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Clicker training was something Caitlyn had excessive experience with.
Well, not in that way.
When she was little, Caitlyn couldn't stop nagging her parents for a dog to the point it drove them absolutely mad. Every time she'd see a dog strut around on the streets, her eyes would barely keep themselves from bulging out of their sockets. She'd point and use her own puppy eyes to tempt her parents into giving in.
For months, Tobias and Cassandra refused their daughter her ultimate happiness. Until one day they were forced to sit down in their fancy seating room and made to follow a presentation of about thirty slides on why the family needed a dog.
Caitlyn, as determined as she was, made some surprisingly good points. The house needed protection from bad people, which a dog could be useful for. Dogs reduce stress — this was entirely directed at Cassandra but Caitlyn wisely decided to keep that to herself. They improve the health of the heart and make physical activity easier, that was something Tobias could use.
All of which points eventually led to the convincing of her parents. They just had a few terms and conditions.
First and foremost, the dog they'd adopt couldn't be small or lazy since it'd be deployed to guard the house — this was ultimately Caitlyn's wining point. Second, Caitlyn had to be the one walking the dog around the Kiramman grounds. And third... there was really mo third. Cassandra and Tobias were sold.
When they went to Piltover's finest animal shelter, two small Doberman Pinscher puppies had been brought in, surrendered by a family who sadly couldn't keep them. The Kirammans didn't have it in their hearts to separate the small spheres so they took them both in.
Caitlyn took caring for the two as her greatest responsibility yet. She fed them at all the right times, refreshed their water bowls, snuck them a few treats every now and then whenever her parents weren't looking and most importantly, she trained them.
The young girl was an excellent trainer. The Kirammans built an urban agility parkour in the gardens for the dogs so Caitlyn could keep them fit. However, her favourite part of training was learning them new tricks, and of course clicker training.
An old clicker gadget she found tucked away in a box in the attic brought back memories of those times in her childhood.
Caitlyn didn't have dogs any longer but Vi rather reminded her of one with her hair all fluffy and messed up at times, especially the shaved part. Vi could turn her gaze into puppy eyes so sweet Caitlyn was never able to say no to her and whenever she'd get what she wanted, it'd be like her tail was wagging back and forth.
So, Caitlyn got an idea.
She started carrying the small blue device with her wherever she went. It began unassuming with Vi performing small gestures like opening the car door of her truck for Caitlyn like she usually did.
Click.
And then...
"Thank you, darling." Caitlyn would speak sweetly, praising Vi.
After a few days, Vi would started noticing the clicking and praising and ask about it. Caitlyn would give her a quick smile and distract her from being caught but Vi would respond to her smile with a knowing look.
She knew what Caitlyn was doing and was enjoying it.
Vi would notice Caitlyn's hand disappear into the pocket of her winter coat or her fingers curl around something in her palm. All whenever Vi held a door open for her or brought her lunch to work when Caitlyn accidentally left it behind in her morning rush, when Vi bought her a bouquet of flowers as surprise or when she fixed Caitlyn's car after it broke down.
Big and small gestures became praised redundantly in all types of ways. Most of the time with soft words that made Vi's insides turn into mush, and other times with delicate touches or kisses.
Vi wasn't complaining. She would never.
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One time late at night in a bar on the outskirts of Piltover, Vi stood at the bar to order drinks while Caitlyn remaining seated with their friends and family. Jinx had been yapping Ekko and Lux's ears off about how happy she was with all the birthday presents she received.
Caitlyn's attention quickly wavered from the conversation and drifted over to a woman standing a little too close to Vi, pressing her pushed-up cleavage against Vi's arm suggestively.
She was quick to leave her seat and saunter over to her lover. As she neared, Vi spoke firmly, "Sorry, I'm not interested."
Caitlyn had always been jealous in her relationship with Vi so naturally, Vi's effortless loyalty made Caitlyn's body burn hot.
It turned her on so bad, at that point Vi was just asking for a click.
Vi's eyes widened as Caitlyn slid her arms around her shoulders, tugging their bodies close together and pushed a leg between Vi's thighs. One of her hands slid up into Vi's hair and grasped. The other hovered right by Vi's ear.
Click.
Vi's pupils dilated at the sound as her brain caught what the meaning of it was. Her gaze became glazed over and drunken like Caitlyn was all she could see, all she could want, need, crave—
Caitlyn had to turn her attention to the skank flirting with her wife to stop herself from ravishing Vi right then and there.
"Who might this be, darling?" Caitlyn's voice dipped low. The question was directed at Vi but her gaze, sharp as knives, didn't waver from the woman.
Vi on the other hand wasn't paying any attention to the woman at all. Her eyes were fixated on Caitlyn's side profile, studying her wife intensely like she was a goddess.
A goddess to be worshipped.
Vi spoke before the woman could introduce herself. "Nobody. She was just about to leave."
Click.
Right answer.
Vi's hands found Caitlyn's waist, her fingers dug into her sides, bunching up the material of her dress. Her breath became ragged like she was panting.
Caitlyn's perfectly good puppy.
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During lunch on a random Saturday noon with Sevika, Mel and Lest, Caitlyn had accidentally pressed the button of the clicker in the pocket of her pants during light conversation. Vi's head had whipped around so hard the bad muscle in her right shoulder popped loudly and Caitlyn had to massage the cramping pangs of pain away.
Sevika's smirk as she threw her arm around Mel and Lest's teasing smile as she squeezed Sevika's leg made it clear everyone at the table had indeed heard the clicker and knew exactly what it meant.
Caitlyn felt her face heat up but Vi didn't have a grain of shame in her body as she beamed at her wife.
That did it for Caitlyn.
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Since she was finally sure Vi subconsciously and consciously understood the meaning of the clicker, Caitlyn tried using it for the use she ultimately intended.
She'd ordered Vi to her knees, leaving her to look up with desperate eyes as Caitlyn sat on the edge of their bed, legs spread. Vi's hands were tied behind her back, restricting her in the most torturous of ways.
Caitlyn sat before her, almost entirely underdressed, leaving just Vi's favourite pair of lace underwear on. The panties that made her mouth water and the bralette which held Cait's breasts so nicely. Her hair hung over her shoulders, framing her face beautifully.
Vi scooted forward on her knees, wanting to bring her face closer to Caitlyn's skin so she could finally taste her. To sink her teeth into Caitlyn's skin and leave marks that would bruise for days. But Caitlyn stopped her, foot pressed firmly against Vi's taped chest.
The woman tutted. "That's not the way this goes Vi. You know that."
Vi let out a breath of pure desperation. She nodded her head up and down, like she'd realised the mistake of her greed, like she'd do anything to just make Caitlyn praise her.
"Fuck, Cupcake. Please— I need you. I- I need to touch you."
Caitlyn's hand tightened on her clicker.
Click
The sound tugged a soft mewl from Vi's lips. Her body doubled over as she looked up at Caitlyn, her eyes pleading for more approval.
A small smile appeared on Caitlyn's lips.
Vi had learned. And she'd been an excellent student.
"Hmm. Take these off."
Vi tugged at the rope restraining her arms behind her back. The rugged texture dug into the skin around her breasts and shoulders, but she made do with what she had. Her head dipped down, teeth biting into the band of Caitlyn's underwear. Vi retreated, pulling Caitlyn's panties clean off and discarding them somewhere next to her on the floor.
Click.
So obedient.
Vi's body shuddered. A fresh wave of pleasure ran down her neck and back, straight to her thighs that burned from the position she was sitting in. An uncomfortably dark patch had formed on her grey boxers right where a bulge was more than noticable. Some of her pink locks clung to her forehead with sweat.
"Go on. Get to work." Caitlyn's voice was stern but a certain playfulness gleamed in the blue of her eyes.
Vi surged forward, devouring Caitlyn's pussy as soon as her tongue touched her lips. In that moment Vi knew. She'd never get tired of it. Of eating Caitlyn out like her life depended on it. Of making her cum until her legs turned to jelly and she couldn't walk properly the morning after. Of doing all Caitlyn wanted her to do. Of—
Vi twirled her tongue around Caitlyn's clit in a certain way.
Click.
That's it. Right there.
The unspoken praise boosted Vi's confidence. Caitlyn saw it in the way she held filthy eye-contact as she was fucked. The way Vi's tongue became explorative, running through Caitlyn's lips, dipping into her hole only to pull out again.
Caitlyn wasn't going to give up the upper hand. Her fingers slid through Vi's pink locks and tugged. Her lower body ground onto Vi's lips as she held her in place to use her.
Vi's cockiness completely drained out of her as her desperation returned. Her pleas were muffled by Caitlyn's pussy grinding down on her mouth, spreading her wetness all over Vi's lower face. Her neck and chest turned red from the effort of tugging on her restraints in a futile attempt to escape them.
Caitlyn released Vi, letting her explore. Only when she found the right spots that made Caitlyn's body tingle, Vi would get a click. This made the pink-haired woman double her efforts to find the exact spots to make Caitlyn keen.
Vi licked a long stripe up her lips.
Click.
Fuck. Yes.
Caitlyn broke their eye contact once she felt Vi could press all the right buttons on her own. Her body fell back on the mattress, wiggling, back arching and chasing her high.
Vi's tongue dipped inside.
Click.
Yes, yes Vi!
Caitlyn's legs started tightening on Vi's head, her hand sliding back into her hair to hold her in place.
Click.
Good boy. You're going to make me cum.
Vi gave everything she had to make Caitlyn tumble over the edge. And so she did. Although it felt more like shooting her off a cliff. Caitlyn's body shook as that familiar pressure washed over her. Her muscles strained. Her head was thrown back and her legs tightly locked Vi in place, whose sore tongue was still working wonders.
Vi's eyebrows were knitted together tightly. "Yes— thank you, thank you. I love your cum." She mumbled into Caitlyn's wetness as she nuzzled her nose against her, cum dripping off her chin and wetting her chest.
Those words immediately recharged Caitlyn who didn't let herself recover before she freed Vi from her imposed confines and begged— no, ordered to fuck her again.
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Vi's hips had always been powerful. So had her hands. Caitlyn was reminded of those facts every time Vi's hipbones smacked against her ass and she was dragged on and off her hard cock by her waist, caught in strong hands.
For a moment, none of them spoke. Caitlyn's soft mindless mumbles and whimpers along with Vi's groans of exertion rang around the room. Vi's hips slid her cock into Caitlyn's hole up until the hilt before pulling back out with a loud squelch every single time. Her hips continued to smack against Caitlyn's ass deliciously.
Every time Vi hit the right spot, Caitlyn's loud moans would be accompanied by a—
Click.
You're so good at fucking me Vi.
Caitlyn stopped Vi for a moment to turn herself around so she laid spread out on her back, baring herself wholly to her wife. "Fuck me, Violet."
Vi, obedient as ever, knew exactly what Caitlyn wanted and pulled Caitlyn's legs over her shoulders and pushed her body forward, bending Caitlyn as far as she would go.
She slid back into Caitlyn with ease, dick lubricated by her absolutely soaked pussy. "Fuck, baby. I'm not gonna last long like this."
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at her wife and wiggled the clicker device in her hand to catch Vi's attention. "Don't go feral now darling or you won't get rewarded."
Vi huffed in acceptance and started to set a energetic pace, eager to please her wife as much as she possibly could all the while trying not to cum with every stroke she made.
Frustrated at holding back the building feeling at the base of her cock, Vi made a particular deep thrust that made Caitlyn's body jolt.
Click.
That's the spot!
Vi let out a high-pitched whine. "Am I making you feel good, baby?"
Caitlyn's lidded eyes stared up at Vi's red face. She reached out a hand and softly ran her fingers up Vi's cheek. "You're doing so good for me, darling. Just a little longer."
Vi leaned into her touch and did her best to not let it mess up her rhythm. Her abs and legs had started burning long ago but making her wife feel good always took priority. She repositioned her hands, placing them on either side of Caitlyn, letting some of her body weight rest on top of her.
Caitlyn seemed to like this. Her hands tangled into Vi's hair, keeping it out of her face as she was fucked into the mattress.
The new position enforced Caitlyn's pleasure. Vi kelt hitting her unimaginably deep. Her hand clenched around the clicker, finger sliding over the button again and again, every time Vi hit that spot that felt just right.
Click.
Yes, darling. Keep going.
Click.
I'm so close!
Click.
Fuck! Vi!
Vi kept her pace, strong body barely stuttering as Caitlyn's walls clenched around her, orgasm washing over her. The tightness around her cock became too much and with a string of all kinds of curses, Vi released her spurts of cum deep inside Caitlyn. Their bodies twitched together with every slowly subsiding wave of pleasure that washed over them.
"Fuck, baby. You were so good." When Vi pulled out, she was barely awake anymore. Caitlyn had drained her figuratively and literally. She rolled off her wife and closed her eyes for a moment.
That was until Caitlyn was straddling her waist and sliding her wet lips up and down against Vi's softening cock.
Vi's eyes shot open.
"Are you ready for round three, love?"
Vi didn't hesitate for a second.
She knew which answer Caitlyn wanted to hear.
"Fuck yes." Vi grinned.
Caitlyn smirked down at her.
Click.
"Right answer."