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Are you sure Makoto won't mind? -Ann
I'm sure. Mako-chan wants both of you to be happy. If she wasn't so busy at the police academy, she'd love to be here to demonstrate it herself. -Haru
I appreciate it! Hopefully this won't be too awkward for you. -Ann
I doubt it will be. I'm rather looking forward to it, actually. -Haru
Me too. A lot, honestly. Is that weird? -Ann
Not at all. You'll get to see a whole new side of yourself. And so will I. -Haru
Assuming this won't be a disaster, you mean. -Ann
Trust me, Ann. I think I know you pretty well by now, and I can say with confidence that you'll do great. -Haru
Futaba really likes that kind of stuff, huh? I wouldn't have guessed. -Makoto
She does, as it turns out. Ann is finding it kind of difficult to be a domme, however. -Haru
And you're really going to let her practice on you, huh? -Makoto
You said it was fine, Mako-chan. Of course, if you're having second thoughts, I can always cancel. -Haru
No, that's not it. I'm just having trouble imagining you submitting like that. Whenever we're together, you're always the one dominating me. -Makoto
That's because we both prefer it that way, right? But I'm perfectly capable of demonstrating how a submissive should act. Mostly because you've done such a fantastic job of showing me. -Haru
Well, when you put it that way, I understand completely. Could you ask Ann to take a few pictures? Because I really want to see this for myself. -Makoto
Certainly. I love you, Mako-chan. -Haru
I love you too, Haru. -Makoto
Haru knelt on the carpeted floor of Ann's bedroom, appreciating the unusual sensation of having butterflies in her stomach. The fluffy-haired heiress was completely naked in front of her friend. From her sitting position on the bed, Ann was looking at her in an interested fashion, which made Haru squirm slightly. In particular, Ann was gazing at Haru's bare breasts, her phone held loosely in her hand.
"I knew it. You're about as big as I am. Futaba doesn't think so, though. Mind if I send the picture to her, too?" Ann asked with a hopeful air, readying her phone to take a picture.
Haru hesitated for a moment before nodding. She wasn't exactly enthused at the idea of even more of her friends seeing her naked, but Futaba had consented to letting Ann and Haru practice together. If she wanted a picture or two as recompense, then that was understandable. Haru smiled warmly as Ann took the picture, the tiny shutter sound letting Haru know that her nude form had been recorded for future posterity.
"Now to send it to Makoto and Futaba. Hmm hmm. That should...oh. Oops." Ann mumbled after a moment, sounding chagrined.
"W-What is it?" Haru asked worriedly, the sensation of butterflies in her stomach ramping up.
“Uh, nothing. It’s nothing.” Ann said in an overly casual tone, a sunny smile appearing on her face.
Haru thought she recognized that tone of voice: it was Ann’s patented “acting” voice. Haru had a bad feeling about what might have happened, but she didn’t want to press the issue. Besides, if Ann had made a mistake, she could just delete it quickly before anyone saw. At least, Haru hoped that was the case...
A (possible) minor misstep like that wasn’t enough to ruin Haru’s mood, thankfully. The novelty of the situation was undeniably refreshing. Haru couldn't remember the last time she had been in such a vulnerable position. Though she regularly subjected her girlfriend Makoto to this kind of thing, having the shoe be on the other foot was an eye-opening experience.
"Thanks again for doing this. Futaba really wants me to domme her, but it's been so awkward every time I try." Ann explained ruefully, setting her phone down on the bed beside her.
Ann Takamaki had changed out of her workday uniform and into a casual, but still trendy outfit. The tall, blonde model wore a crimson halter top, black short-shorts, and some dark, daringly high heels. Haru had always been a touch jealous that Ann could throw together a sexy outfit in mere moments, while she herself always had to spend so much time putting together her own look.
Of course, the sophisticated clothing that Haru had worn was now in a neat pile on the other side of Ann's bedroom. It had been Haru's idea. Having to do this whole thing naked while Ann was fully dressed would help accentuate the current power difference between them. The whole idea had been to increase Ann's confidence, but surprisingly, it seemed to have had more of an effect on Haru herself. Haru's nipples were rock hard, and only the fact that her legs were tightly closed was keeping Ann (and their respective girlfriends) from realizing just how excited Haru was.
"You just need more experience, Ann-chan. Perhaps now would be a good time to try the collar and leash?" Haru prompted in a gentle tone, glancing over at the nightstand.
"Ooo, good idea. I swung by the pet store and picked up a new tag, actually." Ann remarked brightly, heading over to her nightstand.
"You did?" Haru asked curiously, her eyes following Ann's beautiful form.
"Yep. I used their tag-printing machine to make one for you. I thought it would be fun." Ann explained mischievously, picking up the red collar and matching leash.
Ann walked over to Haru and held out the collar in front of her. Haru looked at the shining silver tag that hung from the collar and blushed as soon as she read it. Clearly embossed on the metallic tag was the word "Fluffy". Beneath the name were the smaller letters "If found, please return to her owner" followed by what Haru recognized was Ann's cellphone number.
Haru's breath quickened at the sight. She couldn't help but squirm restlessly, her entire body heating up. Haru had been prepared to wear a collar, but she hadn't expected Ann to produce a customized name tag. Haru hadn't known that pet play was a kink of hers (and if she had, Haru would have assumed it would be as the owner), but she couldn't argue with her body's reaction. The idea of being Ann's pet was volcanically hot to her.
"Yes, very fun, Ann-chan." Haru said weakly, swallowing after she spoke.
"The salesgirl asked me if I wanted to bring Fluffy in to have her microchipped. I said I'd think about it." Ann said with a giggle, her eyebrows rising.
Although Haru was doing her best to hide just how turned on she was by the proceedings, she wasn't entirely successful. Haru's incredibly hard nipples had already given the game away. If that wasn't proof enough, Haru's traitorous pussy was dripping so badly that despite her tightly closed legs, a tiny trickle of wetness managed to seep out from between them.
Ann grinned in a knowing fashion at Haru before bending down to attach the collar. With how primed her body was, the feel of Ann's delicate fingers at her neck was electrifying to Haru. After only a few seconds, Ann had successfully attached the collar, pulling it tightly, but not too tightly, around Haru's neck. The shining silver tag rested against Haru's throat, making her humiliating status clear. Haru let out a very soft moan that Ann nevertheless heard, judging from how her smile widened.
Haru could only watch as Ann attached the leash to one end of the collar before winding the other end around her wrist. Ann's grin turned a touch sadistic as she pulled the leash gently in her direction, forcing Haru to shuffle forward an inch or two on her knees, illustrating to them both just who was in charge here.
"Alright then. Any more ideas?" Ann asked innocently.
Haru thought for a moment before answering. She had plenty of ideas, many of which ran through her head in a delirious rush. But she needed to get a grip on herself. Haru was doing this to help out Ann, not to plumb her own hidden submissive side. Ann was making great progress at the art of being a domme, at least so far. But Haru knew that as fun as it was to be in control, it took practice to become comfortable with seeming to hurt and humiliate a cherished partner. Even if the domme knew perfectly well that her partner loved it. Ann's innate kindness would be a stumbling block in her relationship with Futaba if Haru didn't help her to move past it here.
"May I ask what specifically makes things awkward when you two do this?" Haru asked in a prim tone, her natural politeness even more apparent than usual with the vulnerable position she was in.
"Well, she likes it when I call her names. Not mean ones, exactly, more like degrading ones. It's kind of hard for me." Ann explained slowly, reaching up to scratch the back of her neck with her free hand.
"Really? You had no problem coming up with a degrading name for me." Haru pointed out lightly.
"That was just a joke. Besides, it's more of a vocal thing. I don't have any problem telling her that stuff in a text." Ann returned, shaking her head slightly.
"Well, maybe we should practice that. You can call me whatever you want." Haru suggested in a similarly light tone, though the effect was spoiled by the blush on her cheeks.
"Like what, Fluffy?" Ann asked, a teasing note returning to her voice.
It was only with a heroic effort that Haru managed to keep her arms still. The urge to touch herself was that strong. Ann was acting as if Fluffy was indeed Haru’s name. Why did she find the prospect of being Ann's pet so very hot? Haru very much wanted to know. For a moment, her altruistic desire to focus on helping Ann's relationship with Futaba warred with her own desire to explore her newly submissive feelings. The answer, as shameful as it was, came to her soon afterward.
Haru opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The sheer embarrassment she felt at the moment was too much for her. Instead, it was all Haru could do to look away from Ann’s amused gaze, her cheeks blooming scarlet.
The air in the room shifted, just like that. Ann's eyebrows rose for a moment, and then a wicked smile appeared on her face. Ann had to know, just as Haru did, that the situation was quickly moving beyond a simple demonstration between friends. But if Ann had any problem with that, she didn't show it in her actions.
"Alright then, Fluffy. Raise those paws. Like you're a dog begging for a treat." Ann ordered coolly, her voice gaining a silky edge.
Haru hastened to obey, her heart racing. She raised her arms until her downturned hands were on either side of her head. Haru had seen enough images of a dog on her hind legs with her paws up to know that she was doing a very good approximation of that. Ann giggled and turned to pick her phone up from the bed once more. With one hand on the leash and the other busy readying her phone to take a picture, Ann looked delighted with the way matters were progressing.
"Good girl. Now smile for the camera, Fluffy." Ann ordered in a sing-song voice, raising her phone.
Haru smiled once more as Ann took a picture of her humiliating pose. Her nipples were as ridiculously hard as ever. But at least with her legs tightly together, Haru could hide how embarrassingly wet she was. Her friend nodded, seemingly pleased with the way it turned out. However, as the seconds ticked by, Ann tilted her head in a considering fashion, then nodded to herself.
"Let's take another one, Fluffy. With your tongue out, like you're panting. And I want you to spread your legs a little bit, too." Ann bade with a commanding air, sounding as if she was completely certain that Haru would obey.
Sure enough, Haru did. She was distantly aware that she was beginning to slip into the mental state of "sub-space". Haru had seen Makoto enter it many times, where her domme's will would be melded to her own, and the act of obeying even the smallest commands brought considerable pleasure. Haru had never experienced it for herself before. But as she looked up into Ann's bright blue eyes and was immediately arrested by the other woman's gaze, she felt the distinct sensation of her own will being temporarily subsumed into Ann's own.
Haru did as she was told, extending her tongue until it lolled out cutely over her bottom lip. She then spread her legs enough to expose her embarrassingly slick inner thighs. Although Haru couldn't see it for herself, she knew her clit was poking out clearly. All of that, and Haru hadn't so much as brushed her pussy with a finger. It was a reminder (as if Haru needed it) of how powerfully exciting this kind of play could be.
Ann's eyes widened as she glanced down at Haru's slick pussy. A smile that looked more like a smirk appeared on her lips, and Ann wasted no time before snapping another picture. Haru shook with a pleasurable sense of humiliation, her cheeks blooming scarlet. Had she really just let Ann capture her image like that? Haru would never live it down, and that thought alone caused her to moan with sheer excitement.
"There's no need to be so embarrassed, Fluffy. It's perfectly normal for a female dog to be in heat, right?" Ann asked archly, giggling once more.
"I...that's..." Haru whispered as she struggled to respond, her half-hearted attempts to regain even the smallest amount of her dignity faltering under Ann's friendly, though undeniably domineering gaze.
"Yes? Speak up." Ann instructed coolly, pulling the leash in her hand taut.
Haru's collar was pulled tightly against her neck, but not so much that she was forced to move. Haru couldn't help but be impressed: with one easy motion, Ann had reminded Haru that she was leashed and collared, and that she had better act appropriately. That simple reminder of her current status was enough to cause Haru to abandon her reflexive desire to maintain a certain amount of control for herself. If Haru wanted to truly experience what being a submissive was like, she needed to wholly embrace her desires for what they were.
"May...may I please touch myself?" Haru weakly asked her friend, or domme, or perhaps owner (Haru was far too turned on to know one way or the other) in a tone that was far closer to begging than requesting.
Ann laughed out loud, sounding genuinely amused by how fully Haru was submitting to her. If so, Haru was glad. She had been on the other side of this kind of thing often enough to know how intoxicating it was when another woman willingly submitted to her will. Seeing Makoto begging for release was always a thrill for her, and now Haru was in the position of having provided Ann with that selfsame thrill.
"Since you asked so nicely, sure. But stay on your knees. And do it slowly." Ann ordered languidly, loosening her grip on Haru's leash.
Haru didn't let a moment go to waste before she began touching herself under Ann's gaze. Her neglected pussy welcomed the feel of her hand, but she wanted more. Partly because Haru had become used to availing herself of Makoto's skilled and eager tongue, and partly because of Ann's order to do it "slowly". Haru had interpreted that to mean that she should rub herself at a sedate pace, and even in her primed state, it was slow going.
Minutes passed in a haze of not-quite-satisfactory pleasure for Haru. Mindful of her orders, Haru refrained from rubbing her pussy too fast. Instead, she had to content herself with pinching her aching nipples with her other hand. Somewhat concerningly, the rhythmic sound of Ann taking pictures had stopped. Haru reluctantly returned her attention to her friend, and saw that Ann was still holding the camera up to her. And yet...she wasn’t taking any pictures.
Haru blinked rapidly. Her body had heated up in sheer excitement, though her conscious mind was slow to realize why. Was Ann...recording her on video? Haru let out a quiet gasp at the idea. She hadn’t given Ann permission to do that, if in fact that’s what she was doing. But Haru couldn’t bring herself to object. She was too turned on, and besides, confronting someone who wielded the level of power Ann currently had over her was a difficult proposition. It was so much easier to stay silent and simply try to take what enjoyment she could out of it. The thought that her girlfriend, not to mention Futaba, might see video evidence of Haru's degrading masturbation act nudged her closer to orgasm, though not nearly quickly enough for Haru's taste.
"You can cum whenever you want, Fluffy. But keep your tongue out like it was before." Ann ordered coolly, appearing quite entertained by what she was seeing.
Haru, fully immersed in sub-space as she was, automatically heeded the words of her owner. She opened her mouth and extended her pink tongue, letting it rest on her bottom lip. But this time, Haru's lengthy masturbatory efforts meant that she had to breathe harder than before. Soon enough, Haru found herself panting just as a dog might, completing the degrading portrait Ann wished to paint of her.
Helplessly masturbating under the gaze of her friend-turned-owner (unsparing camera in hand), Haru came dizzyingly hard. It may have taken a while to attain, but the force with which Haru's orgasm crashed through her body was frighteningly powerful. She had never been particularly loud (that was her girlfriend's thing), but Haru couldn't help but let out a series of exquisitely sensual moans, her vision obscured by continual white starbursts.
Eventually, Haru came down from her overwhelming climax. Besides the fact that she was still on her knees on the bedroom floor, Haru discovered two things quickly, neither of which she had consciously done: Haru was hugging herself tightly, as if by doing so she could keep herself together amidst the torrent of sensation she had experienced. The second thing was that Haru had managed to keep her tongue out the whole time, just as Ann had told her. It seemed her subconscious was just as obedient as Haru's conscious mind was. Even now, Haru did not think to retract her tongue, not having heard any instructions to do so.
That was the first orgasm she had ever experienced as a submissive, and if she was being honest, it had blown away pretty much every orgasm Haru could remember, most of which she had received while Haru was busy acting the role of the domme. If the payoff to taking the submissive role was this intense, then Haru needed to re-evaluate her preferences...
"Well, that was really something. I'd ask if you enjoyed yourself, but I'm pretty sure what the answer is." Ann said teasingly, regarding Haru with clear fondness.
Haru couldn't really have answered anyway. She furrowed her eyebrows at Ann slightly, trying to communicate the problem. Ann cocked her head (never having been quickest on the uptake, Haru thought privately), before understanding dawned on her face.
"You don't have to keep your tongue out anymore. Besides, I've got everything I need right here." Ann bade teasingly, shaking her phone slightly for emphasis.
Haru retracted her rather dry tongue gratefully, working some extra moisture into her mouth. She gazed at the phone in her friend's hand, feeling equal parts aroused and apprehensive. Haru had in no way given permission for Ann to record her. It wasn’t as if Haru hated the idea, in fact, she was very much turned on by it. But the fact remained that Haru hadn’t allowed Ann to do that.
Haru couldn't bring herself to speak up, however. She had been humbled rather considerably in the last hour (maybe for good, but probably just temporarily), and voicing any concerns she might have to the woman who was even now holding her leash was...difficult, to say the least. Ann was her domme, and Haru felt a keen desire to please her, the same as any submissive would.
Inwardly, Haru realized she had made a bit of a mistake. She should have explained beforehand to Ann that a good domme looked carefully for any sign of true reluctance or hesitation from her sub, and to be proactive about any such issues in case her sub was too inhibited to bring it up herself. Unfortunately, Haru had been too excited by the proceedings to put much thought into such dry concepts.
"I think I've got the hang of the whole degradation thing, Fluffy. Thanks for the help." Ann said with a wink, continuing to use Haru's pet name.
"Y-You're welcome, Ann-sama." Haru replied shakily, feeling a definite twinge in what she would have thought was her well-satisfied pussy.
Ann grinned at the sudden increase in respect she had received from Haru. She didn’t seem surprised or put out by it, however. Instead, she simply nodded, as if she had expected nothing less from someone she had accepted as a sub. Haru, for her part, hadn’t realized how different her view of Ann was until she had spoken.
"But I still have a couple of things to work through. Are you up for more?" Ann asked her, a clear hopeful note in her voice.
If Haru had asked that question of Makoto, she would have made sure to keep any hint of personal preference out of her voice. A submissive's feelings were easily swayed by what she thought her domme might want, and so it was here. Haru wanted to continue, but she honestly couldn't tell whether those feelings were her own, or whether she was allowing Ann's clear preference to make up her mind for her.
"Yes, Ann-sama. Very much so." Haru replied in a helpless fashion, resigning herself for the long, long evening ahead.
“Good. Not now, though. I feel like taking a bath.” Ann said in a suddenly disinterested tone.
Haru blinked in surprise. There she was, naked and obviously eager for whatever her domme might have in mind, but instead, Ann was going to take a bath? Ann looked around her room for a moment, then her eyes alighted on one of her bed posts. Haru watched, stunned, as Ann unwinded the leash on her wrist only to tie it loosely to the bed post instead.
“Don’t go anywhere, Fluffy.” Ann said coolly, winking at Haru.
Just like that, Ann walked out of the room. Haru could barely believe what she had seen. Not only was Ann continuing to use her pet name even outside of clear “play” situations, but she had treated Haru as if she truly was a dog. Evidently, Ann believed her way of lazily tying off her sub’s leash was enough to ensure that Haru would remain rooted to the spot.
And to Haru’s considerable embarrassment, Ann was right. As easy as Haru knew it theoretically was to stand up and untie her leash from the bed, in practice it was impossible. Like the dog Ann seemingly considered her to be, Haru knew she would wait patiently for her owner to return, however long that might take.
Haru hung her head ruefully, aware that she herself was as much to blame for this situation as Ann was. She had indeed erred in not first teaching Ann how to be a responsible domme. When Haru had gained some time and distance away from her friend, then (perhaps) they could straighten matters out. But not as long as she was subjected to Ann’s domineering presence. Even with the blonde woman out of the room, Haru felt as bound by her will just as surely as if Ann was still holding her leash.