tessa enjoyed the warmth for a moment, nestling herself against the no doubt confused Alex. Then, after a moment, she spoke in a shaky whisper, saying, "I've been so nervous recently, trying to figure out how to tell you about my family. I didn't want you to hate me, so I've been hiding like a coward."

She didn't keep speaking immediately, nor did she pull back, remaining firmly pressed against her girlfriend. She didn't know what to expect, whether Alex would comfort her, or whether she would end up clinging to her as Alex attempted to pry her away in anger. Regardless, she wanted to be close to her for the admission she had waited an entire year to speak out loud.

"Have you ever heard of the Reigns family?" she asked, her voice quivering.
 
Well geeze, if she had known that this was such a big deal to her girlfriend, she would’ve just agreed to it and would have pretended to be more excited about it. Alex felt like a jerk. She supposed this was a big step and logical step in a normal relationship. But in all fairness she was handling this waaayyyy better than the first time Tessa had said “I love you” or when her girlfriend had innocently asked for a drawer to keep her stuff in.

Her nerves just came from the fact that she -needed- to make these people like her. Fans and friends liked her for who she was. If they didn’t? Well they just weren’t her fans or her friends. Tessa’s family on the other hand...well she couldn’t just approach those people with the ‘fuck ‘em if they don’t like me’ attitude. She needed this to be successful because she really, really adored Tessa...to the terrifying point of not knowing what she’d do without the other woman.

Alex’s brown furrowed in confusion as Tessa cling to her; the changes in the drummer’s voice beginning to worry Alex. Alex gave an awkward laugh, trying to downplay whatever fears her girlfriend had. As long as her family wasn’t full of serial killers and cannibals, she was pretty sure everything would be okay.

“Babe...you’re -you.- I’m in love with you. I don’t care about your family, I don’t know those people. I know you and how wonderful you are and how you make me feel.” Alex tried her best to soothe her lover, offering more soft kisses and gentle words to reassure her she wasn’t going to be upset with whatever Tessa was hiding.

“Uh...like that Senator Reigns guy? That really conservative guy that was in the running to be Trump’s VP?” Alex wasn’t really political...America’s political system really just pissed her off. She’d actually thought about going back to Canada a couple of times...but now the band was her family so she couldn’t possibly leave. So, she just voted for whoever wanted to legalize weed, supported gay marriage, women’s choice, and/or supported education and social programs.

“Hey, hey, if you’re scared I’m not going to behave around your family just cause they like that asshole or are a bunch of Republicans; I can behave, swear. No talks of scary Canadian socialism from me.” Alex planted a few reassuring kisses on Tessa’s temple.
 
Tessa felt so stupid. She was making a fool of herself and on the verge of tears, yet she only made it worse by not being clear. As comforted as she was that Alex immediately said she didn't care about her family, she grew anxious at what she said next, about behaving, as if she were the problem.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she hugged Alex even tighter. The small exchange only reminded her how lucky she was.

"You're too good to me," Tessa said in a soft, strained voice. Her emotions escalated quickly, but Alex's soothing did wonders to comfort her. The kisses helped too, enough to make her smile.

She didn't care about those people either. Well, she did, because they were her family, but not as much as she cared for Alex. The singer held an unmatched position in Tessa's heart.

She didn't say anything for a moment, taking in Alex's oddly calm response with unequivocal joy. After a moment, her smile widened, and she gently nuzzled against Alex's warm body.

"You really don't mind? You're not mad?" Tessa finally had the courage to tilt back and meet Alex's eyes. The fingers gripping the other girl's clothes revealed her lingering nerves, but eye contact was the best she could do given the circumstances.

"I mean... I'm Tessa Reigns." She chewed on her lip, thinking about how shocked she would have been if she were in Alex's shoes.

"You know... daughter of a senator. One with values that directly contradict... us." Tessa's anxiety was written all over her face and in her body language. But it had nothing to do with thinking Alex would cause trouble.

Tessa's worries were about her family and about herself. Soon, people would learn about them. Whether it was her telling them or the media figuring everything out, they would know. It was either accept that or run away from what made her happy, from the band and the limelight. So, Tessa's plan to bring Alex home with her meant a lot. It was her taking control of the narrative. It was her... coming out. She wanted to do it on her terms.

She didn't know how her family would react, though she had an idea. Truthfully, she didn't care about whether they exploded. She didn't care if they shunned her or cut her off. She already thought about all that, and while it would hurt, she could handle it. What she feared was Alex getting caught in the crossfire.

"Alex," she paused, then said, "They don't know anything." She mainly meant about her sexuality, about her coming to terms with the truth. However, in a broad sense, they really knew nothing about her. Not about the band, her hobbies, who she loved.

"But I want them to know," Tessa whispered. Even if they didn't agree to it, she wanted them to know. "I want everyone to know... that I'm happy... with you." Shit, she was so intent on crying. She fought against the blurry vision and clenched her jaw, trying to hold back.
 
Things were starting to snowball a bit for Alex at Tessa’s revelation. She had just sort of assumed that because Tessa was out with their friends, that also meant Tessa was out with her family. And she had assumed that because her friend shared some of her feelings on certain things, that she has grown up in a moderate or liberal household.

But that wasn’t how the way things actually were...and the implications of what all these new facts meant spiraled about in her mind. Things were getting waaayyyyyy out of her control very, very fast.

“I - I...” Well. Tessa broke her. Her hands were doing that thing where they opened and closed uselessly and her brow was furrowed in that way where it looked as though smoke would soon pour out of her ears. Wherw did she start? What was she supposed to say? She knew she had to say something. Ugh, this was like that time Tessa had said “I love you” first and Alex had left the apartment (-her- own apartment) because she couldn’t process it.

At least the singer wasn’t leaving....even though she really wanted to.

This shouldn’t bother her as much as it did. Obviously Tessa wasn’t anything like her father. And its not like they posted their relationship all over social media. Some of their fans speculated, sure; but they never officially confirmed or denied it (their agent had said it would look better if there was a possibility they were both single). Besides, Alex was actually very private about her personal life; she wanted pieces of herself that were hers and no one else’s. They were of course out to all their friends, held hands in public, did all the typical dating things. But for some reason, the prospect of Tessa not being out to her family really, really bothered her.

Still unable to formulate words; Alex grew frustrated because she was acutely aware she needed to say or do -something- This frustration in turn made her feel as though she were in a loss of control, which of course made her kick into flight or fight mode.

But she wasn’t going to run away, not this time. So she did the only thing her broken brain could fathom to do: she picked Tessa up, coaxing the other girl to wrap her legs around her hips, and then pinned her to the nearest wall while she captured her lips in a bruising kiss. “Mine,” Alex’s voice took on a possessive growl as she pulled away, only to learn down and suck the soft flesh on Tessa’s neck. Her hands were already roaming under her lover’s shirt, moving to unclasp her bra, get rid of the damn thing, and take what she wanted.

There was a certain clarity that came with control. As she began to rip Tessa’s shirt off over her head, she became less concerned with what was normal and accepted; enough at least so that she could think. What would she have wanted someone to say before she came out?

“I’m with you, Tess...I love you and I’ll take care of you. I want things to work out for you but if they don’t, I’m here as long as you want to stay.” Alex murmured the words into the drummer’s collar bone, leaving a light hickey there before backing her head up enough so that she could look her girlfriend in the eyes. Even if things went sideways after Tessa came out to her family, Alex would protect her. “You are mine, and this doesn’t change that.”
 
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Tessa could see the wheels turning, but she didn't know what Alex was thinking. She clung to Alex's initial reaction, hoping that could carry them through the other blows, but she wasn't sure. After all, having to meet the parents of your girlfriend was one thing. Meeting them when they didn't know their daughter had a girlfriend or even liked girls was another. Plus, the whole bandmates thing. It wouldn't just be girlfriends. They shared a life together, one that her parents didn't have the faintest clue about.

Tessa couldn't be blamed entirely. It wasn't that she was ashamed. A bit nervous, but she loved Alex. She wouldn't regret that. It was just that she didn't talk to her parents about anything. Not her job or her interests, not her love life, and definitely not her sexuality.

Still, knowing how big a deal it was, she remained anxious, especially considering Alex's response would only be part one of a very long, very tiring journey that would culminate in coming out to her vocally conservative family.

"Alex..." Tessa's smile dimmed somewhat when she noticed the signs. Alex didn't seem as confident as before.

Tessa cursed at herself, on the verge of releasing the tears she had been holding back. She was frustrated, not at Alex but at herself. She was always such a coward when it counted. She didn't tell her parents about her dreams. She didn't tell her bandmates and best friends about her life. Even Alex didn't know everything. It led to her keeping too many secrets about who she was and what she wanted. She even pretended that she and Alex weren't together for the world outside to keep them hopeful. As if she'd ever let another groupie get close to Alex.

Just as Alex's lack of one-night stands should have made it clear to the world that she was taken, Tessa's attitude when she and Alex were around people should have made it clear that she wasn't hiding. But it didn't. People still pined after the singer, fans constantly badgering her, and Tessa's omission to her family hurt Alex.

Tessa didn't know what to do. She wasn't even confident enough in herself to say whether she was being honest about whether she could tell them easily. She thought that asking Alex to come with her showed that she didn't intend to hide it, but she questioned herself. If they weren't on the verge of major success, likely to be exposed to the world, would she be confident enough to tell them herself?

Her mind was a mess, filled with thoughts and insecurities she hadn't felt in a long time. Then, as quickly as it all came, it vanished, smothered beneath a passionate kiss.

She barely even recalled being picked up or wrapping her legs around Alex. Even the pain that came from the rough, sudden kiss was buried beneath the need and desperation that burst forth from inside of her. Without a moment of thought or hesitation, she grasped onto the pleasure and returned the kiss, all the while clinging to Alex.

Alex's dominant declaration of ownership caused Tessa's eyes to light up, her entire body responding in kind. It wasn't soft reassurance or a declaration of love, but to them, it meant far more. As long as Alex still wanted her, Tessa didn't care about anything else.

Tessa cooperated, squirming this way and that to help Alex remove her clothes. Then she paused. Even amidst the kissing and passion, Alex found the clarity to speak a few clumsy reassurances. Alex loved her. Alex would be there for her. She didn't need anything else.

Finally, a few tears slipped out, but they were matched with a smile, with Tessa radiating happiness. She leaned forward and kissed Alex's lips, soft and gentle, the exact opposite of what they were doing before and what her body was screaming for.

"I didn't tell them because we're not close. They don't know anything about me, not even what I do for a living. It's not shame... They just aren't there for me like that." Tessa tried to explain things in a way that made sense.

"I should have told them anyway, but I'm going to now... with you. I'm going to brag to my friends, and maybe to the world when we get back. If you'll let me piss off all our female fans, that is."

She kissed her again, then touched her forehead to Alex's. "I'm nervous, Alex. But no matter what happens, even if it goes horribly... I'll come back home with you. There was never a doubt about that, not even for a second," she paused before saying, "If you'll have me."

Yeah, nothing would change for them. Well, except for Tessa returning poor. That could happen. But she could figure that out, and she was sure Alex could teach her how to budget.

Her inner thoughts brought another smile to her face. She had Alex; what else did she need? Feeling relieved of her burdens, she moved slightly, bringing her lips to Alex's ear and speaking with a mischievous tone.

"Besides, it won't all be bad, right? We can fool around in my childhood bedroom, and if they say anything horrible, we can get a hotel room and spend as much of their money as we can before they cut me off."
 
The change in power dynamic caused by a half naked Tessa and a fully clothed Alex helped soothe the singer’s addled mind. A hand roamed the bare flesh now exposed to her, taking comfort in the soft skin that was beginning turn cover with goosebumps.

Her lips curved into a doofy, lovey grin at the prospect of Tessa ‘bragging to her friends’ about her. She couldn’t deny that it sounded great. But she just wanted to give her love a reminder of how stressful coming out can be.

“Remember that time you tried to make me jealous with that douchebag who punched me in the face? Anndd I told you that if you could be straight, you should be?” Alex smiled a little bit at the memory. It had been a rough start to a night...but it had full of mind blowing sex afterwards; definitely in their Top 10. “This. This is why. This part is awful...well this and the random bigots that can’t mind their own business. But...if you really want to tell everyone, even the fans, I’m down. I know how much the groupies drive you nuts anyways.” Alex chuckled. She found Tessa’s little bursts of jealousy adorable. The singer would never cheat. She had always been upfront with what she was looking for on a one night stand or even a longer fling. She paid the same courtesy to Tessa in this long term relationship; never promising more than what she was ready to give or hiding what she wanted.

Even with the exposure of this secret...this was still happier than Alex had ever been in a relationship. Yeah she had had a ‘no bi girl’ rule, even for random fucks, -specifically- for this ‘coming out’ reason...but she was willing to go through this with Tessa.

A shiver ran down Alex’s spine as warm breath ghosted over the shell of her ear. The promise of sex with Tessa always piqued her interest. One would think by now she’d be tired of it...after so many one night stands it was quite evident that Alex had a hard time staying interested in a girl. But Tessa was different. Even when they weren’t doing the Domme/sub thing, Alex was fine just making love to her like a normal vanilla person. It felt like she was never going to get tired of the other girl.

“Ah, I see how it is now. This is all just a ploy to get me to fulfill a kinky sexual fantasy.” Alex chuckled and turned her head so that she could capture Tessa’s lips in a light kiss. Hah! Like she was just going to fool around like a teenager and not fuck Tessa like an adult. “Mmm...I’ll make sure to pack your favorite strap and maybe a ball gag to help keep you quiet.” With that promise, Alex hefted the smaller girl up a little higher so she had a better grip, then proceeded to carry her towards the bedroom.

“But for now, I’m going to use -my- favorite strap and fuck my naughty girl who’s been hiding things from me. Any more confessions for me today, love?”
 
Tessa smiled when Alex started to reminisce. She definitely remembered. Mainly, she remembered how on-edge she had been before that, denying her feelings and taking her frustration out on everyone around her. Alex had it particularly badly. But, despite her tantrums, Alex stuck by her. How could she not give in to her feelings?

Of course, it would have been nice if she hadn't realized that after making an ass of herself. She was the jealous one, yet she tried to make Alex jealous even when the singer didn't know how she felt. It was stupid, and yes, it got her punched. Still...

"To be fair, I got punched first. Remember our first night together?" That night was still kind of her fault. She wouldn't admit it, though. So what if she yanked some girl off of Alex? She didn't want to see it!

Those were two of the best nights of her life. Even if she was punched one night and making a fool of herself the other, they were both incredible memories. It wasn't just the mind-blowing sex either; it was what came after. Those nights helped Tessa come to terms with herself and her feelings.

"Yeah, I remember you saying that. I didn't listen very well, though." Tessa laughed softly, happy that Alex was okay with everyone knowing. Not that she ever doubted it. She had all the confidence in the world towards Alex; it was herself she doubted.

Thinking about what Alex had told her about being straight, she knew it wasn't possible. After all, Tessa's relationships with men were measured by the number of dates instead of the number of weeks; they never lasted long. She simply never felt a connection.

When Tessa was young, she had an idea about her sexuality. However, her parents had clear expectations and beliefs, being very vocal about what they considered normal. So, Tessa isolated herself, nervous about embracing her desires for fear of further disappointing parents that never seemed satisfied even if she did everything right.

Tessa's anxiety grew worse when she entered high school. She became quieter and more withdrawn, and her relationships with those around her deteriorated further. Yet, her quiet nature was seen as acceptable by her parents, who didn't spend enough time with her to notice how abnormal it was. They saw a calm, beautiful, intelligent girl—one who represented them well, even if she lacked in a few areas.

Eventually, Tessa gave up. She wasn't sure when, but it happened. She fooled herself into thinking she could simply decide to be what they wanted. She still remembered how disgusting she felt after the first time.

At some point, disgust turned into indifference, her emotions numbed. Then she met Alex. She didn't even notice it at first, how genuine her smile was when she was around her. Meeting her changed everything; she released Tessa from her cage.

You're my everything, Alex.

Tessa didn't say it; she didn't need to. She simply looked at her with loving eyes. "You can do whatever you want to me."

Fuck her in her childhood home? Sure. Whatever she wanted. She was so caught up in her swooning that she barely realized that Alex asked her a question, and when she did realize it, she didn't manage to stop herself from revealing a guilty look.

"N-No," she stuttered, fumbling over the simplest of words. But when she met Alex's eyes, she knew Alex wasn't convinced.

"Maybe..." she muttered, lowering her eyes slightly, though not daring to look away completely.

"Do accidents count as doing something bad?" she asked, absolutely fine with lying. It wasn't an accident, but she would never admit it... no matter how obvious a lie it was.

"Sorry... I really didn't mean to find it. I just... happened upon it." Tessa looked up before quickly averting her eyes once more.

Tessa liked buying things; she shopped constantly. She didn't care much about price, never going for high-end brands, but she also never held back when she wanted something. Because of this, buying gifts for her was an absolute nightmare. Alex hated it, and presents became somewhat of a taboo subject. And, as if that weren't bad enough, Tessa couldn't stand knowing there was a present for her somewhere and not knowing what it was.

"Forgive me?" Tessa asked, giving Alex doe eyes and a cute pout. So what if she was being shameless?

When she realized it wasn't working, she leaned in closer and kissed Alex's nose. "Please?"

Then another kiss, moving down to her lips. "I really didn't mean to." Maybe if she said it enough, it would become true.

Her lips moved along Alex's jaw and down her neck. She just had to distract her, make her forget.
 
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“Tessa...” Alex’s voice had dropped low, a warning. She could tell by how her little sub was acting that it wasn’t something really serious. But lack of eye contact led her to believe her girlfriend had known exactly what she had been doing during this ‘accident’. She knew immediately what her pet had gotten into even without her saying the words exactly as the other girl bumbled through her excuses. “Tess!” The brunette shouted with a huff once she realized what her girlfriend had done, brow actually furrowed and eyes narrowed because she was indeed upset!! She had tried really, really hard to pick something out for her pet! And she still needed to get Tessa an actual girlfriend type present as well.

Tessa was probably the worst person on the planet to buy gifts for. She’d say she had an interest in something and then immediately buy it before Alex could do anything. She was also impatient when it came to surprises...so it was little wonder she had ‘accidentally stumbled upon’ a gift bag tucked in the back of Alex’s walk in closet.

“Didn’t mean to my ass,” Alex grumbled, but accepted her apology kisses. It was so hard to stay mad at that face. With a resigned sigh, she set Tessa down by the bed. “I guess since you’ve already seen it, we can open it tonight... Well go on, go get your present.” Alex sent Tessa off to the walk in to get the large brown and silver gift bag with red and white tissue paper. Tessa was one of those weirdos that believed in wrapping paper, ribbons and bows and all that crap. Alex just put her presents in a functional gift bag and tossed some colorful tissue paper on top.

Everything in the bag had already been opened from its original packaging and cleaned. Alex had figured that her pet would want to play with it immediately after she saw it so made sure everything was ready. It was a complete reindeer outfit, just for pets. There was a red leather masquerade-cut mask with brown felt antlers attached (Alex’s original idea had been Christmas Eve at club Bound with some of their BDSM friends), a shiny new ball gag, a bulldog harness that matched the mask, a vibrating buttplug with a little reindeer tail attached, and elbow-length dark brown mittens meant to make it difficult for the sub to grab at things. There was also a brown velvety mini skirt at the bottom of the bag...but that was just going to get in the way tonight.

The bulldog harness was a little loose on her lover’s lithe frame, but still a mouthwatering addition. “Maybe if you like this we can get you a nice one,” Alex murmured as she let her eyes roam over the criss-crossed leather that adorned Tessa’s chest, giving the O ring in the center a testing tug. At this point in their BDSM relationship, they’d invested in more custom made or high quality toys. What she had bought as a gift wasn’t exactly cheap; but it was that silly holiday stuff that was made with a ‘one size fits all’ mentality.

“We’ll put the gloves on in a little bit. I’m going to get changed. Go on and play with yourself so that you’re ready for the plug by the time I get back.” Alex gave Tessa a quick swat on the behind before stepping away and moving into the walk in closet. Tessa would hear her rustling around as the singer pulled on her own outfit that was meant to go with the reindeer.

Some Dommes loved a corset...Alex just saw them as a torture device. It’ll be worth it.... When she saw herself in the mirror after she had laced up the bright red satin and lace with white trim, she knew that her sub would love it. And she did feel that little bit of power running through her from looking rather badass; back ramrod straight and breasts pushed together due to the corset. There was a skirt that came with it, but Alex wasn’t interested in that. She had ordered a red strapon harness that was almost the same shade as the corset, and slotted in a thick black dildo. To complete the outfit, she pulled on the Santa hat and the pair of black thigh high boots she usually saved for the club; they had a low heel, but still had an authoritative click to them whenever she took a step.

Grabbing her riding crop and the ‘free gift’ that had come with her order, Alex sauntered out of the closet. “I’ve got your favorite toy~” The Domme sang as she exited the closet, smiling sweetie as she dangled what looked like a tacky chain of Christmas lights...but were in fact a tacky chain of brightly colored clothespins that formed a zipper. At Tessa’s glare at the toy, her smile only turned into a wide grin. “I know my poor pet doesn’t like her nipples being clamped. But you’re going to be a good, apologetic girl and tough it out for me, right? Especially because you’ve been keeping secrets.”

Even if she wasn’t going to be a good girl or tough it out; Alex would ensure that Tessa was getting the zipper on way or another. Honesty was very important to her and her pet was going to have that fact branded into her brain by the end of tonight.

Clamps weren’t something they used often; maybe a dozen times since they’d been together....and a zipper was something new. Tessa’s nipples were pretty sensitive and Alex did feel bad when her pet teared up and whined whenever she wore her normal black clamps with the thin metal chain between them. But her sub made this adorable high pitched noise when she was getting fucked with them on; Alex couldn’t get that sound out of her any other way. Plus Tessa just came so hard once Alex removed the clamps.

“I’ll get you plenty warmed up before I put them on” Alex soothed as she stepped closer, setting the zipper on the nightstand so that she could be free to inspect the progress her pet had made.
 
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Tessa absolutely meant to, but now that she was caught, she felt a bit guilty for snooping. She knew how hard Alex worked to find her good gifts, and they were always amazing. Ruining all of that was horrible, but she couldn't help it! The fact that Alex always picked such good presents only made it harder to resist.

Tessa would make it up to her, though; it was the least she could do. She only became more determined after Alex told her they could open and play with her gift immediately. With some extra bounce in her step, she jumped up and kissed Alex on the lips, then followed up by squeaking out an enthusiastic "I love you" before darting off towards her present.

While the drummer loved fancy wrapping paper and decoration bordering on the absurd, that was only when wrapping gifts for other people. When it came to her own gifts, nothing beat Alex's approach, which involved little more than a bag and some paper; easy things to quickly cast aside and get to the goodies within.

The energy level that burst out of her belonged to a child, not an adult, but Tessa was like that. She could be elegant and calm, but she usually reserved that side of herself for the public eye. When she was comfortable, she indulged her impulsive, manic side.

The moment she reached the present, she snatched it up. Before she even turned around, she had already tossed some of the colorful paper aside. She made a mess, scattering the paper as she went, leaving a trail behind as she padded her way back to Alex. Then, without even looking up at Alex, she shed the rest of her clothes and started taking things out of the bag one by one.

By the time Tessa finished getting everything out, she was practically bubbling with excitement, her eyes bright and playful. She even glanced up at Alex, a mischievous grin on her face.

"You're such a pervert," she said, though her voice almost quivered with happiness as she put on the loose bulldog harness and the mask. She couldn't see herself, but she could see the approval and desire in Alex's eyes. With a lust-filled smile, she chewed on her lower lip and gave Alex pet eyes, even twisting her hips back and forth as she tried to act sickeningly cute.

"Mistress... Help me?" she asked, holding out the ball gag and opening her mouth as seductively as she could, showing off her tantalizing little tongue. She waited, her cheeks blushing slightly as she stood before Alex, begging to be gagged.

As usual, when Alex made her move, Tessa shivered, melting slightly. Her girlfriend was such a beast, her every move radiating dominance. Just seeing those skillful fingers move the gag to her mouth was enough to excite the submissive side of her. Of course, two could play at that game, and Tessa never gave in too easily. The moment fingers came into range, she extended her tongue and ran it across the powerful digits.

She barely stopped herself at that. She probably wouldn't have been able to if Alex hadn't mentioned getting changed herself; she could be patient for that. With a nod and a muffled response, she turned and pranced away, not forgetting to shake her perfect little ass as she did.

She didn't go far, only far enough to find lube. After getting what she needed, Tessa immediately settled herself down, finding a spot that would give Alex a perfect view when she came back. With the perfect image set, she started playing with her butt, her entire body heating up as she did.

Tessa loved butt play, but that wasn't why she was getting so excited; it wasn't the plug either. The idea of showing off the full look was what sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to get Alex worked up, to make it up to her, and she would be a good little pet to accomplish just that. Only, while she was caught up in her own fantasies, Alex returned, immediately sending Tessa on an emotional roller coaster.

The first thought in Tessa's mind was nothing; her head went blank. She was so turned on by the sight presented before her eyes that she forgot to breathe. Alex had never looked sexier. Plus, she was wearing a corset! Tessa knew how she felt about those horrid contraptions.

She was so excited that she wanted to rush over to her and hug her, expressing the excitement that the gag prevented her from vocalizing. Then she saw the clamps, which instantly doused her enthusiasm.

Still, even after seeing the clamps, she didn't remain still. After her initial downcast expression, she took a deep breath and steeled herself. She needed to make it up to Alex for ruining her surprise. The clamps... She could bear them. Besides, it wasn't entirely unpleasant... She just preferred to have her nipples spared on ordinary days.

It wasn't an ordinary day, so Tessa decided to make an extraordinary effort. Without trying to negotiate, Tessa returned to her adorable pet self, showing Alex every inch of her needy body and whining softly as she nudged the last part of her outfit, the tail.
 
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“I know, I know, my girl is eager for her plug.” Alex chuckled at Tessa’s whine. Before she settled down to put it in, she checked on her pet’s progress. The Domme used the leather tongue of her crop to give her pet a few light taps on the thighs, encouraging her to spread herself wider for Alex’s inspection. She ran a finger through Tessa’s slick folds, teasing her clit for a moment before moving down to her slippery-with-lube behind. She circled the sensitive ring of muscle before easing a finger in, not finding too much resistant she nodded in approval.

“Gloves first, and then I’ll put it in. I don’t trust you not to play with yourself anymore tonight.” She had already noticed the changes in Tessa’s attitude and behavior. The trail of decorative papers because she was so excited for her toys. How she showed off her gorgeous body and her pretty doe eyes because she was trying to get Alex to forget all the plans she had for this scene and just fuck her already. But Alex had many punishments to work out with Tessa before the pleasure could begin tonight, so she wasn’t about to fall for any of those tricks, no matter how cute they were. So the hoof gloves went on; the faux leather padded at the bottom to make it look like a hoof and make it near impossible for the sub to grab at anything.

“Come.” Alex sat down on the edge of the bed, expecting her pet to drape herself over her knees, presumably for the plug...but Alex had one more thing she needed to get out of the way first. “Punishment for earlier first,” was the only warning Tessa got before receiving a particularly rough whack to her bottom. Usually there was a warm up, usually the blows were more loud than painful, but Tessa had been a very bad pet and even worse girlfriend today. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “No more hiding things from me,” there was a bite to her words, anger she hadn’t let out earlier because she was too busy being a good girlfriend and being supportive.

When Tessa attempted to squirm away, Alex pinned her with her other arm. When she dropped her head, Alex grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to stay up and have perfect pet posture even while she was receiving a brutal spanking from a calloused, strong hand. Between the gym and guitar, Alex might as well have been using a wood paddle instead of just her hand. The hail of blows continued until Alex heard the telltale whimper that Tessa had had enough...and even then she gave one more wail for good measure. “I expect you to be honest with me, as a girlfriend and as a pet. Nod that you understand.”

Only when Tessa gave a nod of affirmative did Alex soften. She kissed the top of the other girl’s head to help assure she wasn’t mad anymore. “I love you, I don’t like to make it hurt so bad...but I need you to be my good girl that I can trust.” she murmured into the brown locks and silly reindeer antlers. Alex could be rough, she could push pleasure so far that it turned to pain, or use pain to delay pleasure...but she didn’t hit Tessa for the sake of purely hurting her, and she didn’t like doing it...even if it did make her feel a little bit better about earlier. The hand that had been so mean now rubbed feather light circles on skin that had been spanked to a near shade of purple. Tessa would definitely be feeling this for a few days. This might be as bad as the time her headstrong pet had said she could handle a caning just to prove she was tough.

“Now...I need you to relax so we can go back to playing.” Alex waited for Tessa to collect herself, rubbing her back and behind until she felt the other girl untense from her spanking. “There we go...that’s a good girl” the Domme murmured as she picked up the plug. She added a fresh dollop of lube and then rubbed the puckered ring of muscle with the cool metal tip for a few moments before easing it in, petting Tessa as the few inches of plug was eagerly taken by her ass.
 
Tessa shivered in delight as Alex approached, already flushing with desire as she imagined the praise and pleasure to come. From day one, it had been clear that Tessa indulged in Alex's attention and praise, craved it even. And now, with her being such a good pet, she was ready and eager, her every movement laden with expectation and obedience.

Displaying her eagerness, Tessa parted her legs on cue, even lifting her ass as high as she could. She seemed intent on showing off, on presenting herself, and the enticing view was matched with a seductive sway meant to draw the eyes of her lover.

Usually, Tessa's seduction worked, her tantalizing actions driving Alex wild, but she seemed impervious to it at that moment. In fact, she managed to do her inspection and move on, immediately turning her attention to the gloves that Tessa had nearly forgotten about. It took everything Tessa had to hide her disappointment. What happened to her praise? What about the plug? She nearly whimpered in protest, only holding herself back because she was trying to be a good girl, an obedient girl, the best girl.

So, although Tessa felt disappointed—her imaginary ears drooping—she still obeyed, putting on the gloves and looking down at them with sad eyes. She then turned those eyes to Alex, seeming to ask how she was supposed to be a naughty pet now.

Unfortunately, her calculated looks did little to distract her determined lover, who sat upon the edge of the bed and beckoned her over. Tessa didn't think twice, delivering herself into the maw of the beast with glee. After all, there was only one possibility in her mind, which was that Alex was going to put in the plug. In her mind, it couldn't be anything else. So, when the first loud smacking sound filled the air, Tessa jolted, completely caught off-guard. Not only had her expectations been turned upside down, but from the first blow, Tessa realized something was wrong; Alex was angry, and it wasn't a playful punishment.

When Alex finally voiced out her frustrations, Tessa's mind swirled, stuck between digesting what she had done wrong and enduring blow after painful blow. She liked pain, she even got off on it, but part of her reeled from the nature of the punishment. It was as if knowing that Alex was legitimately angry had sucked away the pleasure she got from such treatment.

She felt guilty. It wasn't as if she hadn't done anything wrong while they were together. In fact, she often acted out when she was jealous and pushed Alex's buttons. But that was the extent of it! Her past wrongdoings could be called cute, never deserving of such harsh reprimand. So, upon seeing how upset Alex was now, she felt horrible.

Of course, Tessa's mind and body didn't agree entirely. In her mind, she deserved the punishment and needed to take it, wanting to appease Alex in any way she could. Her body, however, struggled, trying to escape the harsh hand by squirming away. Obviously, the poorly thought out escape plan failed. All Tessa got for her escape attempt was a hand grabbing her hair and more spankings, each powerful strike eliciting sharp noises from her pretty, gagged lips. It was only when she couldn't take it anymore that Alex felt she had been punished enough and stopped. By that point, Tessa's entire being was throbbing, and she was just about ready to agree to anything; thus, being honest seemed simple. She never wanted to lie to Alex anyway.

When the punishment concluded, Tessa slowly turned to look at Alex and nodded. While she appeared slightly dazed, her eyes were soft and apologetic, not angry or hurt. If anything, she was relieved, glad that Alex let it out. She would rather talk about it, even in their own strange way, than not know how Alex really felt.

With the emotional knot untangled, it didn't take long for Tessa to relax under Alex's coaxing. With each gentle touch, she felt her tense body relent, and the softly murmured "good girl" was a delightful little cherry on top.

Even then, Tessa wasn't quite reinvigorated. After the plug was inserted, she didn't immediately move, remaining in Alex's lap for a time, nuzzling at her softly. It was only after a minute or two that she started to squirm again, wincing as she got to her feet.

Tessa made herself as small as possible when she stood up, displaying a pitiful front, and her apologetic eyes and soft whimpers added to the effect. What's more, she even took a few steps forward and got close enough to lean down and knock her head against Alex's chest. Ignoring the awkward positioning, she played cute, acting like a scolded puppy nosing at its owner's hand.
 
Alex let her sub lay over her lap for awhile longer, gently petting her the entire time. She knew that she had gotten very intense and that her lover needed a brief reprieve. When Tessa started to squirm with the need to rise, she let the other girl get up and watched her curiously. A smile graced her lips when her pet came closer and began to nuzzle at her chest. “I know sweetheart, I know.” Alex crooned as her hands came up to run through the hair she had messed up with her rough tug, straightening the locks back into place. Then she adjusted the antlers that were slightly askew from the whole ordeal. “There we go...there’s my pretty girl.”

A light kiss was planted on Tessa’s forehead. Then a tender hand took hold under her chin and guided her up to look at Alex. “It’s alright, pet. You can get back on the bed now. We do have to make sure this harness works, don’t we?” She gave the ring in the front a little tug, actually pretty interested in using it as leverage for when she fucked Tessa from behind.

Hazel eyes tracked her little sub as she climbed onto the bed and got in position. Alex of course fussed with her; Tessa didn’t need much rearranging, but still, it was habit to touch her and make sure she was positioned just right. Ass nice and high, knees spread apart, face down in submission....her girlfriend was absolutely perfect. Alex took up her position behind her, making sure to grab a healthy dose of lube for the large strap she’d be using tonight.

Alex’s favorite dildo was the one that was dark purple, ridged and curved for the benefit of her lover, with a little matching vibe for herself. It was a very manageable size; perfect for every day sex. The black one she used now was reserved for when she felt especially domineering; thicker and longer than her favorite, it stretched and filled very closely to the point of discomfort. And there was no vibe for her with the black one; instead the seat of the toy was textured in a way that encouraged the wearer to rub against it and chase their own pleasure.

Always a sucker for how well Tessa took -her- cock, Alex watched as the black silicone slowly split her lover open, letting out a soft groan at the visual. There was just something about having a lover that preferred her addition over the real thing that made her fill with pride. “Very good girl...you take my cock so well.” The Domme purred as her hips rocked forward slowly, aware of the resistance as inch after inch filled her pet.

“No orgasm until you have permission tonight, pet. I know how greedy you get when both your slutty little holes are stretched and full, but I want to see some self control.” With that, started to move. Her pace started slow as she found a rhythm but soon picked up speed and ferocity as she rode the seat of they toy while fucking her pet. Soon Alex grabbed onto the back of Tessa’s harness with both hands. After easing out halfway, she pulled, driving Tessa’s entire body back onto the dildo to bottom out and grind her own dripping sex on the seat of the toy.
 
Pretty. Such a simple word, a basic compliment, yet when spoken by Alex, the rules seemed to change. Tessa found herself touched, flattered, and unable to control her joy. Alex had captured her heart, and Tessa didn't think she would ever be able to escape. No, she just didn't want to escape. She was a willing prisoner, and like any willing prisoner, when asked to do something by her captor, she obeyed.

Without so much as a whimper, Tessa made her way onto the bed, ignoring the pain in her backside as she crawled into place. Then, without needing to be asked, her ass lifted into the air, her legs spread, and her face went down. She presented herself.

Of course, no matter how much she tried to show off how obedient she was, Tessa couldn't remain entirely still. She was unable to resist looking back, straining her neck to get a good look at the sexy sight looming behind her.

Tantalizing didn't even begin to cover what Tessa was looking at. In fact, words failed her, something that rarely happened to the talented lyricist. It was as if her brain was telling her not to bother thinking, to just accept it, to moan like a good pet and not worry about anything else. In the end, she didn't question it; she couldn't, there was no time. Before her brain could catch up to reality, Alex pushed forward, slowly penetrating her.

A needy moan filled the air, muffled by the gag but no less pleasant to the ears. She even found herself moaning louder, her instinct being to express just how much she loved what was being done to her. However, a pitiful groan of despair followed immediately after, Tessa's entire body reacting to the nightmarish words that spilled from Alex's lips.

No orgasm?

The words struck her like lightning, causing her to panic. They both knew how bad she was with self-control; it was her weakness! With wide eyes, she looked back, panic setting in. She didn't need Alex to say anything to know that she wouldn't change her mind, though; Tessa knew better than to expect that. Her fate had been sealed... no orgasm. Or, at least, that was how it was supposed to be. What she really didn't expect was that despite telling her not to come, Alex showed no signs of taking it easy. Sure, she started slow, but it didn't take long for Alex to pick up the pace, and by the time she grabbed the harness and started really giving it to her, Tessa was already a mess.

Tessa's head was swimming, full of contradictory thoughts. She wasn't even sure whether she wanted to struggle, doing whatever she could to resist the building pleasure, or if she wanted to embrace it and push back, cooperating to seek every ounce of bliss. Fortunately, she managed to preserve her sanity, choosing not to prove just how horrible her self-control was. Instead, when she felt the familiar building of an orgasm, she whimpered, looking back at Alex with pitiful eyes, completely at her mercy. It was going to be a long night...
 
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“F-fuck!!” Alex’s first orgasm was quick, it never took her long to cum whenever they were dressed up or doing a role play. One would think that an orgasm would help take the edge off; but if anything it had made the fire inside of Alex burn all the hotter. She wanted Tessa, all of her, especially after the burst of emotions from before. She felt this need to show her desire for the other girl, make her believe without a doubt that nothing changed; even with the secret, she wasn’t mad (well maybe a tiny bit upset, but that would go away).

Alex often had this problem with her pet: she started every scene calm and in control...then sometime during the latter half she would become unhinged and wild. She still dominated their shared space but gone were the careful motions, the elaborate teasings.

Tessa looking back at her with those big doe eyes made something in her snap. Her pet -needed- her. And it was authentic, at this point in their relationship she could tell the different between Tessa pouting because she wanted her way and Tessa pouting because she was pleading. “I know pet, I know.” Alex panted as she pulled out so that she could flip her lover onto her back.

The thought that had been floating around her lust driven mind had been ‘I need to get the zipper on her before I lose it.’ But once her eyes zeroed between the apex of Tessa’s legs, all semblance of control went out the window. She practically dove between Tessa’s creamy thighs at the first sight of swollen pink folds. Ignoring the artificial taste of lube, she licked and sucked, relishing in the heat and true wetness that greeted her.

Tessa’s garbled whining helped drive Alex out of her frenzy. She remembered her command from before, that Tessa was not to cum without permission (a command her pet was still valiantly trying to obey). She remembered the zipper, that she had promised to use. And she remembered that she hadn’t gotten a chance to test the front part of the harness her while she fucked Tessa into oblivion. With a soft grunt of effort she gave one more suckle to the other girl’s clit before backing off.

“What?! Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault. Your can’t go around looking like this.” Alex huffed indignantly as she waved at all of Tessa’s sexy submissiveness. “Good thing we didn’t bring this to the club though. They’d have to pry me off of you at last call.” How was she supposed to be a good Domme if her pet continued to assault her eyes with an adorable face, silly antlers, sweat glistening skin, and a dripping wet slit?!?! And her noises... the muffled whimpering and moaning that came out from behind that ball gag, it ruined her. It was a wonder Alex hadn’t abandoned ship and changed the game from ‘Orgasm Denial’ to ‘Tap out or Black Out’.

Regaining some of her original faculties she planted several kisses up Tessa’s body as she climbed up to bed to reach for the zipper. “We’ll start slow...” Alex murmured as she started applying clothespins to skin that wasn’t too terribly sensitive; namely Tessa’s hip and sides. She worked her way upwards, clipping the brightly colored wood around her breast and working in a spiral towards her left nipple. Alex was as gentle as she could be as she let the blunt teeth of the clip enclose around a pebbled flesh. Her pet was a bit too skinny and had breasts on the smaller side, so there was a gap across her sternum until Alex could get enough flesh in the clips for the right breast and nipple.

“There we go...what a festive pet I have. Maybe we can make this our Christmas card for next year.” Alex giggled at her own joke as she surveyed her work. Tessa looked absolutely delicious...and like she could use some relief. “As many orgasms as you want now, sweetheart.” Alex was not entirely sure how many Tessa would have while suffering from nipple clamps and an especially sore backside, but! she’d do her best to get her pet there.

Easing her cock back into her lover, she picked up a quick pace that she knew Tessa favored. Grabbing onto the harness worked....kinda...maybe it would be fun to use to help pick Tessa up off the bed so she could watch herself get fucked. But for tonight, Alex would trade her grasp on the bulldog harness for backs of soft thighs, coaxing Tessa’s long legs back towards her chest so that Alex could really drive into her with each thrust.
 
Tessa considered herself a generous lover. She wanted to satisfy Alex, and she always tried to give as much as she received, even if it was impossible with her girlfriend. However, as Alex tormented her, leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss, she began to feel selfish. She wanted pleasure. She wanted to cum! But she couldn't.

Tessa was well trained, even if she often flouted the rules on purpose. Even as her own lust built and Alex lost control, she remained stubbornly obedient, refusing to be led astray by the beastly beauty ravaging her. All she could do was hope, looking back at Alex and begging with her eyes. Fortunately, it worked.

Although Tessa wasn't sure what Alex had planned next, almost anything was better than the relentless pounding. She wouldn't have lasted much longer, having reached her limit long ago. Honestly, she wasn't even sure how she lasted as long as she did.

The only thing was, Alex seemed intent on pushing her back towards the edge moments after she managed to get some breathing room. Before she could catch her breath, Alex darted between her legs, launching a surprise attack on her wet, swollen sex. Almost instantly, she felt an orgasm approaching. It seemed unstoppable.

Without time to think, Tessa gripped the sheets beneath her hands, digging her fingers in desperately as she did everything she could to regain control. Muffled whimpers followed, the sound of words that would never make it to the light of day dying behind the gag. She was clearly agitated, and her eyes narrowed in an adorable glare.

Even though the words were unintelligible, it didn't take a genius to realize Tessa was cursing at Alex. If only there weren't so many moans breaking up her already muffled words; then, perhaps, she would have made some sense.

To make matters worse, Alex blamed her! The second she regained some sanity and backed off, allowing Tessa another few moments of respite, she actually dared to blame her!

Tessa wanted so badly to pout and curse at her, but she couldn't. In fact, even without the gag, she doubted she would be able to. After all, the very idea of being fucked like that at the club silenced her, causing a mix of desire and shyness to course through her system. Fortunately, her flushed cheeks couldn't reveal a thing, and her eyes were little more than glazed windows into a sex-addled brain at that point.

However, her state of mind left her at Alex's mercy. By the time she returned to herself, she noticed the object in Alex's hand, and her entire body stiffened.

It wasn't that Tessa particularly hated clamps. The truth was, they could feel quite good. It was just that her nipples were so damn sensitive; they always had been. Ever since she was young, they had been a weak spot, one she never allowed anyone near. She didn't even play with them herself. Yet, now, she was at Alex's mercy, and it wasn't long before her hard, sensitive nipple felt the pressure snap down.

None of the other clamps had pulled much of a reaction from her. While Tessa let out small noises that proved she felt it, they had been nothing. It was only when the clamp closed down around her nipple that she lost it, tilting her head back and moaning out around the gag. It wasn't her normal moan either, sounding far more high-pitched and adorable. It was a sound she would refuse to let out if she could.

It didn't stop there. Even after being told she could have as many orgasms as she wanted, Tessa couldn't feel happy. After all, with every thrust came an adorable, high whine, one sending Tessa into the depths of shame and regret. It only intensified when she finally climaxed, receiving her first fulfilling taste of pleasure of the night.

Ashamed and unable to control herself, she took comfort in their position, looking up into her lover's eyes as she made the noises that she hated but Alex loved. If she had to endure them, so did Alex... Hmph.
 
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