Rachel and Michelle had been dating for some time, and despite seeming almost polar opposites, they were very much in love.
Rachel was very much a tomboy, cutting their hair short, wearing combat boots and cargo pants, and acting very much like a punk.
Michelle was more stereotypical feminine. She grew her hair long, wore dresses and skirts, and preferred heels.
The two lovers had headed out to do some shopping and various chores, stopping for lunch at a cafe before finally getting home.
They dropped their bags in the kitchen, put their groceries away, and Rachel stretched, hands reaching for the ceiling, as Michelle wrapped her arms around them, hand slipping under their clothes to tweak Rachel's pierced nipple.
"You know what I've been thinking about all day?" she whispered into her partner's ear.
"No..." replied Rachel, "But something tells me that I'm about to find out..."
"Uh huh," moaned Michelle, "How about you go get changed into something more appropriate and meet me in the lounge, my pet?"
Rachel replied "Yes Mistress" and headed into the bedroom, while Michelle collapsed on the couch, and waited for her partner to return 10 minutes later, naked but for cuffs and a collar, they knelt on the floor in front of Michelle, with head bowed.
Michelle raised her foot and waited for Rachel to remove the shoe, before repeating it with her other foot. She then spread her legs and raised her skirt, revealing a red thong.
"Lick my cunt, pet." She ordered, "And don't you dare use your hands.
