Jen had said she was going to be back in a few minutes.
Sadie strained against the ropes, but they were still just as secure as they’d been a moment before. The blindfold around her eyes was overlarge, almost covering her nose, and none of the red light in Jen’s room made it through. Sadie could feel herself drooling around the gag in her mouth. Kneeling at the foot of the bed the way she was, she couldn’t help it.
It felt like it had been at least twenty minutes, but with no way to check, Sadie was left to wonder. She’d tried to count the seconds, originally, but her mind wandered quickly.
Earlier in the week, Sadie had asked what she could do for Jen that they hadn’t tried yet. The shorter woman had said nothing for a long time, staring across the table with her dark eyes, resting the backs of her knuckles against her lips.
All she’d ended up telling Sadie was that she wanted to make her look even prettier than usual, and asked if she trusted Jen.
Sadie had agreed.
Earlier that morning, Jen had made her breakfast and asked her if she was ready to be a good pet. To be made prettier like she had asked. She’d asked Sadie again if she trusted her, and again, Sadie said yes.
She still couldn’t bring herself to regret doing so, even now.
The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. Jen had tied her up before, but she’d never left for longer than what it took to get water or a desired toy mid-scene.
The apartment was still.
Sadie tried the restraints again, and whimpered when she tugged the clamps on her nipples too hard. They were chained to a ring secured to the floor between her knees. She’d watched Jen secure every piece of bondage holding her down before she’d slipped the blindfold over her face and patted her head. Sadie knew just what she looked like, and just how little room there was to move.
Keys rattled in the lock at the front door.
Sadie moaned around the gag, and tried to settle herself in some presentable way. Her wrists were cuffed to the collar around her neck, and her legs were wrapped so she had to kneel. There wasn’t really a way to be presentable when trussed up like this, but that had been the point, hadn’t it?
“It’s right in here.” Jen’s voice came from the living room.
Sadie’s heart rate picked up. Jen had said she was just going to get coffee to make Sadie wait, not that she’d gone to meet anyone.
The hinges on the bedroom door made no sound, but Sadie could hear the floorboards creak under the weight of two sets of footsteps.
“Aw, you’re right! It does look cute like this.”
Sadie didn’t recognize the voice, but it was husky and feminine.
“It’s very well-trained.” A warm hand patted Sadie’s head, and she leaned into the touch without thinking. Jen’s thumb brushed against her cheekbone the way she’d done hundreds of times before.
More hands touched her, larger and colder than her lover’s. Sadie felt goosebumps raise on her skin as fingers caressed her, tugged the chain attached to her chest, ran over the criss-crossing ropes around her thighs. She couldn’t truly feel the eyes on her, but the scratching of nails down the insides of her legs, back up along her stomach, and around the outside of her breasts certainly let her know where this woman was looking.
“Here, pet.” Sadie felt Jen’s hands lift first one of her knees, then the other, setting her back down. She was resting on something soft now. “Is that going to be comfortable for a while longer?”
Sadie nodded, then keened at the way it tugged at her chest.
Jen ignored her whimpers. “Good, then you can stay quiet.”
There was rustling as Jen and the other woman climbed onto the bed, and the soft noises of kisses and clothes being removed.
Sadie sat as patiently as she could, knowing for now she was decoration, and tried not to think about the drool and slick collecting on the blanket below her. She’d been Jen’s pet for a while, but she’d never treated her quite like this before, and shame and arousal pooled in her gut. Her clit was hard under her, the only thing Jen had left free.
There was a gasp above her from that unfamiliar voice, and Jen’s warm and dangerous laugh.
Sadie thought she could guess at what some of the sounds were: there was the gasp Jen made when her neck was kissed, or perhaps when hands touched her chest. She could hear bitten-off moans, words of praise and degradation from Jen and pleading from the other woman, then the unmistakable sound of gagging on Jen’s strap.
Sadie failed to stop herself from whining at the memory of being used similarly. The noises stopped for a moment.
“What did I tell you, little toy?” Jen’s voice was sharp, and Sadie tried to breathe in as slowly and quietly as possible. The silence after was painful in Sadie’s ears, seconds stretching and tearing like old elastic. Finally, Jen began to use the other woman’s mouth again.
The gagging turned to choked-off moaning, and ended abruptly with the sound of another slap.
“Here,” her lover said in a low tone, and Sadie felt the floor sink slightly behind her, then in front of her. “I brought you here for something specific.”
She could hear Jen spit onto something, maybe her hand, and the woman who wasn’t Jen began gasping rhythmically.
The gasping became muffled, presumably by Jen’s palm, and Sadie shuddered with the effort of not making a sound.
The previous day, Jen had held Sadie in front of a mirror, backed up against her lover’s chest. She’d made Sadie look into her own eyes as she jerked her off, biting her shoulder as Sadie came onto the glass. Now she knew the reason: so she could imagine what she was hearing, and what was about to happen.
Sadie flinched as cum hit her cheekbones and nose, slowly dripping into her open mouth. More followed, and Sadie could do nothing but taste it.
Jen chuckled darkly, and asked, “What do you think?” The question wasn’t for Sadie.
“I certainly think it looks better now,” the other woman said in a breathless voice.
Sadie felt her clit throb and bounce, and her face grew hot.
Jen must have noticed, because Sadie heard the much more familiar sound of her lover spitting onto her face, chest, and clit. She groaned formlessly around the gag, and felt the spit and cum drip off her chin.
There was a brief pause before the other woman followed suit. Jen laughed, and Sadie felt heat fill her head and settle between her legs. All this stranger knew about Sadie was that she wanted to be degraded, and treated her accordingly. She'd been under Jen's control, sure, but she was still worth more than Sadie.
As if ripping the thoughts out of her head, the next words Sadie heard from Jen were, “Here, let’s get you cleaned up. It’ll be fine for a bit longer.”
Floorboards creaked again, then the bedroom door clicked shut.
The silence echoed in Sadie’s ears. She panted, unable to do anything but breathe in and wait.
As her breathing slowed, she heard their bathroom sink turn on, then off, and muffled giggling. There was some conversation to which she couldn’t make out the words. The bathroom door opened and closed, followed by the front door to the apartment.
For a horrible moment, Sadie thought Jen had left, too, but the bedroom door opened again.
“You did such a good job, Sadie-girl.”
Jen’s calloused fingers ran across Sadie’s cheeks to the back of her head, unbuckling the gag, then the clips securing her wrists. Sadie’s arms dropped into her lap, and Jen’s hands followed to release the chain holding her chest in place.
Sadie still couldn’t see as Jen lifted her up, laying her onto the mattress and releasing her legs. She stretched carefully, her lover’s hands rubbing circles into her thighs and calves.
Finally, Jen tugged at the knot of the blindfold, and returned Sadie’s sight.
The lights in the bedroom were still red, and Sadie could now see Jen reaching to cup her cheek.
“Come here.”
Sadie curled into her lover’s arms as she tugged the blankets over both of them. Jen made no moves to clean off Sadie’s face, just pressing her into her chest. She could still smell everything.
Jen started petting her hair, and Sadie felt the exhaustion hit her. She let herself drift off to Jen murmuring praise in her ears and scratching the back of her neck, sated in some way she wasn’t aware before she’d needed.