Leana chooses her next

Kara tried to ignore the ever-growing ache between her legs, caused by the pink Kryptonite anal plug lodged in her ass. Not, that she could do anything about it with her chastity belt on. For the last week, she had been suffering through the punishment for playing with her cunt and cumming without her mistress' permission. Of course, her desperation wasn't helped by hearing Leana fuck one or both of her sisters, Alex Danvers and Jean Grey each night.

The previous night had been pure hell for the beautiful Kryptonian. Leana had placed her in a straight jacket with a spreader bar between her legs and tied her to her bed. Then every couple of hours she would send Alex or Jean in with a vibrator to vibe her chastity belt. She could feel the vibrations, but not strongly enough to bring the release she desperately craved.

At the moment, she wore the slutty version of her Supergirl suit as she used a soft cloth to oil a black leather strap. The scent of freshly oiled leather invaded her nose, instantly reminding her of Leana, of her mistress.

The smell of freshly oiled leather was rich and robust, with hints of earthy musk and a hint of sweetness. It reminded Kara of Leana and the powerful, alluring scent that always surrounded her. Kara finished oiling the strap and hung it back on its hook. She glanced over at Alex and Jean. Alex was busy dusting and polishing the last of the paddles and Jean finished the last of bondage furniture.

The door swung open and Leana entered the room, her body adorned in a black leather bikini with purple trim that hugged her curves perfectly. Her knee-high black leather boots made loud clicking sounds as she walked on the hardwood floor. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly into a bun, giving her an air of dominance and control. The three slaves quickly went to the center of the dungeon and knelt in position four with their kneels shoulder-width apart, arms behind their backs grasping the opposite elbows. Their hearts raced as Leana went around the dungeon inspecting everything.

“Well done, my girls,” she finally said after what had felt like an eternity. “Kara stand.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said as she stood keeping her arms as they were and her feet should-width apart, now adopting position two. Leana strode over, pulling the key to Kara’s chastity belt as she did so. “Jean, bring me a laser shaver.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the former X-Women replied before going to a chest of draws and retrieving the requested tool.

Leana inserted the key into the lock of Kara’s belt. She turned it and Kara fought back a gasp

As the key turned in the lock, a soft click echoed through the room, almost drowned out by the sound of heavy breathing and racing hearts. The click, however, seemed to reverberate off the walls, lingering in the air like a bell tolling, signaling the end of Kara's time in chastity. Leana looked at her ****’s cunt. Only being released from the belt to relieve herself, and being given sponge bathes over the week had left her with a week of growth that needed to be removed.

“The shaver, Mistress,” Jean said as she handed Leana the device.

“Thank you, Jean.” Jean curtsied to Leana before going back to Alex’s side and kneeling, waiting for Leana’s next order.

The smell of burning hair hit Kara’s nose as Leana began to shave her. “I am a ****, and slaves have bald cunts. I am a **** and slaves have bald cunts,” she repeated the phrase over and over as Leana slowly shaved between her legs. Once she was satisfied with her work, Leana shut off the shaver and set it on the floor. She slowly dragged the back of her index finger over Kara’s cunt, being sure to drag it over the Kryptonian’s throbbing clit, the pink Kryptonite anal plug still keeping Kara on edge.

“Have you learned your lesson, Kara?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara answered fighting back a moan.

“And what was that lesson?”

“Not to touch your property or cum without permission, Mistress.”

“And what is your cunt Kara?“

“Your property to do with as you please, Mistress,” Kara said through gritted teeth, fighting back the waves of pleasure that crashed over her as Leana continued gently manipulating her throbbing clit.

“Good girl, position seven.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said before again lowering herself to her knees. She leaned forward, pressed her forehead to the floor, reached back, and spread her ass cheeks. Leana circled her before crouching down and slowly pulling the pink Kryptonite anal plug from her ass. Leana stood and placed the plug in a bin for cleaning. When she turned around she was amused to see that Kara now had her arms out-stretched in front of her one hand over the other, forehead still pressed to the floor.

The sound of Leana's boots clicking on the ground echoed throughout the room, adding to the tension as she circled Kara. Each click was like a warning, a reminder of her power over Kara. The only other sound was Kara's breathing, quick and shallow as she waited with bated breath for Leana's inspection to end. It was a sound filled with anticipation and a hint of fear, knowing that any slight mistake could result in punishment. The clicking and heavy breathing created a symphony of dominance and submission in the room. Leana smiled at Kara’s perfect adoption of position six.

“Yes, Kara?” Leana asked her voice almost in a low purr.

“Thank you for punishing me, Mistress.” Leana smiled at Kara’s statement. This was something new.

Kara felt Leana's warm hand rubbing her now-bald mons. “You're welcome, Kara.” Leana cooed as she then lightly spanked the Kryptonian's ass making her gasp slightly. Leana waited a few seconds expecting her to exit position six and return to position seven. “Do you have something else to say?”

“Yes, Mistress, I would like to show you how much I appreciate you punishing me when I fail you.”

“Oh you would, would you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And how do you propose to do that?” she asked as she slowly ran her hand down Kara’s spine.

“Please let me eat your pussy, Mistress,” she begged.

It seemed like it had been so long since she had tasted her mistress’s pussy, and she wanted that sweet nectar on her tongue. She heard the sound of Leana’s boots as she walked in front of her. She felt the heat between her thighs as Leana’s presence was just inches away.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Mistress, let me taste your pussy,” Kara begged, her voice cracking with need.

“I don’t know, that sounds like a treat you don’t deserve, after all, you were just getting punished.”

“Please, Mistress, I promise to make it good.”

“If it isn’t,” Leana said as she pulled down the leather bikini bottoms and kicked them aside. “You’ll get twelve with the kryptonite paddle.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara eagerly agreed, her heart pounding with both fear and excitement. Leana slowly stepped closer, until her wet pussy was mere inches away from Waller's face.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Kara's tongue caressed Leana's swollen clit, eliciting a moan from her mistress. She tasted like a mixture of honey and salt, with a hint of musk. Kara could feel Leana's arousal on her tongue, making her desire intensify. She continued to lick and suck on her mistress's pussy, savoring every delicious drop of her sweet nectar. It was a taste that she couldn't get enough of, and Kara was determined to please her mistress with every lick and kiss. As she explored Leana's wetness with her eager mouth, she felt a surge of pleasure coursing through her body. This was what she lived for, the taste of her mistress and the feeling of submission to her every desire. Kara lost herself in the pleasure of licking and tasting Leana's pussy, knowing that it was the ultimate way to show her appreciation for being punished by her mistress.

“Slowly, slowly,” Kara thought as she explored Leana’s folds. “Let Mistress enjoy this, build her pleasure. Her pleasure is your pleasure.”

Leana gently gripped the back of Kara’s head and let out

The moan escapes from Leana's lips like the softest sigh, carrying with it a mix of pleasure and longing. It is almost musical in its tone, rising and falling in perfect harmony with the movements of Kara's skilled tongue. The sound seems to vibrate through the air, a delicate melody that fills the room and awakens every nerve in Kara's body. It is a sound of pure ecstasy, a testament to the intense pleasure that Leana's body is experiencing at the hands of her submissive.

After several minutes Leana let out a primal scream of pleasure filled the air as Leana’s orgasm seemed to hit from nowhere. The sound of the scream bounced off of the walls of the dungeon seemingly with no end. Leana’s legs trembled and nearly gave out under her.

Kara can taste the essence of Leana's pleasure as it floods her mouth, a decadent and sweet mixture that sends shivers down her spine. It is a taste that is uniquely Leana, a combination of honey and spice that leaves Kara craving more. The sensation of it coating her tongue and sliding down her throat is pure bliss, a physical manifestation of the bond between Mistress and submissive. As she swallows, Kara can't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction knowing that she brought Leana to this point of pure ecstasy.

“Mmm, I missed that tongue this week,” Leana said before kissing Kara and tasting her cum in the Kryptonian’s mouth.

Leana joined their collars with short lengths of chain, Kara in the lead, and took her slaves into what she now called “The Gate Room.” It was the room where she kept her transdimensional device. She sat on the couch and began working the remote to the device.

“Are you three ready to meet your new sister?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the Three said in unison. Leana quickly bought A woman with long dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful, fit, and curvy body that seemed to be impossibly packed into a white and black catsuit with knee-high black square-heeled boots.

“I’ll be back soon,” she said before gently kissing the forehead of a redheaded woman lying motionless in a hospital bed. She let out a scream as she was sucked through Leana’s device.

“Girls meet, Miranda Lawson, your new sister.”

Miranda growled and looked at Leana with a look of fury in her eyes. A moment later, that look faded, first at the realization that all three of the beautiful women kneeling on the floor in front of the cough were stark naked, Then the color drained from her face. She doubled over before vomiting on the floor before managing to lower herself to the floor while avoiding her mess before passing out.

“You know, I really should try to do something about that,” Leana said in a deadpan tone.

Sometime later, Miranda woke with a gasp. It took her a moment to realize that her catsuit was gone and she was bound to a frame standing spread eagled.

"Hello, and welcome to your new home, Miranda," a cool and authoritative voice said from the shadows. Leana stepped into the light, still dressed as she had been, Kara obediently crawling at her side.

Miranda growled and went to activate her biotics. A searing pain erupted in the beautiful biotics body. It felt like every nerve ending in her body was being stabbed with thousands of needles all at once. She screamed in pain and her concentration broke. The pain stopped when her biotics faltered.

"Just as I control your new sister Jean's, who you will meet in due time, telepathy and telekinetic abilities I control your biotics. You won't be using them unless it's to please me, your mistress."

"Careful, Miranda," Leana said with an amused smile. "Speaking to your mistress like that in the future will have severe consequences." The two locked eyes, each refusing to look away. Leana began to stroke Kara’s long blonde hair. "Introduce yourself to your new sister."

"Yes, Mistress," Kara purred. She looked at Miranda and recognized her stubbornness. She silently hoped she would learn to submit quickly. "Hello, Miranda. I am Kara Zor-El, one of your new sisters. I will be helping you learn how to behave."

"Fuck you both," Miranda said with a defiant look in her eyes. Leana scowled at her newest acquisition and slapped her hard across the face, once, twice, three times. The sound of each slap echoed through the dungeon. She went for a fourth slap but stopped when Miranda winced in anticipation of the impact.

"You'll learn," Leana said with a smirk that oozed her confidence and dominance. "We have a lot to cover so let's begin. Kara, bring me the items we discussed earlier."

"Yes, Mistress," Kara said before she stood, curtsied to Leana, and walked off, her heels clicking against the floor. She returned in only a couple of minutes carrying a breast press, a set of nipple clamps, and a thick, broad, black leather strap. Kara curtsied again before kneeling and laying the items at Leana's feet.

"Get her nipples ready," Leana said as she picked up the nipple clamps.

The nipple clamps are small, metal clamps with sharp teeth that glint menacingly in the dim light of the dungeon. They are connected by a thin silver chain, which is held taut between Leana's fingers. The tips of the clamps are coated in a thin layer of rubber, providing a small amount of cushioning. They are adjustable, and Kara can see the tiny screw that can be turned to tighten or loosen the grip on Miranda's nipples. The weight of the chain suggests that these clamps are meant to stay securely in place.

"Yes, Mistress," Kara replied. She stood, walked to Miranda, took her left nipple in her mouth and began to gently suck. She reached over with her left hand and began to gently tweak Miranda's right nipple until the sensitive nubs stood at attention on the fleshy mounds. "She's ready, Mistress."

"Very good," Leana said as Kara stepped aside and knelt, waiting for her next order. Leana approached slowly. Not out of caution, but to let Miranda's anticipation build. The biotic beauty groaned as Leana closed the clamps on her nipples, the hard rubber teeth digging into her sensitive flesh.

As the clamps snap closed on her nipples, the biotic beauty's groan quickly turns into a sharp intake of breath. The hard, cool metal bites into her delicate flesh, causing her to flinch and squirm in both pain and pleasure. The rubber coating on the tips provides some relief, but the pressure from Leana's adjustments only intensifies the sensation. With each turn of the dials, the teeth of the clamps dig deeper into her skin, leaving red marks and increasing the throbbing ache in her nipples. Despite the discomfort, she can't help but feel a rush of arousal at the stimulation.

“Do you submit, Miranda?”

“No! I don’t submit to anyone! Not my father! Not the Elusive Man! No one!” Miranda yelled, her eyes alive with defiance.

“Except for Jane Shepard, right?” Miranda blushed at the mention of Shepard’s name.

“You bitch! Leave her alone!”

Leana smiled and picked up the breast press. “I bet those exceptionally large tits of yours will look amazing in this,” she said holding it in front of Miranda’s face.

The breast press is made of shiny metal and has two large, flat surfaces that are padded with soft leather. It also has handles on each side for Leana to grasp onto as she applies pressure. The device has several gears and dials that allow Leana to adjust the level of pressure being applied. It appears to be heavy and sturdy, with the potential to cause great discomfort or even pain to those placed in it.

“Wh-what is that!?”

“A breast press,” Leana said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She held the breast press so Miranda’s ample breasts were between the large flat surfaces. She checked the settings on the device ensuring that the two sides were set so that if one side was adjusted, the other side would automatically adjust to match it. Pleased that it was she began to turn a small dial at the center of the top of the device.

The metal surfaces of the breast press closed in on Miranda's breasts causing her to feel intense pressure and discomfort. She struggled against her restraints, trying to free herself from the painful device, but in vain. The cold, hard leather pressed against her skin, leaving small indentations and causing her to wince in pain. Within seconds, her ample breasts were trapped and compressed, causing a sharp pain that made her gasp for air.

“Submit Miranda, or it gets worse,” Leana said in a low authoritative tone.

“Go fuck yourself,” Miranda said defiantly.

“Your strong-willed Miranda, I appreciate that, I do,” Leana said as she lifted the press and dropped it. When the press did not fall from Miranda’s breasts no matter how much she shook it in reaction to the pain of having it dropped, and in turn only causing herself more pain, Leana knew the next part of her plan would work just as she had hoped. “Kara, get her into position.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the kneeling blonde said. She curled her fingers so that the tips pressed onto her palms. She then pressed the heels of her palms against Miranda’s hips forcing the brunette to bend over, stick her ass out, and cause the weight of the breast press to pull her breasts down at a sharper angle. While this was going on, Leana grabbed the strap and went behind Miranda, and placed it against the biotic woman’s ass.

Leana drew the strap back and then swung it forward adding a snap of her wrist at the end.

The leather, slick with oil, slid against the soft skin of Miranda's round buttocks, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. With each snap of the strap, the impact sent a jolt of pain through her body, the sensation akin to being stung by a swarm of angry bees. But even through the pain and the rush of adrenaline, Miranda couldn't help but notice how supple and smooth the leather felt against her skin.

“OW! OW! OW!” Miranda cried out as Leana delivered lash after lash against Miranda’s ass as Kara obediently held her hips in place. “I’m going to get you! I’m going to get both of you!” Leana screamed as tears began to slowly leak from her eyes.

“Mmm, you can try,” Leana purred as she continued to spank Miranda. “But for now, you belong to me.

“NEVER!” Miranda screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Kara, get a good grip on her hips. I don’t want her moving even slightly for this,” Leana ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said as she unfurled her fingers and took a tight grip on Miranda’s hips.

“Let’s see how you like this,” Leana whispered into Miranda’s ear after pulling back hard on her hair. She lowered the strap and turned her hand. She gave a light upward swing testing the distance. Miranda gasped when she felt the supple leather lightly impact her exposed, defenseless pussy. She tried to move, but she was held tightly in place by her bonds, and by Kara’s grip. She heard the familiar faint rustle of air as the strap moved through the air.

The leather made contact with her swollen pussy lips, making a sickening sound. Miranda screamed louder than she ever had in her life. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor in a heap had it not been for the wrist and ankle cuffs holding her to the frame. It took her a few seconds to recognize her own sobbing.

“Do you want more, or do you want to submit and learn how to serve your new mistress?” Leana asked. Miranda’s head was still spinning from the unbearable pain between her legs and Leana’s words sounded as if she was underwater.

“I-I won’t... I won’t...” Miranda panted.

"I'll give you credit, Miranda, this is the longest anyone's lasted since Alex. Kara and Jean folded quickly," Leana said as she ran her hand over Miranda's back, enjoying the way she left goosebumps in her wake. She grabbed her hair and pulled back again before leaning in close. Miranda could feel Leana's hot moist breath on her ear. “But you will submit to me, you will learn to serve me, and most of all, you will obey me.”

“No! I won’t betray Shepard!” Miranda protested. Leana Scoffed as she shoved Miranda’a’s head forward. It was subtle, but Leana had caught it. The brunette’s tone, while still defiant had lost its hardened edge. “She won’t last much longer,” Leana thought as she tapped the strap against the biotic woman’s pussy in preparation for the next painful lash.

“Last chance Miranda.”

Miranda's entire body was on fire, her breasts aching from the breast press and nipple clamps. Her ass and pussy on fire from Leana's relentless use of the strap. Defiance warred with reason in her mind as she panted for breath, tears streaming down her face. She didn't want to give in, but she couldn't handle much more of this. She had to buy herself some time, to find an opening, to contact Shepard somehow. Maybe if she played along...

"Fine," Miranda gritted out between clenched teeth, "I submit." Without warning, Leana struck between Mirana’s legs again. Pain radiated through her body as her scream filled the air like the wail of a banshee.

“Is that how you show respect to your mistress, ****?” Leana asked her voice elevated and pointed. "Try again, and show some respect.”

"I... I submit... Mistress," Miranda managed to say, her voice shaking with pain and humiliation. When Leana’s strap struck her pussy the second time, Miranda could feel her defiance leave her body. “I’m sorry Mi-Shepard. I’m so sorry,” she thought as she sobbed and thought of the lover and mistress she now knew she had **** but to betray.

Leana smirked as she put the strap down. “Much better,” she purred, “Now, let’s get to your proper training,” Leana said before looking at Kara. “Kara, what is lesson one?”

“Mistress, lesson one is that a **** must always address you properly.”

“Did you get that, Miranda?” she asked as she removed the breast press and nipple clamps. As each device was removed Miranda let out a long whine. “Well?”

“Yes, Mistress. I must always call you ‘Mistress.’”

“There, I don’t want you distracted while your sister is helping you learn.”

“Th-thank you, Mistress,” Miranda said gasping as the blood flow in her breasts returned to normal making her breasts feel tingly and numb.

“Ah, see you can learn,” Leana said with a smirk. She looked at the strap, bent down, and picked it up. “Kara stand up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said before standing. Unsure of what else to do she automatically adopted position one.

“Lesson two,” Leana said as she strode over to Kara.

“Mistress, lesson two is that a **** must take what she is given.”Leana leaned in close to her prized **** so she could whisper in her ear.

“Take what’s coming, and I promise an exceptional treat,” Leana purred into Kara’s ear instantly making Kara breakout in goosebumps of raw sexual anticipation, and her cunt dampen in lust.

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said her voice dripping with barely contained lust.

“What is lesson three?” Leana asked as she tapped the strap against Kara’s cunt. Kara let out a nervous breath, sweat permitting on her brow.

“Mistress,” Kara began her voice wavering slightly. “Lesson three is that your pleasure is my pleasure, and if causing me pain is your pleasure, then pain is my pleasure.” The strap sliced through the air.

A sharp snap filled the room as the leather met with Kara’s sensitive cunt. Tears of pain welled up in Kara’s eyes, she let out several whines that carried in pitch slightly. Her legs quivered and she fought the urge to double over.

“That’s my good girl,” Leana said proudly before passionately kissing Kara on the lips. It was a kiss Kara happily and eagerly returned. “Thank you, Mistress,” Kara said after Leana broke their kiss. Leana gave a small laugh of amusement.

“That wasn’t your treat, Kara,” she said as she ran her fingers through Kara’s hair. She turned to Miranda and began to let her out of the frame. “You do anything but do as Kara does, and it will mean a severe punishment,” she said sternly.

“Yes, Mistress,” Miranda said, her voice uncharacteristically uneasy.

“Kara, lesson four.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied before curtsying gracefully.

“Now you,” Leana said looking back to Leana.

“Not bad, but try again.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Leana made Miranda curtsy ten times before she was pleased with her.

Kara watched as Leana put Miranda in the holding cell and then turned to her. She walked over to the kneeling Kryptonian and gently stroked her hair. “You have the afternoon to do as you please,” she said before gently kissing her forehead. “After dinner, I’ll give you your treat.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” Kara stood, curtsied to Leana, and followed her out of the dungeon.

After Kara was sent to Leana’s bedroom with orders to strip, lay on the bed, and wait for her mistress. Kara entered the bedroom and removed her shoes, her skirt, and half-bra. She folded them neatly and left them in a neat pile next to Leana’s nightstand. She crawled onto Leana’s comfortable four-post bed and lay on her back. The black satin comforter felt soft, cool, and smooth against her skin. As she lay there she silently wondered what her mistress had in mind.

After what felt like forever to the beautiful Kryptonian The door opened and Leana entered the room. She silently began to peel off her shirt, bra, jeans, and panties. Kara liked her lips and her mouth watered as her eyes wandered over her mistress’ beautiful naked body.

“Are you ready for your treat, Kara?” Leana asked in a sultry tone as she walked to the foot of her bed, putting extra sway into her hips.

“Yes please, Mistress,” Kara replied with barely contained lust.

“As I said,” Leana began as she **** Kara’s legs further apart. “This is an exceptional treat for taking that lash from the strap to your cunt so well. Since this is a treat, you may cum when you want.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” Kara said as she silently wondered exactly what reward she had earned. She watched as Leana crawled onto the bed and hovered over her. “If anything about this reward leaves this room, Kara, a week locked in your chastity belt with the pink Kryptonite anal plug up your ass will seem like a cakewalk compared to the punishment you will get. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she answered, her voice just above a whisper. Leana smiled as she backed up and lowered her head until it was mere fractions of an inch from Kara’s cunt. Kara felt her entire body break out in goosebumps when she felt her mistress’ hot breath on her cunt.

“Mmm, you smell delicious.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Kara managed to gasp out. The anticipation was killing her as she waited for Leana’s tongue to touch her. She felt her cunt begin to leak even more as she waited. She let out a moan when she finally felt Leana’s soft, wet lips on her swollen clit.

Leana ran her tongue along the length of Kara’s slit, lapping up her juices. Then she concentrated on sucking and gently nibbling on her clit. Kara cried out in bliss as she lost herself in the pleasure her mistress was giving her. Leana ran a finger inside Kara’s wet folds, making her moan louder. Kara reached down and touched Leana’s silky smooth dark brown hair.

Instantly, Leana’s hands gripped Kara’s wrists in a vice-like grip before she looked up at the Kryptonian beauty. “No,” she said sternly. “Hands to yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Kara said with a **** whimper. Leana released her wrists and Kara gripped the comforter tightly in both hands. Leana smirked before lowering her face back to Kara’s cunt and continued to slowly eat her **** out.

The Kryptonian squirmed and writhed as she became lost in the pleasure. She began to scream in what Leana assumed was Kryptonian as the velvety insides of her cunt began to convulse and tighten around her fingers.

“That’s it, cum for me, Kara. Cum for your Mistress,” She purred before sucking the blonde’s clit between her full lips, the metallic tang of Kara’s clit ring mixing with the honey-sweet, yet tangy flavor of her juices that Leana loved. Kara let out a shrill cry before her back arched off the bed. She wasn’t sure how long she orgasmed but when her world stopped spinning, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her body was trembling. Leana settled down beside her, spent and panting Kara looked up at her mistress, her eyes still glassy. “Mistress, t-thank you,” Kara said finally catching her breath.

“You’re welcome,” Leana said stroking Kara’s soaked cunt gently. “I take it you enjoyed your treat?”

“Yes, Mistress, it was wonderful. Thank you.”

“Stay here, I’ll be back,” Leana said as she got off the bed and left the room without a second thought about her nakedness. She returned a few minutes later, she returned with a glass of water. “Here, drink slowly,” she said as she held it out to Kara. Kara lifted her head and put her lips on the glass. Leana tilted the glass slightly letting the cold water slowly flow into Kara’s mouth.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said as she let her head fall back onto the nest of pillows.

“You’re welcome,” Leana said as she set the glass down on her nightstand. “Get under the covers.”

Kara sat up, pulled the covers back, and nestled herself beneath them. Leana circled the bed, pulled the covers on her side of the bed back, and got under the covers. She pulled Kara close, kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair.

“Kara,” she said softly, “I want to tell you how things are going to go moving forward,” Kara said nothing, as she tilted her head back to look at her mistress. “Tomorrow, you’ll finish teaching Miranda her lessons, then, I’m sending you to the mainland.” A look of horror and shock came to Kara’s face.

“Mistress, please please don’t send me away! Please, I’m sorry if I displeased you!”

Leana softly shooshed Kara before kissing her forehead again. “No, Kara, I’m not sending you away. I’m sending you to meet and serve the woman I love for a week, and she is sending one of her pets, as she calls them here. After the week is up you, Mad’am Smoak, as you will call her, and her other pet will all come here and we will all live together.

“‘Mad’am Smoak?’ Could she mean… Felicity?” Kara silently wondered.

“However, I warn you, Kara, if Mad’am Smoak says you were bad for her, The punishment you get will make a week locked in your chastity belt with the pink Kryptonite anal plug up your ass will be a cakewalk.”

“Yes, Mistress. I will do my best to be a good girl for Mad’am Smoak.”

“That’s my girl,” Leana said before kissing Kara’s forehead. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kara said gently nuzzling Leana with her head.