"Wake up, little gumdrop!"
Allie groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers up over her head. If she could change one thing about her girlfriend, it would be her incessant commitment to rising early. Mira was a morning person by habit, and normally she respected Allie's night owl ways, but today was different. She'd given Mira permission to wake her up early today so they could enjoy all of it together. It was her first birthday with a girlfriend after all!
She heard Mira's enchanting laugh through the heavy duvet, but she just gripped it harder. "Babe, it can't even be seven yet," Allie grumbled. Mira just grabbed the duvet in one perfectly manicured hand and yanked it off the bed. "You're right sweetie, it's six-thirty. And I've been up since four making you this lovely breakfast, so knock it off with the brat act and get up!" Allie cracked a small smile and buried her face in the pillows. "No!" She loved acting bratty around Mira. Brats only act out in search of punishment, and her Mistress loved to provide exactly that.
Allie was not disappointed. Mira sighed and set down the breakfast tray, then climbed on top of the smaller girl and pinned her down to the mattress. "Oh, I see," she hissed in Allie's ear, taking a handful of her newly-dyed red hair. "My little gumdrop doesn't want the day of pampering and freely-granted orgasms I had planned for her, does she?" Allie's cheeks burned red. She knew full well she could turn back now and plead for forgiveness, but Mistress was right. She didn't want that for her birthday, she wanted to be a captive brat in need of taming. She wanted... punishment.
She growled at Mira, who gasped in mock surprise. "Such a naughty little puppy," she cooed, yanking on Allie's hair. The smaller woman winced, then gasped as Mira locked her free hand around her neck. "Every time I give you a chance to be a good girl and earn some rewards, you just act out again! It's almost like you want to be stuck in that belt forever." Allie moaned and ground against the bed, finding the same smooth steel denying her release as usual. She hadn't touched herself in six months; whenever the chastity belt needed to come off for hygienic reasons, Mira made sure to tie her up and blindfold her so she couldn't even see what she looked like down there. To be honest, she was starting to forget.
In one swift movement, Mira rolled onto her back and pulled Allie on top of her, locking her in a chokehold and pinning her arms above her head. The redhead squeaked and tried to pull free, but she was much weaker than her Mistress. "I'm going to give you one last chance, gumdrop," Mira whispered, wrapping Allie's legs up in her own. "I'm going to release your neck in a moment, and if you tell me you're sorry and you're going to be a good little girl, you get the lovely day of relaxation I have planned for you." Her eyes narrowed, and a smirk spread across her face. "If you do anything else, however, you are in for a world of hurt. Got it?" Allie nodded, and Mira released the chokehold.
Allie gasped and coughed for a moment, then giggled and growled. "Do your worst, sweetie," she hissed.
Mira sighed theatrically. "Your funeral, gumdrop," she whispered, then reapplied the chokehold far tighter than before. Tingles erupted up and down Allie's body, and her struggles grew much more erratic and uncoordinated. Mira's grip on her arms and legs would've been hard to escape under normal circumstances, but the chokehold was quickly taking its toll. Her vision was already spotty, and her struggles turned to small twitches in her Mistress' grasp. Allie saw a gray tunnel form before her, growing tighter and narrower by the moment as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
The last thing she heard before everything went dark was Mira laughing in her ear.
***
She wasn't out long, maybe a few minutes, but plenty had changed by the time she came around.
Mira had affixed her favorite blindfold to her head, the weighted one that wouldn't go anywhere even when she struggled. Her hands were cuffed behind the chair she sat on, triple-locked into padded leather and chained to the floor. Her legs were secured to the chair as well, spread wide to keep her on display. Much to Allie's surprise, her belt was gone as well, and she felt cool air brush over her clit and folds. She shuddered, then felt Mira's fingertips running down her breasts.
"Did you have a nice nap, gumdrop?" she whispered. Allie moaned and tugged on her bonds, finding to her delight that they were inescapable.
"M Mistress... I'm sorry..." she cooed, pressing her tits into Mira's touch.
The taller woman laughed. "You're sorry?" she responded. "It's much too late for that, darling girl. But I can promise you're only going to get more sorry from here!" She pulled one of her hands away, and Allie heard the sound of a fork against a plate. "But first, breakfast. Open up!" Allie complied, not wanting to pass up a chance at her Mistress' incredible cooking, and bit down on some of the best eggs benedict she'd ever tasted. Another bite followed shortly after, this one of fresh-made pancakes covered in lemon curd and berries. Allie's sweet tooth had largely vanished during her transition, so syrup was pretty much a no-go by now, and Mira was happy to take that into account. Allie had never been with anyone so willing to accommodate and expand her boundaries with food. By the time she washed it all down with a bellini, the redheaded girl was on cloud nine.
"I hope you like it, sweetie," Mira said with a devious tint to her voice. Allie froze in her chair, a bead of sweat forming on her temple.
