Author's Note:
Hey everyone! I'm sorry it's been a month since there has been an update, work really picked up and kicked my ass in February. However, now that it's March, time to continue the adventures of Sam, Anna, Laura, and Maggie as they explore the worlds of kink, BDSM, toilet play, and extreme fetish.
There will also be a few 3D renders coming from these four chapters, so once the story goes live, expect to see a few pictures showing up in the art section of my profile, including the first render that includes extreme fetish!
With that said, enjoy these nearly 16,000 words, and publishing should get back to two chapters every 1.5 weeks schedule unless i get buried under another mountain of work.
-TV284
Chapter 21
"God
damn
you are hot," Sam stated in appreciation for the gorgeous woman standing in front of her. As expected, Anna's cheeks turned a rosy pink and she glanced down at her booted toes with a cute smile.
She was standing in front of the couch where the punk was sitting, in the outfit that the two had worked together to pick over the past few hours. She was wearing her thigh boots, of course, with tight leather hotpants that looked to be threatening to tear apart because her hips and ass were larger than Sam's by a fair bit. She wore a bustier/half-corset combo, with red leather cups and shiny black leather otherwise, that left her entire midriff exposed. For when they got to Laura's place, she had a pair of opera-length deerskin leather gloves to slip on, from the punk's extensive collection.
What had had Sam smiling lustfully, however, was her makeup. Instead of the slightly heavy eyeshadow and ruby red lipstick, this time she had smoked eyeshadow pulled to the very edge of her eyelids then faded off. Her lips were a glistening deep maroon, and her face was gently brushed with foundation, a masterfully done look by Sam. She had also pulled her hair back into a high ponytail that flared out as it went down her back.
"W-well..." Anna finally started. She walked around the small coffee table, heels striking loudly on the concrete floor, then leaned down, planting a gentle but extremely passionate kiss on Sam's lips. "Well, y-you don't look half b-bad yourself."
The punk grinned at that.
She was wearing her best lace up PVC boots, her own leather hotpants, a very tight pvc corset with a kind-of shirt attached to the top of it that smashed her breasts together. Finishing it off was an unzipped leather jacket, shiny and very expensive looking, despite Sam reassuring her girlfriend that the jacket she had gifted her a week ago was worth much more.
Like Anna, she also had a pair of opera length gloves, but hers were PVC instead of leather. She had shocked her girlfriend as well by going back to her Goth days and, complimenting her pale skin, she had black shining lipstick on, as well as solidly black eyeshadow and eyeliner that was sharply cut at the edges of her eyelids.
"Not sure if that's a compliment or a comparison," Sam joked as she stood up, wrapping her arms around Anna's waist and pulling her close. "Either is fine, but I know for a fact that Laura is going to
shit herself
when she sees you."
"I hope n-not," the geeky beauty grinned mischievously, chuckling lightly. "I'm the one that's supposed t-t-to shit on her!"
Sam took Anna's face in both hands and looked deeply into those bottomless pools of emerald emotion, searching for any sign of the chaos and darkness that had caused so much worry just a few days ago.
"You sure you're up for this so soon?" she asked, true concern in her voice. "I didn't ask you before setting this up, and that's a big no-no with me. I should have asked for your consen-"
A finger to her lips stopped her mid-sentence, and she saw the smile full of emotion on the brunette's face, with no trace of sadness or worry. Anna stroked Sam's cheek a moment later, then pulled her in for another deep, long kiss.
"Saturday was a b-bad day, yes," Anna acknowledged quietly. "I still have... flashes of d-doubts and memories, of the pain I w-w-went through. But," she kissed Sam gently again, "I have an amazing girlfriend that has g-g-given me the strength to work on myself, and I have. The m-m-memories are still there, but as I s-said on Sunday, they no longer d-define who or what I am."
She took a step back, taking both of Sam's hands into her own.
"I'm really n-new to this side of things," she said, suddenly seeming a little shy after such a forceful statement of strength. "I'm... n-nervous. I don't know if I will sound dominant and commanding, or like a ch-cheap whore trying to play dress-up."
"Well, I can allay one of those things right now," Sam grinned, shaking her head and stroking that ungodly smooth cheek of the geeky girl. "Those gloves are
not
cheap. Leather fetishist sub of mine back in Kentucky bought them for me. They're Fratelli Orisini, handmade in Italy. They're worth about twice as much as your boots alone."
"Jesus," Anna whispered, picking the gloves up off the coffee table, running them through her hands. "Je
sus
," she repeated as the soft leather set the hairs on the back of her neck on end it, it was so smooth and supple.
"No, just obedient leather subs."
Giving her a sarcastic look, Anna then grinned and slapped Sam's cheek. Gently enough it didn't leave a mark, but hard enough that it tugged a small feral smile from the punk.
She's really starting to understand the whole kink thing, as much as she protests
, Sam thought with an inward smirk.