18+ Private Culmination

[Astrid de Margolis]

Delayed gratification was one of Astrid's specialties. How long had she waited for this day to come? Weeks, maybe even months, of planning and careful weaving of the threads in her deadly web lead to this very moment. Sunny was hers, and now it was finally time for Astrid to collect her toy. Soon, it wouldn't be "Astrid" but rather Elizabeth who met her mysterious friend in the real world. Perhaps friend was too shallow. It should be lover now, shouldn't it? Elizabeth smiled indulgently to herself at that thought.

The street moved slowly past the window of her limousine as Elizabeth rested her chin in one hand and looked at the scenery. A small glass of whiskey on ice rested in her free hand, and Elizabeth took the time to sip it every once in a while. Nothing but the best for her, of course. It was a 60 year vintage that one of her many toys provided to her mostly free of charge. Why should she pay full price when a skillful tongue and a broken will would work just as well? Elizabeth's smile turned positively wicked as she took another drink as if she could taste the tears and blood of its supplier flavoring the whiskey like a fine afternote. Her driver shuddered. He truly hated when he could feel his employer's malice like a dark aura and simultaneously grateful that it was never directed his way.

Soon, Chateau Bonivant, one of the most decadent restaurants in the city, came into view. If Elizabeth was going to meet her little Terrasphere toy, she intended to make a good first impression. Besides, the staff knew her well here, and those that were wise to her usual games had the good sense to keep quiet when she played around. Her usual private room had been prepared for her, and she exchanged her glass of whiskey for a bottle of champagne on ice as the maitre d' escorted her up. As Elizabeth ascended, she adjusted her tie and shrugged her coat a bit more in place onto her shoulders. The usual suit and tie would do for such a meeting, even if it was quite a departure from Astrid's extravagant dresses.

Settling into a large C-shaped seat facing the table, Elizabeth allowed herself to get comfortable. It was no accident that she had the equivalent of a couch to herself with a single chair at the opposite end of the small table for her guest. There should be no mistaking who held the power here. While she waited, Elizabeth allowed her mind to wander, remembering all the events that had lead to this moment. How funny it had been that she could make Sunny dance so readily in the palm of her hand. She had been able to predict, to the hour, when Sunny would fall fully into her trap. Weeks of courting and gentle encouragement, building Sunny up until she gained some confidence and, more importantly, became fully enamored with Astrid. How exhausting. Sunny owed her a great deal of... excitement to make up for it all.

She remembered the fateful day when Sunny's fate had been sealed. Astrid had shown true weakness for the first time just a few days before, confessing through sobs and tears that her time in Terrasphere would soon be coming to an end. A business marriage... an old practice but one that was still plausible in this world. Once Astrid had been married off, she would be forced to bend to the whims of a man that she neither loved nor was respected by. It was a promise of a hellish life of misery and duty, one where she would never be able to see Sunny again. At least, that's what Astrid said... What a lovely lie that was. The fateful day came, Astrid's "last" on Terrasphere, and the pair walked together hand in hand through an idyllic field in East Brisshal.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it...?" Astrid said quietly back then, squeezing Sunny's hand a little tighter as they meandered toward the top of a hill just outside a simple village, "I'll miss these walks when I'm gone. They always brought... such peace to my heart." A soft hiccup... A gentle brush at the corner of one eye... Astrid had this down to a science. A sense of melancholy permeated the entire interaction, and she could easily imagine how Sunny felt without even needing to look at her.

 

[Sunny Skies]

Dawnn loved good food.

What she didn't love was getting dressed up for said food. She'd started three hours before leaving and still felt like she was rushing out the door. Today was nothing to sneeze at. She'd been invited by her lover in Terrasphere to a very real place in the real world. A very expensive real place, one should add. Even though she'd put so much labor into her appearance, from soft evening makeup including contouring to the dozen outfits and dresses she'd picked through.

She'd finally settled on a simple, black, notched neck two-layer hem dress, gold hoop earrings, big plastic sunglasses, and classy black heels.

While she drove her nice sports car to the place, she thought back to the day it all became official. It was such a pretty day, but she'd had a hard time enjoying it the past few times they'd hung out together. Sure, she did her best to maintain eye contact, be better at conversation, and had removed her mask from her outfit all for Astrid's sake, but it was difficult to be happy around someone when you knew they were potentially leaving you soon.

Unless you could get the guts to do something about it, she thought to herself.

"Yea, it is. And say, I've been thinkin' about that, Astrid. See..." She started out, nearly faltering totally at the sight of alleged tears, "I uh, well, I'm a little selfish. Maybe a lot." She swallowed hard. Could she really do this? Could she really be the hero she'd been hoping to be since joining Terrasphere? All she had to do was channel some of that brave ladykiller energy she put on in the real world, right?

She wasn't a nobody in the real world, though. Not to say that she wasn't somebody to Astrid but...this was complicated, though. A pause lingered before she continued, still doing her best to keep eye contact but looking here and there occasionally. Truly, Astrid had conditioned her to focus on her and she'd hardly noticed because of how pleasant she always was to look at.

"I can't...imagine Terrasphere without you. Questing wouldn't be the same, walks like this would become horribly sad by myself, don't you think? And what? I'm supposed to just let some guy you don't even wanna marry take that away? I can do better for you than him, Astrid. I promise you that." She said confidently. She'd certainly become a lot less of an awkward mess, especially around Astrid. She was almost impressive to watch as she danced around Astrid's palm, twirling about with a giant smile.

"You deserve better. We deserve better. I just..." She looked down finally, tears finally starting to flow a little bit, "I want to be yours. And I hope you'll be mine, Astrid de Margolis. We can even meet in real life!" She sounded excited suddenly, "I'll do anything it takes to make it happen, but what do you say?" She looked hopeful, starry and misty-eyed.

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

Astrid carefully contained her impatience. How much longer would she have to wait before Sunny took the damned hint and stepped in to save her? Wasn't this exactly what Sunny confessed to wishing she could be in the moments that Astrid managed to wring out far too much information? Sometimes, this lump of a woman's tendency to inaction could be infuriating. What Astrid wouldn't give to just turn her into a whipped dog here and now. She'd been working on subtly conditioning Sunny to give Astrid her full attention, but there was only so much she could do without punishment or her harsher methods to really crush Sunny and make her a perfect thrall.

Then, at last, Sunny seized her moment. Good girl. Internally, Astrid's malicious smile could have frozen lava. Cold satisfaction filled her being as Sunny declared her fondness for Astrid. She even sounded... possessive. Utterly amazing. Outwardly, she put on a shocked but hopeful expression as she turned to properly face Sunny. "My darling... R-really? Me? I had no idea you had such feelings," she murmured, allowing her tears to join Sunny's. Of all her lies, this was the most egregious by far. It would take a true moron to miss the way Sunny clung to her like a puppy begging for approval. Perfect. All of it was perfect.

"I... Of course, Sunny! I'd love nothing more than to be yours!" She cried openly, all but sobbing at this point. "I'm so happy... Please tell me this isn't a dream. Promise me. Promise me that we'll be together forever," she urged, stepping closer to Sunny until they were practically chest to chest. Now, for the most crucial part of all. Make it her idea, her actions. Complete the trap. Astrid tipped her head back slightly and parted her lips invitingly as tears streamed from her beautiful blue eyes down her porcelain cheeks. Be the princess and let the "hero" claim the first kiss. Sunny's fate would be all but sealed if she made this final and fatal mistake...

Elizabeth snapped out of the memory, so utterly aroused by her own wickedness that she'd bitten her lower lip and begun to rub herself through the crotch of her pants. Ah... Sometimes, she truly outdid herself. Sunny took the bait, of course, as Astrid knew she would. Her "betrothed" had been so "angry," and the weeping and clinging for comfort that followed truly cemented Sunny as the hero of Astrid's story, or so she thought. Now, it was at last time for them to meet in real life and for the noose, or perhaps the collar, to close around Sunny's neck. Elizabeth wondered what such a pathetic little girl looked like in real life. Surely someone so sad and worthless couldn't even come close to the tall, buxom assassin that she played in game. Perhaps a mousy little college student with a board for a chest and acne pockmarking her face, or a fat nobody that hid in her room all day. Trust fund brats came in all shapes and sizes. It was very fortunate for Sunny that physical appearance wasn't the attractive part of Elizabeth's toys.

 

[Sunny Skies]

Not seeing the danger prevalent in such a symbolic action, Sunny took the bait and planted the kiss deeply onto her new lover. She felt elated in that moment, heroic and proud to have won such a marvelous, outstanding woman. That was how it felt for her in her naivete.

Dawnn, for her part, was excited to finally meet someone who could properly put her in her place. People in the real world saw her as the ladykiller, the domme, the inevitable top of every relationship she'd ever been in. Only Astrid had ever seen what she really was.

Arriving at the restaurant, she let valet take her vehicle and followed a hostess to a private room. Then, time slowed as she walked in, pit forming in her stomach as she saw Elizabeth Smith.

Panic gripped her as she froze for a moment, unsure of what to even do in the face of such a revelation. Was this all an elaborate trap? Was this some joke? She swallowed hard, sweating, seeing the solitary chair and not picking up on the symbolism held in it. She wanted to sit next to Elizabeth moments ago, but now it felt more proper to sit across from her. That way she could look at her like she knew she wanted. But could she? Could she do this at all?

She'd come too far.

It was difficult, but she put a brave face on and smirked, as if she should have known, "Never in a million years could I have expected you." She offered, sitting down and clearing her throat, suddenly very aware of her hands and seemingly unsure of what to do with them, "To think, we could have been having all this fun all along." She tried to lighten it up, heart beating quickly as she worriedly thought about what this all meant. What was this going to do with her position as a sponsored skater?

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

The door opened, and it took every last bit of Elizabeth's willpower to keep the polite smile on her face as Dawnn David walked through the door. Her? She was the person behind Sunny, the pitiful, nervous wreck of a woman that could barely even speak when they first met? It was incredibly difficult to reconcile the Sunny she knew with Dawnn, the confident and daring professional skater whose sponsorship Elizabeth was personally in charge of overseeing. In fact, she'd just finished greenlighting a series of billboard ads for Dawnn's personally endorsed brand of shoes. To say they had a close working relationship was putting it mildly.

Frankly, it was an astonishing contrast. The Dawnn she knew had been more than willing to throw a few comments her way, utterly fearless to the fact that Elizabeth stood more than a few tiers of authority above her. She tolerated the barely concealed compliments on her figure and subtle flirting Dawnn engaged in even if it irritated her to be talked down to. After all, she was such a valuable monetary asset that simply dropping her for perceived workplace harassment, if it could even remotely be called that, would put Elizabeth in a very difficult position. Perhaps she came off as submissive in the workplace simply because of her refusal to engage. Such an act had served her well in her rising of the corporate ladder to eradicate competition who failed to perceive her as a threat. Would Dawnn be so bold as to try her little quips now?

It surprised Elizabeth to see the skater in such formal attire. She didn't even know Dawnn owned a dress, much less one as beautiful as this. When she wasn't wearing oversized shirts or those ludicrous cargo pants that skaters enjoyed so much, she was actually quite attractive. A little too slender compared to her avatar, but nothing that Elizabeth couldn't work with. A new toy and a way to rein in one of her most unruly clients? Perhaps fate was kinder than she thought. As shock faded, utter glee took its place. There was so much to work with here.

The look in Elizabeth's eyes was paradoxically both welcoming and cold. She crossed her legs and rested one elbow on her knee before placing her chin in her hand, staring unblinkingly at Dawnn. "Quiet," she ordered, cutting across Dawnn's attempts to lighten the mood. Her voice was silky but with a clear firmness to it. Elizabeth continued to smile, but there was something dangerous about it now. "And take off those sunglasses. I expect to be able to see your eyes clearly. I know I've told you that before, my dear." With cold calculation, she sprinkled in one of Astrid's many terms of endearment into the conversation, confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt for Dawnn that it truly was her lover that sat across from her.

Elizabeth simply watched, allowing an uncomfortably long silence to settle between them. She didn't even move, statue-like as she held Dawnn's gaze. Then, at last, she tilted her head slightly and gently tapped her cheek. "So, the great and talented Dawnn David, skating prodigy, is the young lady behind Sunny Skies. The world certainly is full of surprises," she murmured with a giggle that could only be Astrid's, "Well, staring awkwardly is no way to greet your lover, is it? Come here." Elizabeth sat up straight and parted her lips once more, beckoning with a finger as she expected Dawnn to make the move of leaning across the table and kissing her.

 

[Sunny Skies]

Thinking she was being cute, she was a little shut down and stomped out of her lightness when she was commanded to be quiet. She was quick to obey in taking off the glasses, though, thinking that it was an order from her superior rather than her lover. Either way, they both knew she was the bottom here, now. There was no getting around it. She had been told that before, but thought she'd looked so good in them that it would be permissible. Lesson learned.

"Sorry."

She wasn't sure how to obey the second command, but figured it was open ended enough that she could get away with her initial thought. She swallowed hard again, clearing her throat quickly with a soft smile as she approached, hoping that the air could lighten again with her calling them lovers.

"Yes, ma'am~" She said a little teasingly, still trying to cope with the stress of the situation.

Sitting on Astrid's side, she scooted next to her and went in for a deep kiss with the shorter woman, hoping that this wasn't a trap of some kind.

If only she knew.

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

Liz's smile broadened ever so slightly as Dawnn was quick to follow her commands, taking off the sunglasses and setting them aside. "Good girl. I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you," she murmured, letting honeyed lies fall easily from her lips. Dawnn looked uncomfortable. That was good. Liz needed to pull the atmosphere between loving and hostile to keep her new toy at ease. There was no better way to turn a pet's mind to mush than to take away any sense of consistent familiarity and comfort. Placing Dawnn in such a stressful position would leave her grasping desperately for a source of psychological relief, something that could only be found in Liz's approval. At least, that was the plan.

Dawnn still had some spunk to her, though whether that was out of some attempt to salvage the situation or not was up for debate. Her situation had become far more precarious now that her lover turned out to be one of her biggest sources of income. With something akin to the snap of her fingers, Liz could put Dawnn in a dark place, crushing her dream career as a skater as easily as crushing a bug beneath her feet. That had to be terrifying on top of whatever else she was surely thinking about in this situation.

Still, Dawnn obeyed Liz's commands, taking a seat next to her without complaint. The executive accepted the kiss, even allowing Dawnn to deepen the gesture, but she was quick to seize control, sliding her tongue gently into Dawnn's mouth and exploring passionately. She had to admit that even though Dawnn was little more than an uncouth wolf for her to break, Liz enjoyed kissing her. Their positions were unacceptable, however. Liz's hands rose up and placed themselves on Dawnn's shoulders, the surprising strength of a well-trained martial artist showing itself despite Liz's petite frame. She pushed until Dawnn was forced to uncomfortably bend herself to be below Liz and, after having her suffer this awkward position for a second or two, allowed her a reprieve by pushing her down to the comfortable seat beneath her onto her back. Liz continued to explore Dawnn and subtly rubbed her chest against the skater's sighing warm breath into her mouth.

After a few more seconds of intense kissing, she pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths. Despite the passion behind it all, Liz's eyes remained impassive. There wasn't even a blush on her cheeks. "That was... passable," she said, sounding almost bored as she wiped her mouth like it had a bad taste to it, "I'll expect much better than that from you from now on." Sitting back, she allowed Dawnn to sit up and nodded to the solitary chair across from her. "You're far too presumptuous to think that a performance like that has earned you a place next to me. You will sit there for this meal. Understand?"

Warmth and cold. Give and take. It was a game Liz played to perfection. "I am very grateful to you for loving me and for saving me from that horrible marriage. It makes me very happy to meet you in person, darling, even if our respective identities have made things more complicated than even I could have foreseen. Your dinner is at my expense tonight. Please help yourself. This is one of the finest restaurants in the city after all. Perhaps a nice steak dinner to remind you of your father?" Liz chuckled gently into the back of a hand. She ordered a three course meal of salad, lobster, and a small chocolate cake for dessert. As she carefully and daintily sampled her food, she kept her intense gaze on Dawnn the whole time, silently pressuring her to start conversation. Where were her little flirty comments now...?

 

[Sunny Skies]

"Good girl. I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you,"

And with that, Dawnn was weak. Praise and words they hadn't shared before. Her breath was caught in her chest and she was a little fuzzy in her mind, stress and pleasure from the words getting the best of her. She was wet, well on her way to soaking through her boyshorts if this kept up.

She squirmed through the kiss, trying to get comfortable as she was being pushed against, conforming to her will and bending uncomfortably for a moment before getting to relax more into it. By then, it was over, and all her energy had been spent trying to figure out what was happening rather than focusing on the kiss. The efforts showed in how Liz looked at her. Passable? Her heart dropped. All she could do was nod in response, looking away. The way she was commanded to sit across from her. It read as mean in nature but...it felt good?

Was this what being submissive was really like? Craving alleged mistreatment from others? To be treated as inferior in some way? The way she was slick with her own juices as she squirmed, looking like a kicked puppy as she took the seat she'd been assigned. It may as well have been a place on the floor with a dog bowl to an onlooker, she thought, the way she was feeling inside.

"I'll have whatever you're having. Maybe I can expand my palate a little bit."

And she enjoyed it. The salad was good, the lobster was fantastic, and the dessert was exquisite. A symphony of flavors and sauces that complimented each other, especially when paired with wine.

What to say, now, though?

"What made you want to play Astrid?"

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

Dawnn looked thrown off by the barrage of confusing and overwhelming information thrown at her, just as Liz had hoped. She barely had a chance to properly enjoy the kiss before Liz found her lacking and exiled her to the plain chair with an entire table of distance between them. The executive observed Dawnn carefully, noticing that she didn't protest in the least, showing none of the attitude that made her so famous in the skating world. What an interesting and drastic change. She still couldn't quite believe that this supposed nervous girl that had to be dragged into confidence was actually Dawnn.

Liz couldn't entirely know what effect she had on Dawnn, but she could guess. The way the girl wriggled like a worm and rubbed her legs together in her seat betrayed what was going on beneath her dress. Really, Liz half-expected a wet spot to start forming on the fabric. Despite the stress and pressure Liz had been applying, Dawnn clearly enjoyed this far too much. She'd been right to pick this girl as her new toy. It was already paying in unexpected dividends.

Like the pathetic follower she was in Terrasphere, Dawnn ordered exactly what Liz did. There were worse things than sharing Liz's exquisite taste, she supposed. Even if she was going to be little more than a pet to satisfy Liz's needs, that didn't mean she'd be starved like a dog. Liz demanded the finer things in life and any pet of hers would receive the same, though obviously never as much as Liz herself.

She continued her piercing stare in silence, waiting for Dawnn to converse as Liz had trained her. The question she finally posed was disappointing. That was the best she could come up with? Sighing internally, Liz humored her, pausing her eating to laugh quietly. "Why not? Even a high class woman like me likes to indulge in a bit of fantasy now and then. Strutting about as a regal mage with all manner of magic and witchcraft at my fingertips has its own appeal. Terrasphere's realism is also an unexpected surprise. I ended up enjoying far more than I thought."

Leaning forward a bit, she glowered at Dawnn, seeming taller than the woman despite the very clear difference in their heights. "And what about you, Miss David? Sunny is quite a dramatic departure from what I know of you. What was it you said to me the other day...? That you wouldn't mind more meetings if you knew that I would be there? It's hard to reconcile someone so brazen with the shy girl who could barely look me in the eyes."

Her gaze turned a bit harder as her foot found Dawnn's beneath the table and tapped it a little harder than was really necessary. "Not to mention that Terrasphere is an illegal game. How am I meant to handle the scandal if one of our most profitable clients is arrested for clandestine activities?" she asked pointedly. It wasn't the actual playing of Terrasphere that bothered her since that could easily be covered up with some skillful manipulation. The withholding of that fact from those who controlled her paychecks, and most importantly from Liz of all people, was what pushed it towards being an unforgivable sin.

 

[Sunny Skies]

Dawnn nodded along to the explanation of why she chose to be a mage in Terrasphere. It certainly did fit her, and she felt like she was almost more fit for that appearance than this one, though she would never say that out loud. Obviously, though, they had to have agreed, since that was Liz's taste. When the question turned back on her, she squirmed inwardly a little more, not prepared for this eventuality.

"Something something, the grass is always greener, I guess? I don't know." She shrugged, trying to hide in a plate of food that was already finished and failing. Realizing this, she grabbed at her napkin and dabbed at her mouth before clearing her throat. "She's just uhh, well, I saw a cool character in a show and I tried to be her, but I didn't realize what umm...putting on a mask, would do for me. So I kind of grew into her with...well, this, being the final result. Whether it be you or anyone else; though now that we're here I can hardly imagine anyone else on the other side of this table."

The kick brought her out of her thoughts and she yelped a little. Oh yea, that was true. She looked like a kicked puppy, "Heyyyuh! I'm a skater! I'm supposed to rebel and stuff." While trying to be indignant, she did a good job of pouting, making a show of crossing her arms and all.

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

Liz's amusement stood out plainly on her face as she smiled with just a hint of condescension across the table. Dawnn David, the skater girl that captivated audiences all across America, even the world, thought that she needed to put on a mask to be a "cool character"? How fascinating. Could it be that Sunny's nervousness and utter lack of grace was what Miss David really thought of herself? It certainly stood in stark contrast to the confidence she swaggered about with in her daily life. Liz herself had been on the receiving end of more than a few flirty comments by this very same woman. She had considered it an irritating but necessary eccentricity, but now she could see it for what it truly was. Bravado.

Giggling softly, Liz tapped the table and synthesized all of this information. "Very good. I think I'd have been quite insulted if you didn't think I resembled Astrid in at least some way," she said in such a way that it was difficult to tell if it was a joke or the honest truth. There was no need for Dawnn to know what happened to those that dared to provoke her after all. More than a few destitute men and women, descended to the depths of poverty and disgrace, knew that all too well. She could save that little revelation for later. The time to break her new toy would come soon enough, but for now, she might as well savor the games they played.

Still, her rebellious little pet needed some warning that she'd acted out of line. A soft kick, unfathomably generous by Liz's standards, provoked a yelp and a whining complaint out of her client. Liz's expression held a strange mixture of amusement and irritation, perfectly blended behind a placid half-smile. Her cold eyes took on a slight dullness as the first hints of displeasure tainted her poised disposition. "Are you a child now? To think that a full grown adult would sulk with crossed arms like a brat getting scolded... Maybe I misjudged you."

She stood up and moved around the table until she stood over Dawnn, capturing the woman's chin and tilting her head to look Liz in the eyes once more. "You are supposed to rebel, it's true. Against society. Against the shackles of a stigma against skaters. Not against the one who holds your paychecks. More importantly, not against me. Never against me. Do you understand? You're free to throw a tantrum for as long as you want about it, but you will obey me. That much is nonnegotiable." Liz narrowed her eyes and gave Dawnn a smile that could freeze lava. In the same instant, her hand moved to Dawnn's cheek and stroked it tenderly.

"Now then... I don't want us to fight. Through a stroke of incredible luck, we've learned that the person we spent so much time growing to love in Terrasphere was closer than we thought. Isn't that something to celebrate? And I must say, you're beautiful dressed like that. It's astonishing that I never saw it before." Liz traced a finger down Dawnn's cheek, along her chin, and slowly to her throat, pausing where she could feel the girl's pulse faintly beneath her fingertip. "I look forward to us getting to know each other much more closely. I'd love to find out more about my sweet, shy Sunny hiding behind that bad girl facade."

 

[Sunny Skies]

Dawnn looked sheepish, like she was being talked to like a child by a grown-up who knew much better than her. She could only nod, swallowing hard in agreement that anyone would be a fool to not see similarities in Liz and Astrid. What she thought was cute, however, in putting on a show of being scolded after that, turned out to be worthy of words that put another pit in her stomach. Her cheeks turned red and she straightened herself up, only for Liz to approach and stand over her.

Even though she was the taller one, she suddenly felt small under her presence, her eyes captivated by the beautiful, cold eyes of the dominating woman before her. Not just before her. All over her. Nearly suffocating in an intoxicating way. Fittingly, she nearly couldn't breathe.

The words bored into her ears and mind with intensity that shook her will. Never had Astrid said such things or been this way when they'd shared special moments together, but she wasn't necessarily complaining. There were fantasies Dawnn had that she'd never shared with anyone, yet somehow it looked like they were maybe going to become true. She didn't say anything in return. It was nonnegotiable, after all.

Still feeling her hand on her cheek, then at her throat after her chin, the red in her cheeks only deepened. There was a look in her eyes like she was finally seeing something she'd been missing for the first time in years. Someone else to take control where she felt there was none. Someone to put her in her place where she could feel relaxed, like she was taken care of.

With that realization setting in, something changed, a switch flipped, a smile suddenly appeared like a model looking a camera in the lens.

"Of course. Whatever you want~ Whaddya wanna know?" Uncrossing and crossing her legs again, she folded her hands in her lap, not shying away from the woman only movements away from choking her.

This was certainly turning out to be quite the night.

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

Liz's scolding seemed to straighten Dawnn out in a very literal sense as the blond sat up and blushed. Perhaps she really was a child. Liz could have guessed as much from her reaction as "Sunny" to much of what she had to say. That soft, submissive attitude... It was a marvel how different two sides of a person could be, yet the fact that Dawnn was Sunny in a place where no cameras or onlookers could watch made Liz wonder if that was the truth. There was a certain gratification to breaking the will of a strong woman, but she wouldn't say no to easy prey either.

Standing over Dawnn with every subtle signal in the world to show that she was the one in control stirred Liz's cold heart like little else could. Suddenly, Dawnn wasn't the only one feeling "bothered," but unlike the transparent little skater girl, Liz had some degree of composure. The trailing finger on Dawnn's face was like a ripple on a lake drawing fish to the surface as more and more crimson colored the helpless blond's cheeks. That was how it should be. The perfect face for Liz's pet. How she wished she could leash the girl and have her way right then and there. She'd been playing so nicely at being patient and kind as "Astrid" that her self-control had finally begun to wear thin.

But no. Astrid was grace and a gentle hand, a warm presence to reassure and guide her struggling friend Sunny. It was already clear beyond reason that Liz was far from motherly, but she couldn't immediately start breaking Dawnn in. Such a jarring change of pace might very well drive her away. In her younger, more impatient days, Liz had certainly made that mistake before. The fact that Dawnn still smiled and looked almost like a doll waiting to be posed was encouraging but far from a guarantee. Liz did find the sudden shift in demeanor intriguing though. Was Dawnn more into this than she expected?

She slid her finger delicate over Dawnn's windpipe, marveling at how much vulnerability the girl was willing to offer to a woman that she'd only met in real life a single time and turned out to be far different from her expectations. Still, that was enough tempting fate as Liz drew her hand back and picked up her glass of wine, taking a long sip as she pondered. "Hmm..." Her free hand went to the back of Dawnn's head, gently seizing a handful of her full blond locks. She tugged a little, forcing Dawnn's head back with the sting of pulled hair, yet lifted tenderly in the same instant, pressing a wine-scented kiss to the skater's lips. Liz sighed into the gesture and used her other hand to slowly run a finger down Dawnn's spine, massaging and tickling in the same instant.

When she pulled back, Liz whispered a soft question, her warm breath against Dawnn's lips. "Are you disappointed in how this all turned out? I must be awfully dull compared to Madam Astrid, the lady magician of Terrasphere," she said with just a hint of teasing, taking the hand at Dawnn's back and using it to grab one of the skater girl's, placing it at Liz's hip. If only Dawnn knew what a luxury this was, getting to feel something that only a small percentage of Liz's toys were allowed. Leaning a bit closer, she continued to whisper.

"And where do you see this night going from here?"

 

[Sunny Skies]

Dawnn was captivated in a very literal sense of the word, eyes locked to Liz's, breath caught in her chest, until she kissed her and she practically melted. It was so sweet, the mix of wine and her scent, the feel of her soft lips on her own.

This woman that she'd fallen for in Terrasphere was so much more than she'd expected to ever deserve. The way she took charge of the situation, demanded obedience, it was intoxicating for someone like Dawnn who had never gotten to actually experience it before.

"Are you disappointed in how this all turned out? I must be awfully dull compared to Madam Astrid, the lady magician of Terrasphere,"

"Not at all. You're...I've never believed myself worthy of finding someone I love like I love you." She whispered, like they were having a sacred conversation, a small prayer to the goddess before her, "I see myself going back to your home, if you'll allow it, and...well..." She blushed, the sentence finishing itself with the way she blushed deeply again.

 

[Astrid de Margolis]

Liz studied Dawnn carefully for her reactions to all of this. She had put the skater through quite a turbulent series of events after all. Her boss and one of the people who almost directly signed her paychecks had been her secret lover in Terrasphere. The demure and dainty Lady Astrid gave way to Liz's particular brand of unrelenting obedience. In the span of two hours, she already laid hands in a rougher and more dominant way than Astrid had over the course of months. Liz expected some resistance, even if it was just to question if her fiance sob story was even real. Breaking toys usually took some work after all.

Instead, Dawnn wasn't disappointed, angry, or even confused. She whispered back with words filled with love. Misguided love, yes, but love nonetheless. Liz's expression didn't change, but she couldn't help but feel a hint of confusion in the deepest part of her psyche. Was there really someone so malleable in this world? Perhaps Dawnn would be a more amusing and longer lasting toy than Liz could have hoped. For now, Dawnn hinted, with a shyness that was completely at odds with her usual confident, even crude, persona that she wished to come back to Liz's home and... enjoy themselves.

Liz's smile was sweet, but it didn't reach her eyes as she gave Dawnn's hair a slightly harder little tug and brought her mouth even closer until her breath could tickle Dawnn's ear. "I like your vision of the future, my darling. Let's make it so, shall we?" Her tongue slid out and slowly ran from Dawnn's ear lobe up along the shell of her ear and ending in a soft nip. She giggled with some of Astrid's grace and took Dawnn's hand, guiding her to her feet and leaving the private room. It went without saying that everything would be paid for, and Liz barely even paid the waitstaff any mind as she brought her new toy to a waiting limo outside.

The trip to the gated community where Liz kept her estate was best described as pleasantly tense. Liz shared many more kisses and soft touches with Dawnn, building up anticipation without allowing any of that tension to be truly released. There was no point in spending all the mood on banal making out in the car after all. Feathery light touches sought out Dawnn's body, ghosting over her chest and tickling between her legs. It was all to leave Dawnn in a perfect place to be needy and aroused, the ideal playmate for a lovely night. Naturally, Liz gently discouraged any such attempts to reciprocate by Dawnn. None of her toys, even one as delicious as Dawnn, was allowed to so easily lay hands on their mistress.

For a woman of Liz's status, her estate was surprisingly subdued, a simple three story affair spanning little less than half the estate of her neighbors. Still, her high class taste was obvious from the moment they entered from the perfectly maintained wood flooring to the paintings that hung on the walls. Her staff had made themselves scarce at Liz's request, yet there was still a maid waiting to take Dawnn's belongings. Though Dawnn stood far taller than Liz, that mattered little as Liz captured her chin once more and forced her to bend over until their eyes met at an equal level.

"Welcome to my home, little dear. This is a very special privilege, so I hope you will treat it with the respect it deserves. I have two simple rules while you are in my home. There will be no shoes on my clean floor and, more importantly... You must never go into the basement, or you will be harshly punished. Have I made myself clear?" Liz's eyes turned cold and harsh for just that moment as she gave Dawnn her grave warning. Then, it passed and the soft smile was back as she kissed the skater once again. Liz had to admit that the taste of Dawnn's lips was quite pleasant compared to most. An unexpected and lovely benefit.

"You will go upstairs and wait for me. Shirley will show you to my room. I expect you to be fully prepared by the time I arrive," she commanded as she undid her tie and stretched her neck, assuming obedience rather than asking for it. The maid nodded and bowed to Dawnn, "Please follow me, madam," she said softly, gesturing towards the staircase with one hand. If Dawnn allowed, they went up to the third floor together, entering Liz's room, a luxurious affair with silk sheets on a king size bed, a wardrobe filled to bursting with various suits and ties, and an attached bathroom that was practically the size of a studio apartment. There was a distinct theme of red and black with a black carpet, scarlet sheets, and soft red curtains on the windows. Shirley went into the bathroom for a moment and came out with a fluffy white robe. "The mistress requests that you undress, including your undergarments. Change into this robe and kneel here to wait for her," she explained, gesturing to a spot on the floor. The maid bowed again, a hint of a troubled look in her eyes as she turned away. "I... hope you will have a pleasant night," she said, truly hoping for the best as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.