Michelle woke with a start. She had been enjoying such a lovely dream. A beautiful field, flowers, a clear sky. The pangs of pleasure between her legs had accented her wonderful slumber at first, but they persisted in gently pulling her from her contented sleep. She wanted to squirm, to move around, rub her eyes.... But as her eyes opened, she was met only with a soft darkness and the sensation of a silky sleep mask covering her eyes. When she tried to move, she found her wrists confined. Soft, yet firm. The gentle tickle of faux-fur brushing against the bare flesh of her wrists with the force of sturdy leather cuffs behind it.
Her arms had been tied to her bedframe with her own favourite leather cuffs. Was this what it felt like to be Sophie? Her adorable tomboy of a girlfriend? She loved to trap the little minx just like this. It felt.... Nice. Her state of captivity was a satisfying answer to questions she often found herself asking, "Does this feel good for her?" "Is she comfortable?" "Is she enjoying this?" The answer, at least in Michelle's eyes based upon her current state where she shared a small part of the treatment her beloved pet must have been so used to, was a resounding yes.
The cuffs were everything she intended. Comfortable yet confining. Firm yet loving. The perfect pairing of helplessness and safety.
She found she could still move her legs about, but they had little freedom to do anything other than wrap around a warm body nestled between her legs. What's more, she couldn't escape the presence of a tongue gently dancing over her labia, occasionally slipping inside of her to tease her clit. She let out a flustered groan. In response a pair of arms gently wrapped around her waist and the gentle tongue lapping at her pussy redoubled it's efforts. Sophie knew she was awake.
That scoundrel. Her girlfriend was claiming her birthday present before Michelle even woke up! A day of total submission. That had been her promise to Sophie. The lovers were both switches, though Sophie inclined more towards the submissive side and Michelle to the dominant. Still, Sophie got her turns on top; though they were often fleeting and delicate. For her birthday, Michelle had promised Sophie absolute power over her.
"G-good morning birthday girl!" She managed to get out before timid moans and whimpers as Sophie lovingly teased her vagina.
As soon as she spoke, she felt her girlfriends toned body slithering up over her until a pair of lips pressed against hers, followed by a single finger being placed over her lips. Sophie's affectionate lips traced a path to her earlobe, before the tomboy gently bit down on the fleshy lobe, before whispering in her bound, trembling girlfriend's ear.
"Hush, Pet." Sophie cooed in a seductive voice that was quite new for her "You're all mine today, and I don't need you wasting the hours I have you at my mercy by stating the obvious."
Michelle was taken aback by the firmness of Sophie's words. Had a total power exchange been too much? Where had this succubus of a woman come from? All hear fears were addressed when, in a far softer tone bearing hints of concern, Sophie whispered to her once more. So quietly, as if she was afraid to 'break character.'
"You know you still have our safe word, right?"
Michelle puckered her lips eagerly, only to feel strands of her wavy face brushed aside before Sophie met her longing lips in a kiss. They spent a few moments smooching before Michelle pulled away and spoke excitedly.
"I know, d-don't worry pet! I won't need to- Ah!"
She was interrupted by a gentle swat on her thigh! Sophie was using the riding crop! It was the 'scariest' toy the lovers owned and it was always used with the utmost care and affection. No matter who was on top, Sophie and Michelle went to great lengths to ensure they weren't hurting one another. Still.... Who was this dominant creature whose arms were wrapped around her? Still Sophie, of course. Even the swat with the riding crop had amounted to mostly a light tap. Surprising and unexpected, but as gentle as she expected of her shy sweetheart of a pet.
"You're the pet today, my love." Sophie cooed, as if she were responding to both Michelle's words and thoughts "Perhaps you need something to remind you of that?"
She felt something soft and firm brushing against her neck, coiling around it.... Tightening.... The ever so soft sounds and sensations of buckles being fastened.... S-sophie had just collared her. Another one of their 'scary' toys used lovingly. It was always such cute fun, collaring Sophie and treating her like a pet... It felt strange having the faux-fur lined leather snugly fastened around her own neck...
But it felt nice. The answer to all the questions that ran through her mind whenever she had Sophie on her knees came through to her -- Yes. It's fun. You aren't scary. You aren't hurting her. Michelle let out a deeply contented purr. As if she knew exactly what her helpless girlfriend was thinking, Sophie hugged her and kissed her, whispering lovingly in her ear.
"Use your safe word if this gets too scary, okay? Promise?"
"Sophie, I love this. I'm not scared."