A Gets Her Reward

CHLOE and MIRIAM

“Are you good?”

Chloe sighed.

“I've been better,” she told the other girl. She'd left the party when Jessica came walking down the path, and Miriam had caught up with her moments later.

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

Chloe thought for a moment, then nodded. She wasn't as close to Miriam as she was to Joanna, but she did trust her DM to keep her head on straight.

“It's about Jessica,” she said. “And something Ishtar said. That transformation, ‘for the points’, do you remember what it said?”

Miriam thought for a moment.

“The one to make us want to fuck her ‘for the points’, right?”

Chloe nodded.

“Yes, but that's not all. All of our transformations had little justifications, remember? For that one, it was that she enjoys helping ‘straight’ girls. I asked her about it and she got very… defensive, evasive. Said she likes showing girls ‘new experiences’ and i just stormed off”

She sighed.

“Maybe not my finest moment. And then I nearly threw myself at her this morning, too, it's all a mess.”

That last part was news to Miriam, who has heard a little from Jessica earlier.

“It sounds like it,” she said.

“Hah. I just don't know what to do. Obviously I should talk to Jessica, give her a chance to explain, right? But I already know how that's going to go.”

“You do?” Asked Miriam, almost suspiciously. “You sound awfully certain.”

“Of course I do. She's going to tell me something - probably the truth - and be very apologetic and sweet, and I'm going to be a big softie and accept her apology, and then we'll be a bit awkward for a bit and things will go back to normal eventually.”

“That doesn't sound… terrible?” Miriam replied, just a little nonplussed.

“Well, what if I don't want to forgive her?” Chloe responded, exasperated. “Maybe I didn't need to be shown any new experiences. And maybe I want her to stare at me for me, not because I'm some straight girl she's conquered! Even if I forgive her, how can I trust that she kissed me for me and not because she gets off on kissing straight girls?”

Miriam was beginning to understand why Jessica had been so sure about the bisexuality of it all, but didn't think this was the best time to bring it up.

“You could always make use of her transformation,” Miriam says. “The one where you get true answers while she’s in trance.”

At this, Chloe stopped walking and turned to Miriam.

“So… your advice for my friendship problems is… a pagan sex ritual?” the pastor’s daughter replied, deadpan.

“Well, when you put it that way…” Miriam replied, her face slowly turning red, her eyes flickering from the cross at Chloe’s neck and up to her eyes.

“Still… you could make use of that transformation. Joanna or Theo could put her into trance and ask her. It just works better when horny, it works without it. You could get the truth.”

Chloe sighed.

“Not a very trusting suggestion, is it, though? ‘Sure, I believe you, but can we just do some black magic to be sure?’”

“Well, you were the one saying you don’t know if you can trust her!” Miriam replied, exasperated. “It’s just… you know, trust, but verify.”

“If you trust, you don’t need to verify,” Chloe explained. “That’s what trust means. That her word is the verification.”

Miriam shrugged. “Then you should decide if you’re going to trust or verify. But I do have a thought for you: Maybe Jessica does have a bit of a straightbreaking kink-”

“A what now?” Chloe responded, baffled.

“Uhh… Maybe Jessica does have a thing for turning straight girls gay or bi. Or for helping someone explore. But so what? If someone was attracted to you because you’re blonde, would you assume they didn’t care about you other than that?”

Chloe thought about this.

“Maybe not,” she said.

They walked on a little in silence.

JOANNA and THEO

The kiss was passionate. Both of them were pressed against each other, the heats of their bodies mingling, their breaths quick and shallow. Theo's lips melted against hers. Her arms were on him, and his hands were on her back, her neck, in her hair. He pulled her even closer, and she leaned into him, the eager recipient of his hungry kisses.

Except for their short kiss earlier, she had not kissed him since yesterday morning, before the show, a quick kiss goodbye before they went to classes.

It may as well have been a lifetime. A century. An age of the universe.

But alas! The human body has limits. Like lung capacity.

They separated, catching their breaths, and the sight of his smile made her dizzy with his love.

“I’m so sorry I didn't come find you yesterday,” Theo said. “And I had a rough morning, but I should've come and found you earlier. I didn’t think you could even get in here.”

“Well, not normally,” Joanna responded. “I spent BP to get some time with you.”

Joanna: 1900-500 = 1400 BP

“Shit, I’m sorry - I was on my way out, if I'd been up two minutes earlier -”

She leaned forward and kissed him, just a quick peck before leaning back into his arms again.

“It’s okay, my love. This is the only place we can be private, anyway.”

She smiled and squeezed him again, both of them still in the other’s arms.

“And thank you, Theo. For listening. For understanding.”

His smile faltered for just a moment.

“Of course, Jo. Always.”

“As for the reward….” she teased. “I do have a suggestion.”

Theo raised an eyebrow.

“A suggestion? I’m all ears.”

“You did edge me every day for a week…” she said. “And I followed the rules last night, too.”

That made Theo’s eyebrows shoot up. He’d told her to edge every night, but he hadn’t imagined that she’d continue after being **** for this strange show.

“And now you want to cum, hmm?” he asked her, but he was - once again - of two minds. He was worried, still, about Joanna disappearing into her role, and about his own fitness to Dom properly at the moment, after the morning’s spiral and Jo’s speech earlier - he was a little shaky.

But… he had also kept her wound up for a week, and he didn’t have a night with her until the end of this week. Quite apart from it being a dirty trick to play, Joanna was sleeping with Nina, so he couldn’t make her keep edging - the choice was mostly between ‘play with her now’ and ‘let the whole thing fall to the ground’.

“Yes, Sir. If you’ll let me - my pleasure, after all, belongs to you.” she said, her bright eyes looking up at him as she pressed herself against him.

“We should be talking, really,” he said. “About how to handle our relationship in this show. About how I keep you safe.”

“It’s your choice, Sir,” Joanna responded, and he knew she meant it. No matter how much she wanted this - no matter how much she wanted to cum, or to lose herself in the role for a little, she would accept his choice. She might pout, but not sulk.

She trusted him.

His choice.

He smiled.

“Well, I promised you a reward. It wouldn’t do to be miserly, now would it?”

Her breath hitched.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He let her go and stepped back, looking his beautiful girlfriend up and down, admiring her curves and the flowing costume draped over them. He had countless options for how to go about this, but he decided to go with the one he had planned.

He put his thumb against his middle finger, ready to snap, and raised his hand slowly.

“Focus on my hand, pet,” he told her.

Her eyes followed his hand, and he held it up, just far enough, just long enough for her eyes to strain.

“And…” he snapped his fingers as he dropped his hand “drop.”

Her mind followed her eyes down, dropping easily into a familiar and welcoming trance. Her breathing slowed, her shoulders relaxed, and her head dropped slightly.

“You want to be a good girl, don't you?” Theo asked her.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. Her voice was even, more level than usual, but clear and loud.

“Good Girls follow the rules, don't they?” He asked, his voice falling into his practiced hypnotic register - clear and confident, a little richer than usual, but not by much.

“Yes, Sir. Good Girls follow the rules.”

His blood quickened at her ready acceptance, her easy surrender to him, to his will, his rules.

“Good Girl. Follow my hand back up, and drop deeper next time.”

He slowly raised his hand again, and her eyes followed it, and she rose gently out of trance.

“Wait, already? Mast-”

“Drop”

His hand dropped. The snap echoed in the room.

She swayed with it.

“Good Girls follow the rules.”

“Good Girls follow the rules,” she echoed, everything but his words and voice fading away.

He raised his hand again.

“Oh Master, you're such a mea-”

Snap

“Drop”

Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled up as her consciousness fell away, dropping deeper down into a soft, fuzzy trance. Her own will and attention and thought dropped away, and there was just her master's voice. She loved it, the feeling of being pliable, the knowledge that her master could just reach in with his words and shape her, but even that thought, the thought of her love, was fuzzy and inconsquential and drifted away. She wondered briefly what his plans were, but then he spoke. Everything else was gone.

“Good Girls follow the rules.”

The words echoed around her empty, fuzzy mind as she repeated them, filling her up. She accepted their truth eagerly.

“There is a new rule for today. You will not cum without permission.”

“I will not cum without permission,” she repeated, and she knew it was true. It was a rule. Good girls followed the rules, and Joanna was a good girl.

“Today, you will not come without permission,” Her master responded.

She repeated the words. Today she would not come without permission.

“Until you have permission, whenever you get to the edge, it will move just beyond reach. No matter how aroused you get, no matter how stimulated you are, your orgasm will always be just one step ahead”

“The edge will always move just beyond reach,” she said.

“Perfect. Repeat it”

She obeyed. Today she would not come without permission. The edge would always be just beyond reach. Her master told her, so it was true.

“Again. Until it sinks all the way in. Until it is a part of your subconscious, a perfectly normal part of who you are and what you do. Then, you can slowly come back up.”

Joanna repeated the words again, and again, and the truth of the words sunk deeper and deeper into her fuzzy, empty mind, his voice echoing in her.

It did not take long before she slowly lifted herself out of trance. Her eyes focused on Theo and she sighed in pleasure and relief.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Don't thank me yet, pet,” her Master replied. Reaching out, he grabbed the ring of her collar with one finger, and pulled her along towards the bed, placing her in front of him and leaning back on it.

“Strip.”

She smiled shyly and obeyed. She always felt awkward, stripping like this, but she did her best, slowly taking off her costume, sliding the smooth silk down her body with deliberate slowness. She swayed, slightly, moving as gracefully as she could. It was more awkward, more ****, more intimate than just being naked with him, for her own gracelessness was much more embarrassing.

But he commanded.

She obeyed.

Theo admired her slow show, and however she felt, he saw nothing graceless or awkward. He saw his beautiful buxum **** stripping for his benefit, her soft round tits revealing themselves, her beautiful stomach - which he knew she worried about, but which he could do nothing but love - and wide hips, the thighs he had kissed a hundred times, already slick, the soft, shaved cunt with just a hint of fuzz. He could smell her arousal already, and it drove him crazy.

“God you are beautiful,” he said, and she blushed both at his words and at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Turn around, slowly. Let me see all of you.”

She turned, slowly. It was nothing he hadn't seen, but he loved making her show it off, anyway, as a reminder of his ownership over her.

“Closer, ****,” he told her once she was facing him again, her hands behind her back.

She stepped closer, preening at his nickname. **** was one of her favourites.

She felt his fingers slide across her wet folds and up into her, and she did everything she could to steady her breathing. He hadn't warned her or hesitated - why should he? It was his.

“You're wet, ****. Did you enjoy stripping for me?”

“Yes, Master. I enjoy showing” - her breath hitched as he bent a finger, shifting the pressure inside her - “off for you.”

“What a dirty little slut.”

His voice had a slight teasing lilt, and she could not imagine sweeter words.

“For you, Sir. Always”

He smiled and kept playing with her, but he said nothing else, so neither did she. She just stood, hands behind her back, and tried to keep her breathing steady as he toyed with her. His movement was slow, languid, and almost casual, putting pressure on her inner walls, moving slowly in, until a little out. She enjoyed it, but there were a hundred things he could do to be more stimulating.

But he chose to tease her, to toy with her, and that's what made her steady her breathing.

Soon enough, he stood and pulled his fingers out of her. When he lifted them, she needed no instruction, eagerly opening her mouth to clean him. She had no particular affinity for the slight tang of her own juices, but she eagerly took anything her Master gave her.

And she did have a great affinity for her Master's fingers in her mouth.

When he thought she’d cleaned him enough, he pulled his fingers back.

“On the bed, pet. Face up.”

She hurried to obey, climbing onto the bed and turning over, legs and arms slightly spread.

He took another moment to admire her, her eager obedience, her open vulnerability with him.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he picked up her one foot, gently, and ran his finger around her ankle.

She shivered in anticipation of the trigger.

“Bound”

He placed her foot back down as he spoke, and she was bound. There was nothing there, and yet her leg was bound with a menacle and chain. She knew there wasn’t anything there, she could feel the air across her ankle - but it didn’t matter. She could strain against the chain all she wanted - and she had, often - and her naked foot would never move. Her Master’s words were enough.

Theo repeated the trigger for her other foot, then moved up beside her, pulling her arms over her head and gently running his finger around both her wrists. He probably could have set a trigger up with just the word, but he loved the ritual of it, the way he heard his ****’s breath quicken ever-so-slightly, the tension that rippled through her, the sheer anticipation from something so simple as his finger tracing a circle around her wrist.

Finishing with the trigger word, he leaned back and admired his handiwork. She was strung out in front of him, squirming slightly but unable to move, tied up by her own subconscious. It was one of his favourite tricks, but it made him just as hard as it did every time.

Half-lying down beside her, propped up on one elbow, he gave her a gentle smile.

“Are you ready for your reward, ****?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

Theo reached down and brushed his hand along the inside of her thigh, revelling in the slowly quickening pace of her breaths.

“Ready for your pleasure?” he asked, dropping down into his hypnotist voice and elongating the word ever-so-slightly.

Joanna shuddered as pleasure ran through her, starting from her cunt and shooting up through her body.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she said, fighting a losing battle to keep her voice even.

“Good Girl.”

His fingers reached her wet folds, and he slid two fingers into her without hesitation, curving them slightly to touch her exactly where he knew she loved it.

“Pleasure,” he whispered, and she whimpered as his fingers sped up, straining uselessly against her restraints.

Theo loved seeing her like this, eyes glazed over with pleasure, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her whole body moving at his touch. He loved the sight of her tits and the feeling of her juices running down his finger, the way she humped slightly against her hand.

His lips kissed her neck, her cheek, the lobe of her ear.

“You’ve been very good, ****. A perfect little slut for me.”

“Thank… Thank you, Sir,” she responded, a needy whine in her voice. He knew that voice, that whine, and knew she was rapidly approaching her peak.

“But you’re not going to cum until I let you. No matter how much pleasure I give you.”

He squirming and shuddering turned into thrashing, but for all her muscles heaved and her toes curled she could not fight the invisible chains on her body.

“Please, Master, I’m getting close, will you let me-”

“Not yet,” he responded, picking up the pace and adjusting his angle ever so slightly.

The room filled with the sound of her wetness and her whimpers and moans, and Theo loved the way her breathy voice echoed in the room.

“Please, please, Master, let me-”

“Not until I give permission, pet. Just endure the pleasure”

Joanna nearly screamed as the pleasure went through her, filling her up, driving her all the way to the edge - which moved just a little further away, the pleasure, the touches, never quite enough, her whole body shaking as she built to a release she could not have.

“Please, Master, Sir, Please…” she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes as she humped her Master’s hand mindlessly.

The kind thing to do would be to let her cum, to give her her reward and watch her explode. The gentle thing, the sensible thing.

“Not yet.”

She opened her mouth to beg again, but only a wordless moan escaped her, descending into a whimpering whine.

“Good girl! Just let your Master give you pleasure”

Once more, her Master’s words and fingers pushed Joanna to her limit, raising her pleasure to a fever pitch, and once again, the edge of orgasm moved away just as she was about to go over it. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all.

Theo gave her a moment - just a few breaths, no longer - before picking up the speed again.

“Soon, ****. You’re being so good for me. You’ll have your reward so soon, just accept the pleasure”

Joanna had not known she could be pushed so far without cumming. Under normal circumstances, she would have needed to safeword to avoid breaking his rule, but not now - even with his fingers against her most sensitive spot and her ankles tied up, the trigger could not push her to orgasm. She fought and moaned and whimpered, instinctively - and unsuccessfully - trying to close her thighs around his hand, the pleasure pushing everything else out of her mind except the need to cum.

The need to cum and the knowledge that she could not cum without permission.

Because good girls follow the rules.

“Beg me, ****,” her Master said, his fingers moving fast in her wet, needy hole. “beg for your pleasure.”

Her face contorted with pleasure and arousal and her hips mindlessly ground against his hands.

“Please Sir, please please please let me cum, I've been so good, please Master, let your little slut cum.”

Finally, he relented.

“You have been a very good girl. You have my permission, pet. pleasure.”

His fingers flexed and moved as he spoke, and at the last word, Joanna’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her cunt clenching around his finger, which kept moving. Her whole body convulsed and she filled the room with moans as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure shot through her making every muscle tense. She came, and came, and when her Master bit her earlobe and whispered pleasure she came again, and again, convulsing over and over, mindlessly, thoughtlessly writhing on the bed, yet still fixed by her restraints. And her Master was generous, triggering her again and again, making her cum her brains out over and over, stopping only when her whole body was sore and trembling and her cunt so sensitive that even the thought of his fingers hurt.

Finally, she collapsed, her body quivering like a leaf with the aftershock of her over-stimulation.

She turned to face him, her eyes red and puffy, still dazed with pleasure, and tears still ran down her puffy cheeks. Her voice was hoarse and wavering as she spoke

“Thank you, Master,” she said, making sure to meet her Master’s eyes.

And Theo knew she meant it.