Blake Obeys

Any objections Blake had died on her lips as Weiss's words stole her breath away. Blake shook her head.

"Good," Weiss's reply came. "Then it's time for you to put that mouth of yours to work."

Breathlessly, Blake sat up on all fours and stared at the puddle beneath her. Her puddle. The one she made in a blissful haze caused by a demeaning erotic fantasy. The one she was now being told to lap up like an animal. Blake squeezed her thighs together tightly.

"Well, we don't have all day," Weiss said. "Unless you want Ruby and Yang to find you like this too."

Slowly, Blake lowered her head to right above the puddle. Am I really going to do this, she asked herself, hesitating. She stayed like that motionless for a few seconds, deliberating, and then she heard motion from Weiss's direction. A moment later, she felt the outsole of Weiss's heel connect gently to the back of her head, pushing it downwards towards her fluids. Blake knew she could stop this if she wanted to. Weiss was hardly putting any **** behind her foot, offering Blake an out if she wanted it. All she had to do was push back against Weiss's foot at all and her face would stop getting closer to the puddle of her juices. All she had to do was push back. She didn't.

Blake's face pressed into the puddle below as she kissed the ground. Weiss pulled her foot off of Blake's head with a "Hmph," as she made her way back to her chair to watch. "I have heard to house train animals it's not uncommon to need to shove their face in their mess for them to learn. I hadn't thought the same principle applied to faunus," Weiss said oh so casually.

Blake felt an intense jolt of pleasure in her loins, rubbing her thighs together. One of her hands reached up to fondle a breast, palming her nipple. There was nothing Blake could do to stop the moan that escaped her throat.

"Honestly now," Weiss said, "are you really going to make _another _mess before you even begin cleaning up the first?"

At the admonishment, Blake raised herself up slightly, steadying herself on one of her forearms and her knees while she used the hand on her free arm to fondle her breasts. Without another moment of hesitation, she stuck her tongue out and began lapping away like a kitten who was offered a saucer of milk. She could taste the sweetness of her juices coat her tongue and then the inside of her mouth. It almost felt refreshing after the desert her mouth had felt like while explaining her story to Weiss. Maybe it would if it wasn't so humiliating - being made to lick up her own juices off the floor and by a Schnee no less!

"That's a good girl," Weiss said. "Make sure you get it all. Otherwise, I might have to punish you." Blake felt a pulse of pleasure in her loins and sped up her tongue. Her hand also sped up. A quiet fell over the room with the only sounds coming from Blake, the sound of her tongue lapping the floor and the panting from her exertions. Blake hadn't dared to look towards Weiss, but she was certain the Schnee heiress was watching and enjoying her debasing herself, maybe even recording it, who knew.

It wasn't long before she could feel another orgasm approaching. Her thighs were already a soaked mess. She wouldn't be surprised if she'd already leaked more juices back onto the floor than she had cleaned up. She stopped licking, able to do nothing but pant, when her freehand made its way down to her pussy, grinding her hand and her ribbon into her crotch once more. She was doing her best to stifle her moans, but she couldn't suppress them anymore. Blake shut her eyes as her hand vigorously got to work.

"Honestly," the Schnee heiress said. The sound came from behind her. Weiss was watching her from behind... Blake didn't know why, but instinctually, she propped her backside up a little higher, knowing Weiss's gaze was on it. Blake's face and torso pressed onto the floor and back into her juices as her other arm stopped supporting her and moved to fondle her breasts. "What? Are you in heat?" The Schnee heiress's question came. "Or are faunus women's bodies always this slutty and horny, dripping wet and advertising to everyone around you that you're open for business and begging for someone to breed with you?"

The question came in through one ear and then seemed to play in stereo on repeat in Blake's head. And it was too much for her. She felt her body writhe and shake in ecstasy. A series of uncontrollable, guttural moans escaped her throat as she road out her orgasm. When the waves of pleasure stopped, she collapsed into a heap on top of her juices. If the first mess had been a puddle, this one was a pond.

Blake laid there panting, unable to move. But she heard a few more camera shutters go off. Her eyes drifted to where the sound came from, and soon Weiss walked over to her and knelt down beside her. Probably unintentional, but the way Weiss knelt down beside her gave her a chance to peek up her friend's skirt. On brand for the ice princess, she was wearing light blue and white snowflake panties. And in the middle of the crotch, Blake noticed a damp patch.

"Blake, are you okay?" She heard Weiss ask. Blake's eyes darted toward Weiss's face, no longer unreadable only concerned. Blake **** herself to roll onto her back, hearing and feeling her juices splash against it, and managed to give Weiss a nod between breaths. She was sure she looked like a mess, coated from head to toe in her own fluids.

Weiss let out a sigh of relief before snapping another picture. "I'm glad... Honestly, I owe you an apology for just jumping into things like I did. I worry I might have crossed the line there by not making sure it was okay with you beforehand."

"It's... fine," Blake said. "It was pretty hot... unexpected, but hot."

"Oh good... Did it live up to your fantasy?"

Blake's cheeks turned pink again, looking away. "And then some... but what was with all the pictures? You're not going to show those to anyone, right?" Her eyes drifted back to Weiss.

This time it was Weiss's turn to blush. "Oh, those... right. I would've asked, but I thought it would've spoiled the mood," Weiss said. "I wasn't planning to show them to anyone. I just didn't trust that my mind would remember those moments in all their glory otherwise." Weiss flipped her phone around the face Blake and scrolled through the pictures she had taken.

Blake's breath hitched in her throat, eyes wide. "Oh my god."

"I know right," Weiss said. "Look how lewd you look here. My favorite was this one," Weiss scrolled again. "It's so erotic!"

"Oh my god," Blake repeated, her eyes somehow growing wider.

"I know!" Weiss said, cheerfully. "Is it all right if I keep them?" Blake froze for a moment. If any of these pictures got out, that'd be the end of it. There'd be no coming back from the humiliation. They were each of such high quality that you'd swear they were taken by a professional. And each one had definitely captured her in all her nude, horny glory. "Or if you want, I could delete them, and we could pretend none of this ever happened."

Blake swallowed a lump in her throat. On the one hand, if she let Weiss keep these, then Weiss would have some incredible potential **** material on her. But... would she use it? They were friends, right? Besides, she was asking permission to keep them. If Weiss really wanted, she could have just kept them without saying a word about it. It's not like Blake would be able to do anything about it other than maybe steal or break her phone. And knowing Weiss, her stuff probably backed up to the cloud automatically anyways, so if she wanted to keep them without permission, there wasn't anything Blake could do anyways.

On the other hand... Blake didn't want to pretend that this didn't happen. That was perhaps the best orgasm of her life so far she'd just experienced, and it was all thanks to Weiss. If anything, Blake wanted more. The whole situation had been beyond hot. And those pictures proved that all this hadn't just been some elaborate fantasy in her head. Of course, she wouldn't be able to live it down if any of the pictures got out, but that risk was also kind of hot... "Sure... but please don't show them to anyone else."

"Of course not," Weiss said, sounding slightly offended. "What kind of girl do you take me for? These photos are for our eyes only."

"Good," Blake said with a sigh of relief. Then she gave a tentative glance to Weiss, her face burning. "Do- do you think we... could do this again sometime? When we're alone like this..." Her voice was so quiet, she almost didn't think she said anything at all.

"Watch you climax on our floor and order you to lick it up?"

"No!- er, well maybe?" Blake said. "It doesn't have to be exactly the same as what just happened - not to say I'd be opposed to that either..." This is so humiliating, Blake thought to herself, pulse racing. "But... I meant this dynamic and the roleplay..."

"The roleplay where you're a horny faunus girl, craving to be humiliated, and I - the daughter and heiress of a family and corporation you despise - dominate and humiliate you?" Weiss said. "Strip you down and play with you like the 'naughty little stray kitty' you want to be treated like, until you're 'mewling' you said - is that right?"

Blake felt the shame for what she was going to say hit her in waves before even opening her mouth. She **** the words out all the same. "Yes! Please..." Blake covered her face with her hands in shame. If Weiss turned her down now after breaking down her request like that, Blake was almost certain she'd die of humiliation right there on the floor.

Weiss made a great show of thinking about it for a few moments. The whole time, Blake's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Until finally, "I don't see a reason why not. I rather... enjoyed my part in things as well."

Blake spread her fingers some and peered through the gaps at Weiss. "Do you mean it?"

"Of course," Weiss said before puffing out her chest. "Just be warned, I can be quite domineering when I want, so if you ever feel like you can't take it just let me know."

"Thank you, Weiss."

"Of course." Weiss said, clapping her hands together before dusting off her palms. "Then it's official. From today on, you're no longer just some stray, naughty kitten. When we're alone, you're my naughty kitten. And I'll make sure you don't forget it, mark my words, Blake Belladonna!"

A shiver ran down her spine at the declaration. And without thinking, the words, "It doesn't just have to be when we're alone," stumbled out of her mouth. Her face grew hotter.

Weiss blinked at her, "Sorry?"

"I don't want the others to know. I really can't overstate how much I don't want anyone to know about this - I want all of this to stay between the two of us," Blake said, hurriedly. "But that doesn't mean... that doesn't mean we can't play while they're around... as long as it's nothing too crazy or overt, I mean. Just little, subtle things that no one would probably notice or think anything about..."

"Okay," Weiss said, clearly caught off-guard. "If that's what you want, then starting today, you are henceforth mine." When she woke up that morning, Blake never would've imagined her day would turn out like this, asking - no nearly begging and encouraging one of her teammates to dominate her and treat her like a plaything. And yet here she was.

Weiss cleared her throat. "Now, where were we? Oh, right, I had ordered you to clean up your mess, but from what I can tell it's only grown bigger. And as much fun as it would be to watch you lap your mess off the floor all day, I have better things to do. So I'll finish cleaning this up." Weiss said, walking out of Blake's line of sight.

"Thank you, Weiss."

"Don't be thanking me just yet," Weiss said as she returned moments later, holding something Blake couldn't quite see in her hands. It looked like a bundle of fabric, maybe some washcloths or a towel? "You are going to be punished for failing to clean up your mess yourself."

Before Blake could even ask what Weiss meant, she got her answer. Weiss dropped the object, or rather objects, that she was holding. Blake watched them fall in slow motion towards the wet floor below. She was quite familiar with them. They were all of Blake's panties.

Blake's mouth fell open as every single pair of panties she owned plopped into the puddle. Once they touched down, Weiss stepped on individual pairs and dragged them around, letting them absorb the mess. When she thought one side was sufficiently soaked, she hooked her heel through the holes and flipped it before repeating the process. Mesmerized, Blake wordlessly watched Weiss work, marinating every single panty thoroughly, until the mess was fully wiped up. In its place were panties of various styles strewn across the floor, all clearly saturated. Weiss bent over, using two fingers to pluck a pair up by the waistband. Blake's cheeks grew warm when Weiss brought it close to her face and gave it a sniff. Followed by a few more, before Weiss let them fall to the floor with a plop.

"There," Weiss said. "The mess has been cleaned up. And now all of your underwear will reek of your sex. I'm sure you don't mind. After all, the added scent will help your lewd body advertise to those around you just how hot and bothered you really are." Blake felt another shiver run down her spine. "Go on, give them a sniff and see what I mean."

Hesitantly, Blake reached out and grabbed one of her discarded panties. She closed her eyes and pulled the garment toward her face, giving a good sniff. Her eyes shot open before giving it a few more sniffs. Weiss was right. It wasn't super imposing, but she could make out her scent of her climax soaked into the fabric. If she wore any of these, the smell of her sex would be added to her regular smells. Of course, realistically no human would likely notice unless they shoved their head into her crotch, and unless they were sniffing around that part of her body specifically, she likely shouldn't have worry about any faunus noticing either. But the fact that theoretically someone could notice was all it took to make Blake start feeling hot. "For the next week, you'll be wearing these soiled panties as punishment for not cleaning up your mess. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good," Weiss said. "I expect you can put your underwear away yourself?" Blake nodded.

"Then do it," Weiss said, taking a seat on her bed and removing her heels. She had Blake's full attention. "And when you're done, go take a shower and put some clothes on... unless you want to explain to Ruby and Yang why you're naked and what you're covered in."

Blake's heart raced again at the idea. No she'd rather not have her entire team know what she looked like naked or explain to them just what had happened in the room today while they were gone. So Blake swiftly collected her damp undies, putting all but one of them back in her drawer, and grabbed her nightie.