Dressing for Occasion

After setting some ground rules and threatening Reaper a bit more, Widowmaker told Reaper to take a shower, to which Reaper agreed, not without grumbling.

Reaper was quick and meticulous, washing sweat and bodily fluids in the meanwhile. Widowmaker used a separate stall in the meanwhile and was done before Reaper who took an extra moment to take a breath and clear her thoughts under the shower.

When she exited the stall, she noticed really quickly that her clothes were gone and Widowmaker was nowhere to be seen in the room

“LACROIX! Where are my clothes!?” Reaper’s high pitched voice roared from the bathroom.

“Oh shush girl, just get ready, I got your new outfit to meet my Beloved here.” Widowmaker spoke back softly from the outside. Reaper just rolled her eyes and sighed, stepping before a mirror and drying her hair, combing them and getting her braids sorted, redoing them.

Reaper then left the bathroom and looked around the infirmary, her clothes nowhere in sight. Scanning left to right, her sight stopped on Widowmaker, who was also cleaned up and wearing her normal catsuit. What got Reaper’s attention more was what she was twirling in her hand. A small, black leather collar with a thin leash attached to it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, are you fucking stupid to think I will put this on!?” Reaper was outraged.

“Well, it's either that or I will have to give you another schooling, but this time I wont be nice. Besides, what you had with me won’t even compare to what you will experience with darling dearest.”

Reaper groaned and snatched the collar and fastened it herself on her neck, pouting and looking away from Widowmaker. She fastened on her neck, resultign in a small surge of pleasure from obeying once more, causing her to blush and she even went so far to extend her hand with the leash to Widowmaker.

“Satisfied now?” She asked snarkily and crossed her arms under her chest, propping her medium size breasts up. Still not caring enough to look at Widowmaker.

Widowmaker yanked the leash, causing Reaper to yelp a bit and put more, flailing her arms at Widow a bit. “Hey, watch it you bitch!” She shouted but started following Widowmaker.