Submissively

Rose flushed; oh god, this couldn't be happening. First she'd been stripped naked, now she was restrained and as good as on display. Mortifying was too mild a word.

Then the Doctor pulled out his sonic. Instinctively Rose took a step back.

"It's just a lock," the Doctor said. "I should be able to..."

Something in Rose's mind prickled. It was like the opposite of a fog; something that swelled and crept through her thoughts, but where it went things seemed... clearer.

She shuffled back, still blushing. The Doctor faltered.

"N-no," Rose squeaked.

"I just want to undo the cuffs," he said. "I thought you wanted- you seemed embarrassed."

"It's humiliating!" Rose said, voice high. "But it's- It's not up to me."

The Doctor frowned. Then, after a moment he glanced to the door the local dominatrix had walked through, and then at the castle, and then hit himself.

"Genre, of course," he muttered. "The two aren't... incompatible, permanent nudity becoming part of an S&M story..." his tone shifted, now speaking to Rose rather than himself. "Rose. You're still Rose, you still want all the same things, you still have the same memories, you're still you even in this genre."

"I know who I am," Rose said.

"Right," Doctor said. "And you want to go home."

"Of course!" Rose said.

"Which you can't do if you're stuck..." the Doctor gestured at her.

Rose looked down, cheeks heating up further at the reminder of her nudity. She wriggled awkwardly.

"I know," Rose said. "Oh god, trust me Doctor, you don't need to remind me."

"Then you can let me undo those-"

"No!" Rose protested. "I'm meant to wear them. Even if it is embarrassing. And..."

Her voice trailed off, cheeks flaming. The Doctor hesitated.

"S&M," the Doctor muttered. Then, awkwardly; "So, uh, if I were to order you to let me take those cuffs off..."

Rose shook her head quickly. "Doctor, no! I don't- You're not like that. You've always been... You acted like an equal, even with all you are. I always loved that."

He paused.

"But if..." the Doctor said slowly. "If I found someone you would listen to, and who told you to take those cuffs off, to go to the control hub of the Land of Fiction and manage to get dressed again, would you?"

"Of course," Rose said. "If that's what my top wanted."

"Ok," the Doctor said slowly. "Still Rose. Just more..." he cleared his throat. "Right. Well. Timey wimey and all that, doesn't matter how long it takes I'll figure something out and get you to the TARDIS in no time. Just wait right there, ok?"

Rose nodded, still flushed.

It was hard to exactly describe what she felt. It was not unlike the first time she'd become fictional; she stayed the same, just... altered, unable to get dressed to her eternal embarrassment.

This felt similar. Nothing in her had changed, everything still felt the same. She wanted to get dressed, oh god did she want that, she wanted to cover herself, she just knew that obedience superceded her wants.

No matter how much it made her cheeks burn.

She took a nervous step forwards, as the Doctor vanished around the corner. Now for somehow not being seen. She panicked slightly, looking around-

"So, uh, Rose Tyler?"

And half-screamed at the voice suddenly behind her. Flushing furiously she turned around, well aware that she was just exchanging baring her ass and bound wrists, for exposing a full-frontal view.

There was another woman, dressed in far more conventional clothes than the leather Rose had seen around there.

"Um, yes?" said the blushing Rose.

The woman paused for a moment, unable to help staring. Rose whimpered.

"Who are you?" Rose said.

"Clara Oswald," the woman said, still not looking at Rose's face. "Huh. Ok. Definitely in my top three trips."

"Wh-what?" Rose said.

"The Doctor was reading a book," Clara said. "Then I walked in, and he immediately sat up, announced that I was bossy enough, and sent me here to, well, look for you. Was a teensy bit worried he'd gone mad. And not entirely sure whether that was a compliment. But honestly I think I can let it slide."

"B-bossy?" Rose echoed. She flushed again.

"Apparently you need someone to tell you what to do," Clara said, suddenly more confident. She pulled out something with a blue glowing tip that was not dissimilar to the Doctor's sonic; "I'm pretty good at that. Turn around and let me undo those restraints."

It wasn't like talking to the Doctor. Clara was...

Well, honestly, she seemed a natural. The Doctor could bark orders but, especially around people he cared about, he always seemed a bit guilty doing so. Clara meanwhile seemed to find it easy.

Rose was still flushed when she turned back around. A buzz from the sonic, combined with the Land of Fiction itself recognising Rose's obedience, undid the cuffs.

Relieved, Rose turned back around, hurriedly crossing her arms over her chest as though Clara hadn't just been ogling her tits. After a moment she remembered to hide her pussy too.

Clara, meanwhile, still eyed her.

"We should be going," Clara said slowly. She didn't move. "So... you're really going to do whatever I say?"

"I- I think you're my domme," Rose said. "If you want to be. I..."

"So if I asked you to drop your arms to your side rather than cover up, would you?" Clara said thoughtfully.

"Y-yes," Rose flushed. "D-do you want me to?"

"You'd be fine with it?" Clara said.

"I-it'd be humiliating," Rose said. "Exposing myself. I don't... But doing what you say's more important."

Clara cocked her head; like the Doctor said then. She was still whoever she'd been, and Clara still didn't entirely understand the technobabble, but even if her wants hadn't changed, her obedience had.

Huh. A worse person could take advantage of this.

"You should keep the collar on," Clara said after a moment. "Anyway, follow me! This apparently leads us out of here."

She lifted up some updated version of the Doctor's scanner for navigating the land. Bright red, Rose followed the new woman.