When Eliza first told her girlfriend Vivian that she wanted to experiment with submission and BDSM, she didn't expect to end up in a chastity belt. So when Vivian brings home another new toy for her, she has good reason to be concerned. 3k words, sensitive content rating.
Content warnings/tags include: light degradation in a consensual kink context; lesbian relationship; bratty submissive; use of a strap-on
"Oh Eliza," Vivian called as she stepped into their apartment, "I bought you something!"
Her girlfriend turned to peer suspiciously over the back of the couch. Vivian could hardly blame the poor thing; thinking back, she'd probably said the exact same thing when she brought home the chastity belt, and look how that had turned out.
Apparently, when Eliza had said "I want you to treat my pussy like you own it, Mistress", she had been thinking about being used hard and put away wet, and had never considered that Vivian would want to lock her up instead. The astounded look on her face when Vivian had explained her plan to keep Eliza in chastity full-time had been hilarious.
But deprivation was doing the little brat some good, in Vivian's opinion; and though Eliza pouted and whined and complained, she hadn't used her safe-word about it yet in the three months since the belt had gone on.
Vivian flounced into the living room and beamed at the sight of Eliza stripped down to her lingerie, exactly the way she was supposed to be dressed at home. The thin material of her lacy panties was visibly damp from where her needy pussy was leaking through her belt.
"What a good girl!" Vivian cooed. "I'm so glad you're behaving yourself today, I'd hate to have to put off playing with your new toy because you needed to be punished."
"What new toy, Mistress?" Eliza asked, eyeing the bag in Vivian's hands with trepidation. Vivian flashed her a sly grin.
"I suppose you'll have to come to the bedroom with me and find out, won't you?" She turned towards the bedroom. When Eliza didn't immediately move to follow, she called over her shoulder, "That was an order, pet."
"Yes, Mistress," Eliza said, immediately scrambling off the couch and hurrying after her.
"There you are," Vivian said when Eliza joined her in their bedroom. "Present yourself, girly."
Eliza went into position obediently: spine straight, feet spread slightly, arms behind her back. Vivian dropped the bag onto the bed, making sure it was within Eliza's line of sight--the logo from their favorite sex shop clearly visible--so that Eliza would get plenty of time to stare at the bag and wonder what was in it.
Then she walked around Eliza, doing a lazy circuit and taking her time to admire the girl's long legs and shapely shoulders. Eliza was a marathon runner, and it showed in her lean body and powerful calves.
Vivian circled around to Eliza's back, then slunk up behind her, stroking admiring fingers over her shoulders. Eliza shivered but held her position.
Vivian leaned in and murmured in her ear, "How was your day, pet?"
"Um. G-good, Mistress," Eliza said quietly, matching Vivian's low pitch.
"Just good?" Vivian asked, unsnapping the back of Eliza's bra as she spoke. Eliza inhaled, then leaned back into Vivian as Vivian guided her arms out of position so that the bra could be pulled off and dropped carelessly to the floor. When Vivian reached around and began rubbing her exposed nipples, Eliza moaned loudly.
"Mistress..."
"Ooh, poor pet. You sound so desperate. What's the matter?"
"I need to come," Eliza whined.
"Oh, I don't think you need to come. What makes you say that you need to?" Vivian asked, tweaking the girl's hardening nipples between her fingers. Eliza's thighs shuddered and she pushed her breasts forward into the stimulation.
"My pussy aches so bad..."
"Sorry, whose pussy?" Vivian asked, and Eliza bit her lip. "Who does that pussy belong to, Eliza?"
"You, Mistress. It's your pussy," Eliza whispered.
"That's right. And it doesn't need to come until I say so."
Vivian gave a final pinch that made Eliza gasp, then patted the girl on the hip and stepped around her and towards the closet. Vivian shucked her black leather jacked and hung it up, and then slipped off her circle skirt and blouse.
"Oh, did you enjoy the videos I sent you today, pet?"
Eliza just groaned in response, and Vivian smirked. She had sent Eliza two links to porn videos over the course of the day, the kind that she knew Eliza liked, of submissive women getting fucked rough. She had made sure to pick ones where the women had massive, shaking orgasms on camera.
"What was that, pet? That didn't sound like 'yes, Mistress' to me."
"Yes, Mistress," Eliza muttered, sulky. "I enjoyed watching those other girls getting to come, Mistress."