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Ch 2.39: Reward

    Ch 2.39:  Reward


    <span style="font-weight:400">Love was a strong word, one Tira wasn’t willing to use lightly. She wasn’t sure she was even able to feel the same type of love she heard her ssmates talk about, and she knew she’d never evene close to feeling anything like what her parents described feeling for each other, but as those words came out of ina’s mouth, “Then I’m the luckiest person in the world,” Tira did feel <i><span style="font-weight:400">something</i><span style="font-weight:400"> in her heart<i><span style="font-weight:400">,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> something she’d never felt before, and something that wasn’t entirely unwee.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d always enjoyed ying with people, both in the sense of her ying with someone else and ying together with someone, and that had been enough. It probably still would be enough, if something ever came between her and ina, but having a real friend to do this sort of thing with, someone she genuinely enjoyed spending time with outside of “ytime” was new to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And for some reason, for the first time in her life, she’d just taken her shirt off in front of someone, was standing in front of ina in just her underwear. It wasn’t <i><span style="font-weight:400">embarrassing</i><span style="font-weight:400"> per se, just terrifying. Showing your stomach is a sign of submission in animals for a reason, so why should it be any different for people? When you do that, you’re giving someone power over you.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’s why Tira liked ordering people to strip, anyway. She needed to be in control, needed to make sure no one had that control over her. Maybe it was that both of her mothers werew enforcement, that the need for authority was somehow baked into her blood and upbringing. More than one past partner had suggested such a thing, but Tira didn’t really buy it. She was who she was, and she wasn’t ashamed of that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She wasn’t ashamed of how the girl in front of her made her feel either. And that’s why she was reaching behind her back, shaking fingers fiddling with her bra strap. She hadn’t intended to go this far. She would have removed her panties, sure, but that would have been for practical reasons, just to give ina ess to pleasure her. Tira’s breasts were hers, something that she’d never intended for anyone to see.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But still the straps of her bra slid off her shoulders, and the garment fell to the ground. Tira almost expected some cmitous sound, but it was of course silent, a small matter of gravity pulling down a piece of fabric. It felt way more impactful than it was in the grand scheme of things, but Tira couldn’t help blushing, couldn’t help covering her chest as she finally sumbed to real embarrassment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, that’s your reward. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Now </i><span style="font-weight:400">you can strip the rest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina was still at first, not even reacting to themand. Tira would’ve punished other partners for less, but she was starting to realize she had a soft spot for this one, and she gave her a little more leeway. It was only a short pause before ina did start to move after all, standing up and sliding off her boots and socks, then stepping out of her panties and waiting for furthermands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira had conflicting desires. She wanted to kiss ina again, but the way the girl was standing, heavy breaths, one arm across her chest as the other rested on her crotch, the look of unmistakable lust in her eyes, it was all too much for Tira to ignore. Kissing coulde after, she guessed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you covering yourself from me, ina?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” ina looked down at her arms and then threw them to the side. “No, I— I just didn’t know what to do with them, so—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tie them behind your back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira had infused the words with her intent, the specificity that it need to be done with ina’s aspect inherent in themand itself, not needing to be stated outright. And it worked, thanks to ina’s [Good Girl] skill she conjured a rope around her wrists, presumably without thinking, gasping as the rope tied around her limbs and pulled them behind her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira stepped forward, dropping her own arms. Now that she was in control again, it was easier to let go. “Now that’s a good girl. From now on, whenever I give you amand, <i><span style="font-weight:400">any </i><span style="font-weight:400"mand, I want you to follow it as promptly as when I’m using your skill, understand?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina was practically drooling as she looked up, nodding, barely muttering the words, “Yes, mistress,” as she panted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good, kneel.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">To her credit, ina did obey instantly, but she struggled to get to her knees with her arms tied back, causing her to fall to her knees instead of gently sitting down. It was cute, watching her chest bounce as she tried to keep her bnce. Tira was almost envious of howrge ina’s tits were, how cute the little nipples on them looked when she was turned on, but overall Tira was happy with the situation as it was. It was better to let someone willing to show them off have them, after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira smiled and nted her hands on her hips, already knowing she’d seed with her next trap. “Take off my panties.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It really was too easy, too fun watching ina pull at her own restraints, staring up with a look of confusion. “Uhm—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Too slow. Head on the ground, now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira didn’t wait to see if ina did it immediately, instead going over to her bag, pulling out the same flogger she’d used on their first night together. By the time she turned around at least, ina had ced her forehead on the ground like she was ordered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is only cause you were a bad girl, ina,” Tira said as she bent over her sub. “Ass up now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina obeyed again, sticking her backside up as far as she could. Tira wound up with her flogger, hesitating for just a moment. Thest time she’d done this she hadn’t had a ss or the increased strength that came with is, so she was a little nervous. But [Good Girl] wasn’t the only skill ina had after all, so not all of her blow would register as pain anyway. Still, Tira tempered her blow as she struck, not wanting to go overboard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As the smack rang out, a moan of pleasure rose out of ina, assuaging Tira’s fears. She’d need to talk it outpletely with ina to make sure they were on the same page regarding pain, but for now she knew she wasn’t goingpletely overboard at least, so she continued with a second strike, increasing the intensity of her blow, receiving an equal increase in the volume of the resulting moan. The pattern continued, Tira hitting harder and coaxing loader sounds of pleasure a third, fourth, a fifth time, until the sixth swat hit, Tira finally tapping into that increased strength she had from her ss and drawing out a cry that was equal amounts pleasure and pain.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s enough for now,” Tira said, both to ina and herself. “Knees again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina lifted up, again struggling to do so without her arms. As she did, Tira realized maybe she hadn’t even gone far enough, as ina’s red face, wide open mouth, and pleading eyes all seemed to be begging for more. Yes, they definitely needed to do some stress testing togetherter to find out ina’s limits, but for now Tira needed something else.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My underwear. Take them off.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Tira threw ina the bone this time, thrusting her pelvis into the girl’s eager face. ina understood this time, leaning forward and clenching her teeth around the waistband of Tira’s panties and slowly starting to work them down.
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