A woman with a lighter complexion and waist-length hair, contrasting with the tribe's typical appearances. Her initial discomfort with nudity suggests that she comes from a more conservative background. She is resilient and adaptive, learning to navigate her new life despite cultural differences and personal reservations. While she often feels embarrassed or overwhelmed, she demonstrates strength in dealing with these challenges. Despite her resistance to fully assimilate, Lisette shows a caring side towards children and her husband. Her mixed feelings about pregnancy reveal both her anxiety about motherhood in an unfamiliar environment and her emerging affection for Gray Wolf.

The next morning, Lisette woke to sun shining through the tent seams above her. All she wanted was to sleep for a few more years until the area between her thighs stopped hurting. Groaning softly, she rolled away from the offending sun and into the soft fur under her. Her limbs curled around the body of her husband and began tracing his muscles. Lisette's hands stopped at his rump and she sighed as she napped lazily into the morning.

Her peace would be lost in the next few minutes as another young squaw came into there lodge and pulled her out of bed. Gray Wolf didn't seem shocked at all, as Turtle Dove was pulled out of bed and her skirt was handed to her. They didn't bother with the breast plate, and the young squaw ran around picking up dirty clothing and putting it in Turtle Dove's arms. The squaw dragged her out of the lodge, and down to the river.

Lisette screamed as she was dragged to the river. She kicked at the woman all while trying to keep herself covered in the sunlight. Once Lisette was released, she brushed a hand through her hair as she looked around on sore legs. "T-That's quite some nerve you've got," she grumbled as she tried to hide herself. "Is there nothing more modest that you wear. Mo-dest?" she asked as she tried covering herself. "Oh this is so frustrating. Does no one know English?!"

The woman took her own laundry and began to wash it in the stream and tried to show Turtle Dove what she was to do by example. The girl was patient and after a bit it was obvious why she had left her breast plate behind as water splashed everywhere. The other woman's breast was also naked, and completely soaked in the water from the stream.

The woman would not leave her alone and continued to try and get her to wash Gray Wolf's clothing and linens.

Lisette sighed and looked around, just to see if anyone was around. The thought of anyone seeing her nude still made her blush red as a tomato. She bent down and started scrubbing semen stains and blood stains from the clothes quickly as well as dirt and other nasty things. Her arms didn't tire at this since it was a normal chore for her back home. The thought of home and family made tears come to her eyes and made her gorge rise. She finished cleaning quickly and stood up quickly, hoping this girl would be able to lead her back without mentioning her red, watery eyes.

The girl took her back to Gray Wolf. Why Gray Wolf saw here tears, he held her for a few minutes before allowing the young squaw to take her to to hang up her clothing. Once that chore was complete they spent time grinding corn. It was after that that she was taken back, this time by Gray Wolf's mother and showed that it was her duty to bathe him using a bucket and chamois much as Gray Wolf had done for her.

The chores for the most part had done nothing but bring back the memories of Lisette's family. Her eyes and nose were no doubt puffy, red and raw by the time she was back in Gray Wolf's presence to bathe him. She smiled softly as she gently washed his skin that was so much darker than hers and gently rid his hair of unruly tangles. When she came around to his front, she was just as gentle if not more so than before. Her eyes were constantly locked on his manhood since she'd never seen one so close or for so long before. The thought itself made her blush scarlet as she continued until she finished.

Gray Wolf stood for her to dress him, and when she had completed the simple task her held her in his arms, and gently kissed her, wiping away the remnants of her tears with his fingers he looked into her eyes and said 'Gv Ge Yu' (I love and care for you). he kissed her one more time and then picking up his bow he left to go hunting.

It wasn't long after his leaving that the young squaw returned, and gently taking her by the arm led her to a common area of the camp where the women had gathered to care for the children and make corn bread, There were little ones everywhere and the women seemed to share the work of their care, including breast feeding, which was done in the open, and all worked equally on the making of the bread.

Lisette did as she was told when she was told and tried to keep her mind busy as the long day went on. The women who knew some small amount of English actually began teaching her their language since she was supposed to adapt. However, Lisette doubted she could ever adapt to seeing groups of women breast feeding one child openly. Would they expect that of her one day, she wondered in horror. Lisette kept her eyes on her hands as she worked until a child came over to her and said something rather quickly. The women explained he wanted to touch her hair.

Soon all the children were tugging, braiding and examining her waist length hair. For some reason, the women found it endearing while she found it cute but annoying. Lisette missed watching little English children wearing clothes girls were reading and playing with dolls and boys played tag while the women talked over tea and watched with their clothes on. Lisette figured she missed that most, the reading. It took her mind away, and she would most definitely love to be away from this world.

Lisette was pulled from her thoughts as a little girl sat stark naked in her lap and began brushing a dolls hair with a clam shell. It was hard not to notice it had red straw for hair like hers, and she blushed more in shock than anything else. However, the girl was pulled away because the sun was setting and everyone seemed to be preparing dinner. Lisette wondered if perhaps no one would miss her if she just slept as she slid into the tent, hoping no one was inside since it was dark.

When Lisette laid down, a man's powerful arms wrapped around her, and before she knew what had happened, her skirt was pulled off of her and he was on top of her and taking her hard and fast. He hadn't identified himself but even though he started out hard and rough, his treatment of her suddenly became gentle and then he was very loving as he finally released inside her filling her with sticky cream. He got up, and taking her with him out of the tent, he handed her the two rabbits and a goose that he had killed and expected her to cook. He stood in the doorway to their lodge, preventing her reentry even though she was naked.

Lisette screamed and kicked as hard as she could against whoever the person was even after he finished. She knew it had to be her husband because he was so attentive; she had begun to find herself aroused. When she was pushed out nude, she turned and glared harshly before stomping off and helping with dinner naked. Her eyes were focused as she cooked, and when she was told to get Gray Wolf she marched to their tent. She used his word for up and retrieved her clothing, abruptly putting it on. Today had been a roller coaster of emotions.

Gray Wolf was surprised to hear his own language on her lips, and obliged her by getting to her feet, and letting her have access to her skirt. He took her arm and guided her to the table where they sat and ate. Gray Wolf was happy with the pace of acclimation to their ways but was also unwilling to allow her to resist her acclamation in any way. Resistance always brought either punishment or humiliation, or sometimes both.

Lisette ate quietly and sat rigidly still, speaking with one or two women that knew some English only when asked specifically. They were telling her the words for some foods, asking for something and for temperatures. In return, she would tell them what words for hair, makeup and books meant and she showed them a few letters in the dirt. As the night wore on, however, Lisette's eyes grew weary and heavy all at once. Her quarrel with her husband was forgotten as she pressed her arm against his, but Lisette was stubborn enough to deny herself comfort to act upset.

When Gray Wolf was sated and ready to leave the circle, he lifted Turtle Dove from the circle and led her back to his lodge. He stripped her of her clothing and himself of his own and laid with her in his bed. He takes her slowly in long strokes. Taking from her any possibility of resistance or the false pretense that she was not overwhelmed with desire for him. He will take her again and again that evening as they lay together until they finally collapse in the arms of the other, spent in their passion, and sleep.

Lisette never really told anyone--who did she have to tell--that she kept a calendar. Every morning she went to the river to wash, she would use a sharp shell to carve a tally into a tree to keep up with time. She and Gray Wolf had been married for four months that were filled with thick, unresolved tension--but it was slowly unwinding--and intense love. Lisette was fluent in their tongue by now and had found her niche in the tribe despite trying very hard not to acclimate. There was so much she didn't know or understand, however, and it seemed her husband or was intent on informing her of it. Even her "mother", had been pointing out things about her like the fact that she always made fully covering, or "winter", clothes and teased her! She also made comments about her gaining weight. Kneeling Raven had to hold her back with a gentle hand... like Agnes.

Recently, however, Lisette had been under the weather and moody. She told everyone she thought it was an English illness called 'flu', but she was lying to them and herself. Nude under the soft fur where she slept, Lisette wiped her puffy eyes and wished her real mother was there to help since she was a midwife. Yes, Lisette did believe herself to be with child. She had missed her last two cycles, and she had many of the symptoms. Terror overcame her at the thought of having a baby without her family. But Gray Wolf was her husband; he was most definitely family. Plus he helped to create this child within her.

After dinner, she decided. Lisette would tell him she was still unwell and then after dinner she would tell him. That way they would have to forego any ceremonies that involved her nudity or her being humiliated. Relaxing, Lisette sighed and smiled, thinking about having a little clothed child running into her arms at the end of each day. She would be his only mother in an English setting, but she wasn't in such a place any longer, she thought wistfully as she awaited her husband's return.

Gray Wolf returned from hunting with a turkey and hung it by the feet for the women to clean and prepare, and went directly to his lodge to find Turtle Dove naked and waiting for him under the covers as had become their routine. He climbed into the bed with her and found her holding her belly and noticed it had a distinct roundness to it which he had not noticed before.

He spoke to her asking if she was feeling better as she had been sick much of the last several weeks, and why was she holding her stomach.

Lisette sighed and sat up, pulling the blanket with her to cover herself as he shut them in. She curled up next to him and rested his hand under hers on her stomach. The thought of a baby was a shock in good ways and bad; Lisette wanted the baby to have an English upbringing. But it would always have a loving father. Gray Wolf had been asking often if they could try harder for a child, but Lisette hadn't been ready. She feared she still wasn't.

"I'm fine," she told him in his tongue. "I'm just really weak now. It's not the flu though, it's a baby. I'm with child," Lisette clutched his arm. "And if you take me outside I'm not walking. If I do, I'll throw up all over mother," she said with a sly grin.

Gray Wolf smiled widely at the news, and returned her to the bed. You will stay here then. The women will bring you supper, but I must attend the council and will return to you when it is concluded. He kissed her warmly, and gently rubbed her belly before leaving his lodge and proudly heading to the council meeting and dinner with the news that he was to be a father.

An hour later, the young squaw, that had helped her before, entered with bowls of food and spiced oils to help with the sickness. Before she attempted to feed Turtle Dove, she pulled back the covers and he gently rubbed the oils into Turtle Dove's tender breasts. They warmed her skin, and emitted vapors that soothed her upset stomach. After a few minutes, she offered her food.

At the council meeting, Gray Wolf proudly announced that he was to be a father, and that Turtle Dove was sick as all young mothers seemed to get and could not attend dinner with him.

Lisette seemed to get a little better after eating something bland, and she also slept better because of it. When she woke, it was much later and she was still alone in bed though it wasn't unusual. She hated to admit it, but Lisette was strongly attached to Gray Wolf. Lisette was used to having his limbs tangled in amongst hers while he told her about his day or other more important things. Now they were having a baby. Lisette cringed; that meant more attention. She hated attention, especially in her constant state of half dress unless she actually managed to slip one of her dresses by Gray Wolf in the morning.

Just then Gray Wolf entered their lodge carrying a basket filled with many different things, mostly small blankets and other things for comforting a child, as well as generous supplies of soothing spices and oils used to settle an upset stomach. He looked down at her soft breasts as she lay on the bed waiting for him. "the women have sent this for you" he said setting the basket on the floor near the bed. He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed with her and pulled her back against his broad chest and buried his already hard member between her soft thighs and laying along her slit. he nuzzled her neck and began to kiss her behind her ears as he caressed her naked breasts, and gently roll her nipples.

Lisette whimpered and bucked against his chest. She was so sensitive from the pregnancy, and she felt bloated. Lisette most definitely didn't feel sexy. Groaning, she stretched herself away and sighed. "Now? I'm all puffy and pregnant and... ugh."

"I think you are beautiful as you are, after all it is my baby that you carry. I wouldn't be a good husband if I did not think so." Gray Wolf pulled her face to his and kissed her gently. "None the less I won't force you but I do want to enjoy touching your body."

Lisette sighed and rolled over to face Gray Wolf. She nuzzled her face into his cheek. "You can touch just... be gentle please. I-I'm sensitive," Lisette purred into his neck. She licked and kissed trails down his jaw affectionately.


A strong and dominant figure, with a muscular build and darker skin, indicative of his outdoor lifestyle as a hunter. His assertiveness suggests he holds a significant position within the tribe. He's confident and unyielding in enforcing tribal customs, yet also displays an attentive side, particularly towards Lisette. Despite his forceful demeanor, he shows tenderness and affection during their intimate moments. He is both proud and caring as he looks forward to fatherhood.

The next morning, Lisette woke to sun shining through the tent seams above her. All she wanted was to sleep for a few more years until the area between her thighs stopped hurting. Groaning softly, she rolled away from the offending sun and into the soft fur under her. Her limbs curled around the body of her husband and began tracing his muscles. Lisette's hands stopped at his rump and she sighed as she napped lazily into the morning.

Her peace would be lost in the next few minutes as another young squaw came into there lodge and pulled her out of bed. Gray Wolf didn't seem shocked at all, as Turtle Dove was pulled out of bed and her skirt was handed to her. They didn't bother with the breast plate, and the young squaw ran around picking up dirty clothing and putting it in Turtle Dove's arms. The squaw dragged her out of the lodge, and down to the river.

Lisette screamed as she was dragged to the river. She kicked at the woman all while trying to keep herself covered in the sunlight. Once Lisette was released, she brushed a hand through her hair as she looked around on sore legs. "T-That's quite some nerve you've got," she grumbled as she tried to hide herself. "Is there nothing more modest that you wear. Mo-dest?" she asked as she tried covering herself. "Oh this is so frustrating. Does no one know English?!"

The woman took her own laundry and began to wash it in the stream and tried to show Turtle Dove what she was to do by example. The girl was patient and after a bit it was obvious why she had left her breast plate behind as water splashed everywhere. The other woman's breast was also naked, and completely soaked in the water from the stream.

The woman would not leave her alone and continued to try and get her to wash Gray Wolf's clothing and linens.

Lisette sighed and looked around, just to see if anyone was around. The thought of anyone seeing her nude still made her blush red as a tomato. She bent down and started scrubbing semen stains and blood stains from the clothes quickly as well as dirt and other nasty things. Her arms didn't tire at this since it was a normal chore for her back home. The thought of home and family made tears come to her eyes and made her gorge rise. She finished cleaning quickly and stood up quickly, hoping this girl would be able to lead her back without mentioning her red, watery eyes.

The girl took her back to Gray Wolf. Why Gray Wolf saw here tears, he held her for a few minutes before allowing the young squaw to take her to to hang up her clothing. Once that chore was complete they spent time grinding corn. It was after that that she was taken back, this time by Gray Wolf's mother and showed that it was her duty to bathe him using a bucket and chamois much as Gray Wolf had done for her.

The chores for the most part had done nothing but bring back the memories of Lisette's family. Her eyes and nose were no doubt puffy, red and raw by the time she was back in Gray Wolf's presence to bathe him. She smiled softly as she gently washed his skin that was so much darker than hers and gently rid his hair of unruly tangles. When she came around to his front, she was just as gentle if not more so than before. Her eyes were constantly locked on his manhood since she'd never seen one so close or for so long before. The thought itself made her blush scarlet as she continued until she finished.

Gray Wolf stood for her to dress him, and when she had completed the simple task her held her in his arms, and gently kissed her, wiping away the remnants of her tears with his fingers he looked into her eyes and said 'Gv Ge Yu' (I love and care for you). he kissed her one more time and then picking up his bow he left to go hunting.

It wasn't long after his leaving that the young squaw returned, and gently taking her by the arm led her to a common area of the camp where the women had gathered to care for the children and make corn bread, There were little ones everywhere and the women seemed to share the work of their care, including breast feeding, which was done in the open, and all worked equally on the making of the bread.

Lisette did as she was told when she was told and tried to keep her mind busy as the long day went on. The women who knew some small amount of English actually began teaching her their language since she was supposed to adapt. However, Lisette doubted she could ever adapt to seeing groups of women breast feeding one child openly. Would they expect that of her one day, she wondered in horror. Lisette kept her eyes on her hands as she worked until a child came over to her and said something rather quickly. The women explained he wanted to touch her hair.

Soon all the children were tugging, braiding and examining her waist length hair. For some reason, the women found it endearing while she found it cute but annoying. Lisette missed watching little English children wearing clothes girls were reading and playing with dolls and boys played tag while the women talked over tea and watched with their clothes on. Lisette figured she missed that most, the reading. It took her mind away, and she would most definitely love to be away from this world.

Lisette was pulled from her thoughts as a little girl sat stark naked in her lap and began brushing a dolls hair with a clam shell. It was hard not to notice it had red straw for hair like hers, and she blushed more in shock than anything else. However, the girl was pulled away because the sun was setting and everyone seemed to be preparing dinner. Lisette wondered if perhaps no one would miss her if she just slept as she slid into the tent, hoping no one was inside since it was dark.

When Lisette laid down, a man's powerful arms wrapped around her, and before she knew what had happened, her skirt was pulled off of her and he was on top of her and taking her hard and fast. He hadn't identified himself but even though he started out hard and rough, his treatment of her suddenly became gentle and then he was very loving as he finally released inside her filling her with sticky cream. He got up, and taking her with him out of the tent, he handed her the two rabbits and a goose that he had killed and expected her to cook. He stood in the doorway to their lodge, preventing her reentry even though she was naked.

Lisette screamed and kicked as hard as she could against whoever the person was even after he finished. She knew it had to be her husband because he was so attentive; she had begun to find herself aroused. When she was pushed out nude, she turned and glared harshly before stomping off and helping with dinner naked. Her eyes were focused as she cooked, and when she was told to get Gray Wolf she marched to their tent. She used his word for up and retrieved her clothing, abruptly putting it on. Today had been a roller coaster of emotions.

Gray Wolf was surprised to hear his own language on her lips, and obliged her by getting to her feet, and letting her have access to her skirt. He took her arm and guided her to the table where they sat and ate. Gray Wolf was happy with the pace of acclimation to their ways but was also unwilling to allow her to resist her acclamation in any way. Resistance always brought either punishment or humiliation, or sometimes both.

Lisette ate quietly and sat rigidly still, speaking with one or two women that knew some English only when asked specifically. They were telling her the words for some foods, asking for something and for temperatures. In return, she would tell them what words for hair, makeup and books meant and she showed them a few letters in the dirt. As the night wore on, however, Lisette's eyes grew weary and heavy all at once. Her quarrel with her husband was forgotten as she pressed her arm against his, but Lisette was stubborn enough to deny herself comfort to act upset.

When Gray Wolf was sated and ready to leave the circle, he lifted Turtle Dove from the circle and led her back to his lodge. He stripped her of her clothing and himself of his own and laid with her in his bed. He takes her slowly in long strokes. Taking from her any possibility of resistance or the false pretense that she was not overwhelmed with desire for him. He will take her again and again that evening as they lay together until they finally collapse in the arms of the other, spent in their passion, and sleep.

Lisette never really told anyone--who did she have to tell--that she kept a calendar. Every morning she went to the river to wash, she would use a sharp shell to carve a tally into a tree to keep up with time. She and Gray Wolf had been married for four months that were filled with thick, unresolved tension--but it was slowly unwinding--and intense love. Lisette was fluent in their tongue by now and had found her niche in the tribe despite trying very hard not to acclimate. There was so much she didn't know or understand, however, and it seemed her husband or was intent on informing her of it. Even her "mother", had been pointing out things about her like the fact that she always made fully covering, or "winter", clothes and teased her! She also made comments about her gaining weight. Kneeling Raven had to hold her back with a gentle hand... like Agnes.

Recently, however, Lisette had been under the weather and moody. She told everyone she thought it was an English illness called 'flu', but she was lying to them and herself. Nude under the soft fur where she slept, Lisette wiped her puffy eyes and wished her real mother was there to help since she was a midwife. Yes, Lisette did believe herself to be with child. She had missed her last two cycles, and she had many of the symptoms. Terror overcame her at the thought of having a baby without her family. But Gray Wolf was her husband; he was most definitely family. Plus he helped to create this child within her.

After dinner, she decided. Lisette would tell him she was still unwell and then after dinner she would tell him. That way they would have to forego any ceremonies that involved her nudity or her being humiliated. Relaxing, Lisette sighed and smiled, thinking about having a little clothed child running into her arms at the end of each day. She would be his only mother in an English setting, but she wasn't in such a place any longer, she thought wistfully as she awaited her husband's return.

Gray Wolf returned from hunting with a turkey and hung it by the feet for the women to clean and prepare, and went directly to his lodge to find Turtle Dove naked and waiting for him under the covers as had become their routine. He climbed into the bed with her and found her holding her belly and noticed it had a distinct roundness to it which he had not noticed before.

He spoke to her asking if she was feeling better as she had been sick much of the last several weeks, and why was she holding her stomach.

Lisette sighed and sat up, pulling the blanket with her to cover herself as he shut them in. She curled up next to him and rested his hand under hers on her stomach. The thought of a baby was a shock in good ways and bad; Lisette wanted the baby to have an English upbringing. But it would always have a loving father. Gray Wolf had been asking often if they could try harder for a child, but Lisette hadn't been ready. She feared she still wasn't.

"I'm fine," she told him in his tongue. "I'm just really weak now. It's not the flu though, it's a baby. I'm with child," Lisette clutched his arm. "And if you take me outside I'm not walking. If I do, I'll throw up all over mother," she said with a sly grin.

Gray Wolf smiled widely at the news, and returned her to the bed. You will stay here then. The women will bring you supper, but I must attend the council and will return to you when it is concluded. He kissed her warmly, and gently rubbed her belly before leaving his lodge and proudly heading to the council meeting and dinner with the news that he was to be a father.

An hour later, the young squaw, that had helped her before, entered with bowls of food and spiced oils to help with the sickness. Before she attempted to feed Turtle Dove, she pulled back the covers and he gently rubbed the oils into Turtle Dove's tender breasts. They warmed her skin, and emitted vapors that soothed her upset stomach. After a few minutes, she offered her food.

At the council meeting, Gray Wolf proudly announced that he was to be a father, and that Turtle Dove was sick as all young mothers seemed to get and could not attend dinner with him.

Lisette seemed to get a little better after eating something bland, and she also slept better because of it. When she woke, it was much later and she was still alone in bed though it wasn't unusual. She hated to admit it, but Lisette was strongly attached to Gray Wolf. Lisette was used to having his limbs tangled in amongst hers while he told her about his day or other more important things. Now they were having a baby. Lisette cringed; that meant more attention. She hated attention, especially in her constant state of half dress unless she actually managed to slip one of her dresses by Gray Wolf in the morning.

Just then Gray Wolf entered their lodge carrying a basket filled with many different things, mostly small blankets and other things for comforting a child, as well as generous supplies of soothing spices and oils used to settle an upset stomach. He looked down at her soft breasts as she lay on the bed waiting for him. "the women have sent this for you" he said setting the basket on the floor near the bed. He stripped off his clothes and crawled into bed with her and pulled her back against his broad chest and buried his already hard member between her soft thighs and laying along her slit. he nuzzled her neck and began to kiss her behind her ears as he caressed her naked breasts, and gently roll her nipples.

Lisette whimpered and bucked against his chest. She was so sensitive from the pregnancy, and she felt bloated. Lisette most definitely didn't feel sexy. Groaning, she stretched herself away and sighed. "Now? I'm all puffy and pregnant and... ugh."

"I think you are beautiful as you are, after all it is my baby that you carry. I wouldn't be a good husband if I did not think so." Gray Wolf pulled her face to his and kissed her gently. "None the less I won't force you but I do want to enjoy touching your body."

Lisette sighed and rolled over to face Gray Wolf. She nuzzled her face into his cheek. "You can touch just... be gentle please. I-I'm sensitive," Lisette purred into his neck. She licked and kissed trails down his jaw affectionately.

Gray Wolf lay next to her and gently massaged her taught skin. Not only was her belly swollen with the baby it nurtured, but also her breasts. They were swollen with milk and the nipples and aureoles stood out proudly on top of her breasts, begging for attention. He leaned over and gently sucked a nipple into his mouth, and was greeted with a flow of thick warm sweet sticky liquid. "Your time is soon! and you're ready to feed a baby." he said as he smiled at her warmly.


A dominant and powerful Drow woman who takes initiative with her lovers. She enjoys being in control and dominating her partners, but also enjoys playful struggles and rebellion from them. Physically, she has dark skin and white hair.

Khalessa was far from out of breath by the activities unlike her Draenei pet, happily breathing steadily and watching Avara revel in tortured bliss. The Drow woman would slowly pull herself up and off of Avara's cock, murring with contentment as she did so and then releasing her member from her snatch with a plop. Khalessa was far from done though. She would slide herself back down onto Avara's lap to settle down in front of her, feeling Avara lean up to her and kiss her back on the lips.

The Drow would pull away at that with a devilish smile, stroking Avara's sides gently as she cocked a sparkling white eyebrow, her lightly glowing eyes flashing Avara a devious look as she simply leaned forwards into her Draenei and kissed her on the lips. Khalessa pushed against her chest with her own, their breasts smooshing together as the matron forcefully kissed Avara. Her lips sliding and glancing off of hers in a delectable duel of mouths as she slid her tongue forward to tease against that entrance. Through force or coercion her tongue would push through that wet barrier and into her mouth, coiling around her mouth to run amok past Avara's lips.

Meanwhile Khalessa's hands would slide to Avara's own, pinning her wrists to the wall with a primal growl from the elf, her tongue doing most of the work as she closed those eyes and shivered with wonderful afterglow.

To Avara this moment was the sweetest, most intimate thing she could desire from her mistress, eagerly meeting Khalessa with naughty kisses of her own. Soon she felt the Drow's tongue invade her mouth just as she was about to try doing that herself! Naughty elf beat her to the punch and she loved it. How many women before shown Avara this kind of initiative?

Her cock throbbed with need, a burning ache deep in her loins that reminded her how much she desires the dominant woman. Her hands were kept against the wall and if she resisted that then her struggle was a meek one, mostly for show and to convince herself that she was at least doing something to free herself and establish dominance over her sexy Khalessa.

She happily moaned into their kiss, so completely dominated by the Matron who took absolutely all she wanted from her. This slave however was beyond happy to give. She closed her eyes and even now the bright light could be seen under her lids, made somewhat faint. The Draenei grinned and quickly adjusted her hands so she was also holding Khalessa's, fingers locked together while she tried to push the Drow back, move their naughty making-out into the Drow's own maw. After all she knew perfectly well how boring a passive lover can be.

Khalessa couldn't speak for Draenei women, but Drow women always took initiative with their lovers. They were expected to be dominant, powerful and in control. Clearly that was something which Avara could enjoy in her submission to the Drow's domination. Simply feeling that ache in her loins would remind her of that.

Still, Khalessa enjoyed her weak little struggles, even if it was just for play, pressing back with her hands to pin her arms to the wall with a thrilling predatory sense of victory. Further exemplified by her sensual dominance of the Draenei. She watched those eyes close in passion and continued her kisses, feeling her slave moan into her mouth with lustful desire.

Indeed, Khalessa was quite content as she felt Avara try to tease her into her mouth, having been beaten to the punch by the matron. At the very least she could feel her tongue pushing against hers. Khalessa would playfully concede her tongue briefly before squirming free snakelike and trapping Avara's tongue once more, chuckling deviously at her tricksy behavior, sloppily making out with her slave.

This would continue for a few minutes more before finally Khalessa would have had enough, pulling away gently with a sigh, licking her lips and looking down at the Draenei. "Good girl," she awarded her condescendingly, her hands sliding down Avara's arms and to her shoulders once more, grinding against those shoulders to massage her sweetly, eyeing her curiously.

Avara knew well that she should yield to the Matron but not without a struggle of her own, trying to assert some semblance of dominance, as slight it might be, at least during their orgasmic afterglow. She pushed back, pressing her tongue around Khalessa's deviously and managing to actually force her own pace and her own terms on that lewd, lustful kiss. In some bizarre way the Draenei was a mixture of submission and rebellion that was just the most intoxicating sort of thrill.

After that small show of her own dominance Avara retreated once more into the submissive slave persona, with a small, devious smirk playing on her lips for a second. When she spoke it was gone "Oh, Khalessa" her voice was a delighted moan "You know just so well how to reach your horny Draenei" she giggled and tapped her horns. There was a moment of silence before she continued "You know I would love nothing more than to spend hour upon hour with you like this. If you just indulge me we could be back in your quarters for days at a time" she snickered before looking up into her mistress' eyes "But I digress" she gently touched the dominant Drowess on the cheek with her hand "Question is, how may your loving servant indulge you, Khalessa?"

Khalessa noted the Draenei's eager and lustful tones along with her suggestion. She really was eager to do more with her mistress wasn't she? A delightful rebellion poisoned by lust and desire. Khalessa loved it, giving the Draenei a gentle kiss on the cheek before she leaned up. "Mmm, that does sound fun," the Drow remarked. "Perhaps when things are quieter when I can afford to be remiss in my duties," she mused. "As it stands I simply can't afford to look away from my children for too long," she admitted. "At least for the moment. For now I think I'll keep you locked up in my chambers. When I'm done for the day I'll fuck that lovely thick cock of yours again," she teased.

With that the Drow pulled herself up slowly with a groan then took a hold of the Draenei's leash, pulling her up along with her. Khalessa paced backwards through the water with her, finding the steps and stepping out of the bath with her slave before finally dropping the leash with a smile. "Take a towel and dry me off," she commanded. "Then you may dress me," she teased her. "Try not to have too much fun dear," she teased, giving her a contented smirk as she waited for the Draenei to obey her commands.

The Draenei smirked as she heard her mistress' request, looking like the cat who finally got the canary "Mmm, might be impossible for me not to enjoy your body Khalessa. But I will try to do as you order without fooling around too much" she said and grabbed a towel on her way towards the Drow, it was a pretty small one but she did not mind at all. If anything she cherished spending as much time as possible on this task. She pressed against the wet matron from behind and slowly ran the towel down her belly, drying her skin off "I know I should be going top to bottom but this way I get to do some parts twice" she joked before moving her hand up, to start by gently drying off Khalessa's hair and then her shoulders, showing she was actually serious about this in spite of that flirty joking.

She pressed her body into the dark elf tightly, letting the woman feel that draenic cock slide between her thighs and then she could see it emerge on the other side, teasing her womanhood with the flared head "Forgive the erection Khalessa. I think I'm going to always be hard by your side" she said while moving the towel down Khalessa's arm. She also placed her free hand at one of those large breasts, running her fingertips in a tight circle around Khalessa's nipple, teasing her dark areola "Actually, I should probably ask. How much of a hurry are you in?"

Khalessa relaxed as her slave approached and started to dab the towel against her, feeling that erection against her and the Draenei's muscular form at her back Khalessa was quite content with her debauchery. The towel rubbed against her dark skin and her white hair, feeling her attentive slave cleaning her off in the loveliest way. With such a small towel, it simply meant that the girl could give Khalessa as much attention as possible.

The Drow's thighs gently clasped around that hard member, lightly thrusting backward to tease that erect cock between her thighs, her pussy lips kissing the tip. "I'm in no special hurry," Khalessa remarked. "Though we shouldn't linger too long," she told her. "I have matters to discuss with the merchant guilds in a few minutes," she mused. "They will of course wait for me, but it is better if I am fashionably late rather than simple late," she mused.


A submissive futanari Draenei woman who enjoys being dominated by her mistress. She is eager to please and desires to spend as much time as possible with Khalessa. She has horns and a thick cock which she enjoys using during sexual activities.

The Draenei smirked as she heard her mistress' request, looking like the cat who finally got the canary "Mmm, might be impossible for me not to enjoy your body Khalessa. But I will try to do as you order without fooling around too much" she said and grabbed a towel on her way towards the Drow, it was a pretty small one but she did not mind at all. If anything she cherished spending as much time as possible on this task. She pressed against the wet matron from behind and slowly ran the towel down her belly, drying her skin off "I know I should be going top to bottom but this way I get to do some parts twice" she joked before moving her hand up, to start by gently drying off Khalessa's hair and then her shoulders, showing she was actually serious about this in spite of that flirty joking.

She pressed her body into the dark elf tightly, letting the woman feel that draenic cock slide between her thighs and then she could see it emerge on the other side, teasing her womanhood with the flared head "Forgive the erection Khalessa. I think I'm going to always be hard by your side" she said while moving the towel down Khalessa's arm. She also placed her free hand at one of those large breasts, running her fingertips in a tight circle around Khalessa's nipple, teasing her dark areola "Actually, I should probably ask. How much of a hurry are you in?"


Liza is a young teenage girl with bright blue eyes. Her complexion has some pimples, which is common for her age. She prefers loose-fitting jeans and is conscious about her less developed physique. Liza shows signs of being assertive but struggles with emotional control, often leading to outbursts or becoming easily upset. She's trying to step outside of her comfort zone and stand up for herself more frequently, indicating a growth in confidence and determination. Despite this newfound assertiveness, she tends to get embarrassed when discussing certain topics openly, suggesting a level of shyness or modesty.

As the day progressed, and the pair went from one shop to the next, Jessi slowly began to notice that Liza seemed to be acting... well, not herself.

She first noticed the odd behavior when they'd been trying on jeans; Jessi had been trying to get her to try on a very tight pair to better show off her legs and rear; Liza had wanted a pair with a slightly looser fit. To demonstrate why, she had Jessi try on a similar, looser pair. "I want them loose," she said, stepping closer to Jessi, wrapping her arms around the older girl, "so Eric can do this!" The next thing she knew, Liza had slipped her slender hands inside the jeans to firmly grasp her panty clad backside.

Then there was when Liza had gotten morose over a sweater with a cut that would sit on her like a sack of potatoes. True, it was amazing soft and warm, and apparently made out of some kind of weird rabbit wool that didn't itch. None of that changed the fact that it was also so bulky that even Jessi's more ample bust would be mostly hidden in the thing; that and a price tag just shy of three hundred dollars had been the end of any plans to add it to the growing pile of stuff. But that didn't stop Liza from acting like a heartbroken schoolgirl for the next twenty minutes about the whole ordeal.

And whatever was up with Liza, it wasn't her blood sugar. About twenty minutes after eating half that sugar bomb of a cookie, she'd given herself a shot. Even so, between biting off the head of one store clerk and catching Liza eyeing a cute guy with enough lust that it bordered on depravity, Jessi had insisted the younger girl test herself and show the results, which she did, though not without a good bit of childish pouting. Sure enough, when Jessi compared the number with what the internet told her via her cellphone, it was clear her friend's test was almost dead in the middle, and no where near dangerously high or low. Still, Jessi couldn't help but think that something was off with the girl as they approached the competing stores of Victoria's Secret, and Fredrick's of Hollywood, and the final items on their list.

For a long time Jessi didn't really notice the strange behavior of Liza, or she simply cast it off as her blood sugar being strange or simply her being nervous. But the longer it kept happening, the stranger it became for her and the more exhausting it was to be close to her. Finally, as they were about to go to a shop for proper underwear for Liza to seduce Eric, as much as she needed underwear for that, Jessi threw a small glance in the close shop front window and said, "I think I'm going to touch up my make-up. Come on, I don't wanna go alone."

And with that said, she practically force marched Liza into the nearby mall's bathrooms, where she stepped up in front of the mirrors. It was clean, it was roomy, it was actually quite a nice place, at least as far as bathrooms went. As no one was there, she then turned to Liza and asked outright, "Hey, is everything okay? You are veeeeeery moody, more so than you should. Did anything happen I should know about?"

"Moody? You mean that thing with the sweater?!" Liza asked confusedly, "Okay, maybe I was a little bit over the top there. It's just... when you were a little girl, did you ever have, like, a favorite dress or something? You know, something you wore every day, and your parents had to bribe you or sneak into your room at night just to wash it? Well, when I was little, my favorite dress was an Angora sweater; pure Angora, like that one, not the cheap twenty percent blend, that's mostly sheep's wool. I wore that thing everywhere, even in the summer; I wore it after I outgrew it; I wore it until it fell apart. I've always wanted another one, but you saw how much it cost; that one sweater was almost as much as all this other stuff put together."

Liza stopped to consider everything that had happened that day. "The only other time I came close to moody was when I got snippy with the makeup girl, and you heard what she said." Then suddenly Liza pitched her voice into a high, obnoxious, squeaky, mocking impersonation of the clerk. "''Oh, with your complexion you're going to need a lot more concealer'', she basically called me ugly! Yeah, OK, so I have some pimples, who doesn't at my age?! It doesn't give her the right to talk to me like that! And honestly, her crappy makeup would probably only make the issue worse."

Listening to Liza practically talk like a waterfall in such an animated fashion, Jessi was for a moment overwhelmed there. She needed a moment to sort it all out, to understand what she was actually saying, but as she spoke, she had a small idea that nestled into the back of her head and remained there. It then grew into a bigger suspicion, and while she formulated a response, it kept growing, and things fell into place.

Taking a breath Jessi waited a moment, then she carefully replied with a soft tone, "Liza, I hate to break it to you, but it is true. With your complexion, you do need a bit more concealer, it's just the tone of your skin. And you're lucky; when I get a pimple, it stands out like a sore thump on my face, like a bright red flare signal. Also... ummm..."

She took a mental step back, made a pause. Was she really gonna ask that? No, best not. Instead she asked, "Okay, what's done is done, she was kinda a bit cunty anyway... but another thing: You wouldn't happen to crave chocolate, would you? Perhaps cramps in your abdomen?"

When Jessi agreed with the assessment of the girl at the makeup counter, the glare Liza shot at her was as cold as an antarctic winter. As she opened her mouth to reply to her friend's comment, the younger girl found herself unable to speak; a cutting retort colliding with a deeply hurt exclamation, and thus neither being able to make it past her throat. Thus it was that Jessi was able to ask her question uninterrupted.

Liza easily picked up on what Jessi was implying. "Really?!" she finally managed to say, her voice a mix of hurt and indignation. "When I finally say 'enough's enough', and stop taking everyone else's shit with a smile, Do you have my back? No, you tell me they're absolutely right to treat me like a doormat, and then blame my unwillingness to continue letting people walk all over me, on my period! Thanks Jessi, you're a real friend." It was clear to see the unshed tears, brimming in her bright, blue eyes, as she began to move past the older girl, toward the bathroom exit, jaw now clenched against the emotional turmoil welling up inside her.

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say. The completely wrong thing. No wait, it hadn't been. Liza was being unreasonable. Feeling anger rise in herself, Jessi clenched her fists and had to bite back a harsh comment. Now she felt ready to rip off the younger girl's head. But she didn't. No, because this was perhaps the biggest clue that she might be right, that Liza was most likely having her period. Extreme mood swings, unreasonable changes in character, riding from high to low and back in a matter of seconds, yeah, that pretty much sounded like it hit the mark dead on.

And thus for a moment Jessi fought back her harsh comments and her own angers, forced herself to calm down, and to be the older girl. Then she calmly replied, as calm as she could that is, and that wasn't totally calm but actually still a bit angry but at least not furious, "Liza, please. For fuck's sake, take a step back. Eat a cookie, drink some coke, go into the stall and finger yourself to an orgasm, whatever, but stop treating me like I am some bitch or enemy of yours. Please, you're scaring me..."

She broke off, her voice growing quieter before stopping fully. Then she grabbed Liza and pulled her in for a hug. She had no idea what else to do.

Liza slowly counted to ten, taking deep breaths, "I'm OK," she said at last, "It's just... I'm trying to be more assertive and stop letting everybody treat me like crap. I'm doing new things, and I'm way outside my comfort zone right now... I mean so far outside, I'm freaking myself out, and it's taking everything I've got just to hold it together. Yes, I know I've gone overboard a few times today; I've been trying for five, and sometimes I push it to ten, and I have no idea how."

A few tears began to run down her cheeks as she spoke, "You say I'm scaring you, well how do you think I feel?! It's like I barely know how to swim, and then, genius that I am, I decided to jump into the deep end of a pool full of sharks. Now I'm doing my best not to drown, while making it clear that I'm not food, and sometimes that means acting like a bigger shark." Taking a deep shuddering breath, she turned to Jessi at last. "God, look at me, one big, blubbering, hysterical mess! What the hell is wrong with me?! I've been through way worse than anything today has thrown at me and kept my cool, so why am I falling apart now?"

Slowly letting Liza disentangle herself from the hug and making a small step back after holding her for what seemed to be a few minutes but was most likely just about thirty or so seconds, Jessi gave her smaller friend a reassuring smile and squeezed her shoulders slightly. Inside her head the gears were spinning, and she was trying to make head and tails of what Liza was telling her, and as she already had a suspicion, this only strengthened those. For a moment she didn't reply, then she gave Liza a smile that looked as if she was sorry for something very, very bad and said carefully, "Well... just a suspicion, but could it be that you are having your period? Well, getting your period that is?"

Liza's face showed pure outrage as she looked at Jessi, until it slowly began to dawn on her that her friend was being serious. This wasn't a jeering remark of an older brother or male classmate, but a serious question. Her face relaxed as she closed her eyes, concentrating entirely on herself, focusing on all the signals her body was sending. "No stomach cramps, and I don't feel bloated I think... my lower back hurts a little, and... I feel... I don't know, gross, I guess. Almost like I'd spent the weekend camping and hadn't had a shower in a few days. I know that's not the best description, but this sensation is new, and it's as close as I can get. And now that I'm aware of it, a hot shower sounds like the next best thing to heaven."

Opening her eyes, she looked inquisitively, "So, as the one with more experience in these things, does that sound like my period to you? I mean, I could always go into a stall and check to see if I've sprung a leak just in case; I wouldn't want to try on any sexy underwear if I'm going to make them look like evidence from a murder scene."

The last comment made Jessi actually snicker, until she realized that perhaps this wasn't the right time for it, and she pulled herself together. Gathering her thoughts, she shrugged and replied, "Well, could very well be. I mean, if you had never had your period before, you wouldn't recognize the signs and... well, it's awkward, messy, and all around not great, but it gets better. A bit."

Having another thought, she then added, "And perhaps it's lucky that it's happening now; if it is happening now, it is... I mean, you wouldn't want to send your big brother shopping for your supplies, trust me. And neither would he appreciate it. Come on, we'll get you some pads or tampons, whatever you prefer."

"Yeah, if you're right, it might be a good idea; we can stop off on the way home and grab something. In the meantime, let's hit the shops while things are still clean." Suddenly a disgusted look crossed Liza's face, "Oh damn it, It would figure this would happen now! My dad goes back to night rotation this week, and I was hoping to take advantage of having the house to myself to show off the things I'm about to buy to Eric."

As the words left her mouth, Liza had a flashback to how she'd reacted when Jessi had made a vaguely similar remark about her own brother. "Sorry, I guess you get kind of sick about me talking nonstop about Eric like that."

"Pff, naah, it's fine," said Jessi with a small chuckle and waved it off as if it was nothing. This was a lie, of course. It did bother her hearing Liza speak about Eric in such a way, but for another reason than Liza might think. And also, she was here helping Liza to score with her brother, not that she needed any help with that, thus she had really no room to complain or feel bothered by it. And thus she played it down. "For all I care, you can talk about how cute Eric is while he sleeps or how sweet you think his dimples are or how much you like the way he looks at you. I had to do the same with him talking about you, so whatever. If it gets too much, I will say so. I have a mouth, I can use it."

Liza nodded, as she silently began to berate herself for her outburst earlier. Jessi seemed to have no issue handling all of her talk about Eric, but when the tables were turned, the slightest bit of teasing about her own brother, and she turned into a total bitch. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she could see she'd been acting like that on and off all day. Sighing, she moved to the sink, and began splashing water on her face to wash away the tear streaks. "You know, I always just looked at getting my period as a sign of growing up; I never considered it would turn me into a bad person."

"Oh, don't worry, you're not a bad person," replied Jessi with a small smile at the words of Liza. She felt for her, she really did, but there wasn't much she could do for her except try to make the day as good as she could for her. "I'm a bad person. I skip class sometimes, I bad mouth my family, I am a bitch to my brother, I tease other kids... you are just having a bad day, that's all."

"Yeah, I guess." Liza replied, pulling a paper towel from the dispenser and drying her face and hands, "Sorry for dumping all this on you out of nowhere; it's kind of snucking up on me too." Pausing for a deep breath to make sure she was calm, she then looked Jessi in the eye and gave her a small smile. "OK, let's go, we still have more shopping to do, and if you're right, we should get it done sooner rather than later."

"Sounds good," said Jessi and mirrored the younger girls smile. Truth be told, she wasn't fully comfortable with how Liza talked about Eric, but she had no room to complain, so she simply swallowed her jealousy and buried it deep somewhere inside of her, locked it in a cage and threw the key away. Or something like that; the analogy wasn't perfect, but whatever. Giving Liza a small look over, as if inspecting her, she then nodded and said, "Let's go. We still need rocking underwear for you. Let's go and blow my brother's mind, shall we? But only the mind for the time being, okay? I think anything more would make his head explode."

She just couldn't resist that little tease as she led Liza out of the bathroom and towards the part of the mall where Victoria's Secret was located. Or that other store with a similar name and the same stuff. Jessi didn't really care for such details, whatever.

Liza blushed furiously at Jessi's comment as she followed her through the door. "How do you say stuff like that so casually?! Seriously, I can think of things like that all day long, but when I open my mouth to say it, I get super embarrassed and can't get the words out. The only time I don't end up with my tongue tied in knots is when my blood sugar is off, and I'm so potato brained I don't really think about what I'm saying."

"Oh, that's easy," replied Jessi with a shrug, appearing quite casual about the whole affair. "Training."

She slipped into the right part of the store and appeared quite at ease as she walked and looked around, as if it was completely natural for a girl her age to be here with a girl Liza's change to find something for the younger girl to wear. "We need something slim and small for you, like you said you have not yet grown up in the right places. Soooo..."

Suddenly seeing something, she turned left and pulled out a two piece assemble and held it in front of Liza, only to immediately put it back again. "Nope, too big. Oh and about your question on how I can talk like that: well, I made a point about me appearing like the big, rebellious, confident girl that has no shame and is afraid of nothing. I like shocking people, at least a bit, and part of that is such topics... I don't know, I just got used to it. Also, there is a difference between teasing and just saying something and saying something and actually meaning it."

"I was thinking about skipping the bra in favor of something more like this," Liza said, picking up a shear, white, babydoll slip made of a translucent, gaussy material. "Except, maybe with more lace or something to it, this is a little plain even for me."

While that's what she said, Jessi couldn't help notice how the younger girl kept making occasional glances at various lace corsets. She could easily tell her protege had an interest in them, and could surmise the reason for her reluctance to bring them up; they were all made for someone with a larger bust.


A 15-year-old girl who carries herself with an air of rebellious confidence. She has a more developed physique compared to Liza. Her personality is bold and assertive, often engaging in teasing or shocking remarks without hesitation. Despite her outwardly tough demeanor, she shows genuine concern for her friends and can be empathetic during their struggles. She is capable of controlling her anger, demonstrating maturity beyond her age. However, there are hints of discomfort when it comes to certain topics related to her younger brother, Eric.

As the day progressed, and the pair went from one shop to the next, Jessi slowly began to notice that Liza seemed to be acting... well, not herself.

She first noticed the odd behavior when they'd been trying on jeans; Jessi had been trying to get her to try on a very tight pair to better show off her legs and rear; Liza had wanted a pair with a slightly looser fit. To demonstrate why, she had Jessi try on a similar, looser pair. "I want them loose," she said, stepping closer to Jessi, wrapping her arms around the older girl, "so Eric can do this!" The next thing she knew, Liza had slipped her slender hands inside the jeans to firmly grasp her panty clad backside.

Then there was when Liza had gotten morose over a sweater with a cut that would sit on her like a sack of potatoes. True, it was amazing soft and warm, and apparently made out of some kind of weird rabbit wool that didn't itch. None of that changed the fact that it was also so bulky that even Jessi's more ample bust would be mostly hidden in the thing; that and a price tag just shy of three hundred dollars had been the end of any plans to add it to the growing pile of stuff. But that didn't stop Liza from acting like a heartbroken schoolgirl for the next twenty minutes about the whole ordeal.

And whatever was up with Liza, it wasn't her blood sugar. About twenty minutes after eating half that sugar bomb of a cookie, she'd given herself a shot. Even so, between biting off the head of one store clerk and catching Liza eyeing a cute guy with enough lust that it bordered on depravity, Jessi had insisted the younger girl test herself and show the results, which she did, though not without a good bit of childish pouting. Sure enough, when Jessi compared the number with what the internet told her via her cellphone, it was clear her friend's test was almost dead in the middle, and no where near dangerously high or low. Still, Jessi couldn't help but think that something was off with the girl as they approached the competing stores of Victoria's Secret, and Fredrick's of Hollywood, and the final items on their list.

For a long time Jessi didn't really notice the strange behavior of Liza, or she simply cast it off as her blood sugar being strange or simply her being nervous. But the longer it kept happening, the stranger it became for her and the more exhausting it was to be close to her. Finally, as they were about to go to a shop for proper underwear for Liza to seduce Eric, as much as she needed underwear for that, Jessi threw a small glance in the close shop front window and said, "I think I'm going to touch up my make-up. Come on, I don't wanna go alone."

And with that said, she practically force marched Liza into the nearby mall's bathrooms, where she stepped up in front of the mirrors. It was clean, it was roomy, it was actually quite a nice place, at least as far as bathrooms went. As no one was there, she then turned to Liza and asked outright, "Hey, is everything okay? You are veeeeeery moody, more so than you should. Did anything happen I should know about?"

"Moody? You mean that thing with the sweater?!" Liza asked confusedly, "Okay, maybe I was a little bit over the top there. It's just... when you were a little girl, did you ever have, like, a favorite dress or something? You know, something you wore every day, and your parents had to bribe you or sneak into your room at night just to wash it? Well, when I was little, my favorite dress was an Angora sweater; pure Angora, like that one, not the cheap twenty percent blend, that's mostly sheep's wool. I wore that thing everywhere, even in the summer; I wore it after I outgrew it; I wore it until it fell apart. I've always wanted another one, but you saw how much it cost; that one sweater was almost as much as all this other stuff put together."

Liza stopped to consider everything that had happened that day. "The only other time I came close to moody was when I got snippy with the makeup girl, and you heard what she said." Then suddenly Liza pitched her voice into a high, obnoxious, squeaky, mocking impersonation of the clerk. "''Oh, with your complexion you're going to need a lot more concealer'', she basically called me ugly! Yeah, OK, so I have some pimples, who doesn't at my age?! It doesn't give her the right to talk to me like that! And honestly, her crappy makeup would probably only make the issue worse."

Listening to Liza practically talk like a waterfall in such an animated fashion, Jessi was for a moment overwhelmed there. She needed a moment to sort it all out, to understand what she was actually saying, but as she spoke, she had a small idea that nestled into the back of her head and remained there. It then grew into a bigger suspicion, and while she formulated a response, it kept growing, and things fell into place.

Taking a breath Jessi waited a moment, then she carefully replied with a soft tone, "Liza, I hate to break it to you, but it is true. With your complexion, you do need a bit more concealer, it's just the tone of your skin. And you're lucky; when I get a pimple, it stands out like a sore thump on my face, like a bright red flare signal. Also... ummm..."

She took a mental step back, made a pause. Was she really gonna ask that? No, best not. Instead she asked, "Okay, what's done is done, she was kinda a bit cunty anyway... but another thing: You wouldn't happen to crave chocolate, would you? Perhaps cramps in your abdomen?"

When Jessi agreed with the assessment of the girl at the makeup counter, the glare Liza shot at her was as cold as an antarctic winter. As she opened her mouth to reply to her friend's comment, the younger girl found herself unable to speak; a cutting retort colliding with a deeply hurt exclamation, and thus neither being able to make it past her throat. Thus it was that Jessi was able to ask her question uninterrupted.

Liza easily picked up on what Jessi was implying. "Really?!" she finally managed to say, her voice a mix of hurt and indignation. "When I finally say 'enough's enough', and stop taking everyone else's shit with a smile, Do you have my back? No, you tell me they're absolutely right to treat me like a doormat, and then blame my unwillingness to continue letting people walk all over me, on my period! Thanks Jessi, you're a real friend." It was clear to see the unshed tears, brimming in her bright, blue eyes, as she began to move past the older girl, toward the bathroom exit, jaw now clenched against the emotional turmoil welling up inside her.

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say. The completely wrong thing. No wait, it hadn't been. Liza was being unreasonable. Feeling anger rise in herself, Jessi clenched her fists and had to bite back a harsh comment. Now she felt ready to rip off the younger girl's head. But she didn't. No, because this was perhaps the biggest clue that she might be right, that Liza was most likely having her period. Extreme mood swings, unreasonable changes in character, riding from high to low and back in a matter of seconds, yeah, that pretty much sounded like it hit the mark dead on.

And thus for a moment Jessi fought back her harsh comments and her own angers, forced herself to calm down, and to be the older girl. Then she calmly replied, as calm as she could that is, and that wasn't totally calm but actually still a bit angry but at least not furious, "Liza, please. For fuck's sake, take a step back. Eat a cookie, drink some coke, go into the stall and finger yourself to an orgasm, whatever, but stop treating me like I am some bitch or enemy of yours. Please, you're scaring me..."

She broke off, her voice growing quieter before stopping fully. Then she grabbed Liza and pulled her in for a hug. She had no idea what else to do.

Liza slowly counted to ten, taking deep breaths, "I'm OK," she said at last, "It's just... I'm trying to be more assertive and stop letting everybody treat me like crap. I'm doing new things, and I'm way outside my comfort zone right now... I mean so far outside, I'm freaking myself out, and it's taking everything I've got just to hold it together. Yes, I know I've gone overboard a few times today; I've been trying for five, and sometimes I push it to ten, and I have no idea how."

A few tears began to run down her cheeks as she spoke, "You say I'm scaring you, well how do you think I feel?! It's like I barely know how to swim, and then, genius that I am, I decided to jump into the deep end of a pool full of sharks. Now I'm doing my best not to drown, while making it clear that I'm not food, and sometimes that means acting like a bigger shark." Taking a deep shuddering breath, she turned to Jessi at last. "God, look at me, one big, blubbering, hysterical mess! What the hell is wrong with me?! I've been through way worse than anything today has thrown at me and kept my cool, so why am I falling apart now?"

Slowly letting Liza disentangle herself from the hug and making a small step back after holding her for what seemed to be a few minutes but was most likely just about thirty or so seconds, Jessi gave her smaller friend a reassuring smile and squeezed her shoulders slightly. Inside her head the gears were spinning, and she was trying to make head and tails of what Liza was telling her, and as she already had a suspicion, this only strengthened those. For a moment she didn't reply, then she gave Liza a smile that looked as if she was sorry for something very, very bad and said carefully, "Well... just a suspicion, but could it be that you are having your period? Well, getting your period that is?"

Liza's face showed pure outrage as she looked at Jessi, until it slowly began to dawn on her that her friend was being serious. This wasn't a jeering remark of an older brother or male classmate, but a serious question. Her face relaxed as she closed her eyes, concentrating entirely on herself, focusing on all the signals her body was sending. "No stomach cramps, and I don't feel bloated I think... my lower back hurts a little, and... I feel... I don't know, gross, I guess. Almost like I'd spent the weekend camping and hadn't had a shower in a few days. I know that's not the best description, but this sensation is new, and it's as close as I can get. And now that I'm aware of it, a hot shower sounds like the next best thing to heaven."

Opening her eyes, she looked inquisitively, "So, as the one with more experience in these things, does that sound like my period to you? I mean, I could always go into a stall and check to see if I've sprung a leak just in case; I wouldn't want to try on any sexy underwear if I'm going to make them look like evidence from a murder scene."

The last comment made Jessi actually snicker, until she realized that perhaps this wasn't the right time for it, and she pulled herself together. Gathering her thoughts, she shrugged and replied, "Well, could very well be. I mean, if you had never had your period before, you wouldn't recognize the signs and... well, it's awkward, messy, and all around not great, but it gets better. A bit."

Having another thought, she then added, "And perhaps it's lucky that it's happening now; if it is happening now, it is... I mean, you wouldn't want to send your big brother shopping for your supplies, trust me. And neither would he appreciate it. Come on, we'll get you some pads or tampons, whatever you prefer."

"Yeah, if you're right, it might be a good idea; we can stop off on the way home and grab something. In the meantime, let's hit the shops while things are still clean." Suddenly a disgusted look crossed Liza's face, "Oh damn it, It would figure this would happen now! My dad goes back to night rotation this week, and I was hoping to take advantage of having the house to myself to show off the things I'm about to buy to Eric."

As the words left her mouth, Liza had a flashback to how she'd reacted when Jessi had made a vaguely similar remark about her own brother. "Sorry, I guess you get kind of sick about me talking nonstop about Eric like that."

"Pff, naah, it's fine," said Jessi with a small chuckle and waved it off as if it was nothing. This was a lie, of course. It did bother her hearing Liza speak about Eric in such a way, but for another reason than Liza might think. And also, she was here helping Liza to score with her brother, not that she needed any help with that, thus she had really no room to complain or feel bothered by it. And thus she played it down. "For all I care, you can talk about how cute Eric is while he sleeps or how sweet you think his dimples are or how much you like the way he looks at you. I had to do the same with him talking about you, so whatever. If it gets too much, I will say so. I have a mouth, I can use it."

Liza nodded, as she silently began to berate herself for her outburst earlier. Jessi seemed to have no issue handling all of her talk about Eric, but when the tables were turned, the slightest bit of teasing about her own brother, and she turned into a total bitch. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she could see she'd been acting like that on and off all day. Sighing, she moved to the sink, and began splashing water on her face to wash away the tear streaks. "You know, I always just looked at getting my period as a sign of growing up; I never considered it would turn me into a bad person."

"Oh, don't worry, you're not a bad person," replied Jessi with a small smile at the words of Liza. She felt for her, she really did, but there wasn't much she could do for her except try to make the day as good as she could for her. "I'm a bad person. I skip class sometimes, I bad mouth my family, I am a bitch to my brother, I tease other kids... you are just having a bad day, that's all."

"Yeah, I guess." Liza replied, pulling a paper towel from the dispenser and drying her face and hands, "Sorry for dumping all this on you out of nowhere; it's kind of snucking up on me too." Pausing for a deep breath to make sure she was calm, she then looked Jessi in the eye and gave her a small smile. "OK, let's go, we still have more shopping to do, and if you're right, we should get it done sooner rather than later."

"Sounds good," said Jessi and mirrored the younger girls smile. Truth be told, she wasn't fully comfortable with how Liza talked about Eric, but she had no room to complain, so she simply swallowed her jealousy and buried it deep somewhere inside of her, locked it in a cage and threw the key away. Or something like that; the analogy wasn't perfect, but whatever. Giving Liza a small look over, as if inspecting her, she then nodded and said, "Let's go. We still need rocking underwear for you. Let's go and blow my brother's mind, shall we? But only the mind for the time being, okay? I think anything more would make his head explode."

She just couldn't resist that little tease as she led Liza out of the bathroom and towards the part of the mall where Victoria's Secret was located. Or that other store with a similar name and the same stuff. Jessi didn't really care for such details, whatever.

Liza blushed furiously at Jessi's comment as she followed her through the door. "How do you say stuff like that so casually?! Seriously, I can think of things like that all day long, but when I open my mouth to say it, I get super embarrassed and can't get the words out. The only time I don't end up with my tongue tied in knots is when my blood sugar is off, and I'm so potato brained I don't really think about what I'm saying."

"Oh, that's easy," replied Jessi with a shrug, appearing quite casual about the whole affair. "Training."

She slipped into the right part of the store and appeared quite at ease as she walked and looked around, as if it was completely natural for a girl her age to be here with a girl Liza's change to find something for the younger girl to wear. "We need something slim and small for you, like you said you have not yet grown up in the right places. Soooo..."

Suddenly seeing something, she turned left and pulled out a two piece assemble and held it in front of Liza, only to immediately put it back again. "Nope, too big. Oh and about your question on how I can talk like that: well, I made a point about me appearing like the big, rebellious, confident girl that has no shame and is afraid of nothing. I like shocking people, at least a bit, and part of that is such topics... I don't know, I just got used to it. Also, there is a difference between teasing and just saying something and saying something and actually meaning it."


A 25-year-old woman who works at the Punishment Center. She has an authoritative and stern demeanor. Her professional role suggests she is unemotional or detached when dealing with the children brought to the center.

It was the year 20XX. Things had changed. For a while, the new 'Punishment Centers' had been set up across first one country, and then more. By this stage, they were commonplace. Everyone knew their purpose: you take your children there to be spanked—and possibly more. There were all sorts of reasons why parents took them there instead of doing it themselves: time restraints, their lack of expertise or willingness to go through, court orders, wanting something more thorough, or the use of an implement they lacked... it could be any reason.

X Prefecture had a new one, to the delight of parents (less so for children). And inside a shopping mall, it was the ideal location to get a lot of business. And it was opening day. The doors were unlocked, the lights switched on, and the staff prepared to receive their customers. Even the public stands were empty, and there was space on the walls for enlarged pictures of some of the future success stories to go up—but nothing yet. It was all new. Twenty-five year old Kathy stood behind the counter, waiting.

Elissa, a cute 8-year-old girl with blonde hair came in. She was with her mother and had a sad face. Of course, all children knew about that center; their parents had warned them. But now that she was there, she was really scared.

Her mother was going to the main entrance, and once they crossed the doors, they arrived at what seemed a waiting room like in the hospitals. She looked at it. There were some people waiting and some children crying, but the main thing came from the inside when soft cried could be heard. Little Elissa waited to be called for her turn.

Elissa's mother had been scolding her daughter all the while in there, and even as they took their seats, she gave one last threat: "I'm going to be gone for quite some time, so I expect that they will blister your bare bottom. It's going to be red raw by the time they're done with you, which is just what you deserve!" Eventually, Kathy called them to the desk.

"Hello, it's your turn now. If you can just fill in the information here, we'll be able to take over for you." She handed a clipboard over, and Elissa's mother started filling in the information—as well as ticking just about every single box for the accepted punishment options. She expected absolutely no mercy to be shown, that was clear. "All right, well you enjoy your day. Elissa, is it? Come this way through the door, please." Kathy opened the door to the back and gestured for the girl.

Elissa followed the line after saying good bye to her mother, and soon she was in a room called ''warm up room''. She entered and waited there. The corridor had many rooms, some of them with lines or numbers marking some kind of route.

The warm-up room didn't look much more comfortable than the waiting room. It was cold, white, very clean—again, much like a doctor's office. There was just one padded, armless chair in the room, along with a small desk with drawers and a man in a tidy suit.

"All right, let's see here... Elissa, eight years old. I'm just here to give you your warm-up; you'll move on to another room for your main spankings. " As he spoke, he closed and locked the door before taking a seat. "So first thing first, take all of your clothes off, fold them up neatly, then place them on the desk there. Then stand here in front of me, hands at your sides."

Elissa entered the room and looked at it. Indeed, it was like a doctor's office, and that impersonal look was what made her shiver. She nodded slowly and started to take off her clothes, all her uniform except her underwear, then it folded as she was commanded. Then she asked in a soft voice, "Excuse me, can I keep my undies?"

"No, you certainly can't! I need to be able to spank your bare bottom, after all, so you need to be completely naked. Besides, you need an inspection and your first photographs." He didn't wait very long for her. "Come on, you're getting just a good hand spanking from me for your warm up, but if you don't cooperate, I can make it plenty worse for you."

Finally, she gave up and walked to him, submitting for the hand spanking. "Please not too hard, please sir," she begged. She felt bad for being in that center, that looked like a clinic but was only designed to cause pain and correct bad behaviors.

"Oh not so fast, just wait there." He took a camera out, and took a whole-body photo. And then a close-up of her face. And then a close-up of her hairless pussy. "Turn around, please."

Elissa turned around reluctantly, knowing there were photos that would be different after her punishment there.

He took another full-body photo and then a close-up of her bottom. "Bend over, reach back and spread your bottom cheeks." When she complied—pinching her bottom sharply to convince her if necessary—he took another photo, capturing her anus and the back of her crotch. Only then did he put the camera away. "All right, now you can come here and lie over my lap for your warm-up."


An eight-year-old girl with blonde hair, giving her a cute appearance. Her personality is timid and submissive, as indicated by her compliance with the instructions given to her at the Punishment Center. She is quite innocent and naive, as shown by her request to keep her underwear on during the procedure. The fear she exhibits suggests that she's sensitive and possibly introverted.

Elissa turned around reluctantly, knowing there were photos that would be different after her punishment there.


A submissive, pet-like and immature young boy figure with a hairless body and a tail. He is quite playful and mischievous, often pushing the boundaries of his mistress's rules for his own pleasure. Despite his naughty behavior, Ivan exhibits an endearing shyness when it comes to expressing his desires directly. He is also highly sensitive and emotional, crying easily under stress or punishment.

Ivan was being naughty again. His mistress had bought him several outfits for him to wear, yet here he was. Naked. Ivan was, in fact, curled up on the couch stroking his hairless shaft and licking his own little pink star. He knew he was being naughty, but he couldn't help it. The feeling of his tongue dragging against his soft little ring made stroking his own thingy a lot more fun.

Rachel opened the door to her apartment in the mid-afternoon. Her classes for the day had just ended, and she was ready to take a mental break. Maybe watch some TV or read a science fiction book. Something simple and fun.

When she opened the door and saw her pet Ivan sitting on the couch rubbing himself and licking his own ass, she certainly wasn't pleased. Not unhappy, per se, but not pleased. She slammed the door and threw her backpack to the floor. "Ivan!" She yelled, snapping her finger, "On the couch now!"

Ivan's head shot up. He'd been so fixated on himself that he didn't even notice her key in the door. He knelt down on the floor with a cute look on his face, hoping his mistress would go easy on him this time. His cock was still hard. "I'm sorry, mistress."

Rachel scowled, then frowned, then just sighed. She reached out and petted Ivan's head, scratching behind his ears. "Man, what am I going to do with you?" she asked, kicking off her shoes and walking over to the couch. She sat down, spread her lags, and patted her lap for Ivan to come sit with her. "Come here, Ivan," she said.

Ivan obeyed his mistress, sitting naked but down between her legs. He was still very hard. He wanted to have some fun, but unless his mistress allowed it, he was stuck. Then he had an idea. Ivan snuggled up to his mistress and purred loudly for her. His tail made little movements between her legs. He was hoping this would make her want to do sex stuff with him.

Rachel pulled Ivan onto her lap and immediately wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her other hand rubbing the inside of his thigh. She swatted his thigh when he began to manipulate his tale. "Now now, no trying to make me horny to get out of your punishment," she said as she ever so slowly trailed her fingertips and thumb up his haft to the very tip then back down to the base, caressing his balls twice before sliding the tips of her fingers back up to the tip of his cock.

Ivan bit his lip as his mistress teased his cock and balls. The slap hurt. He so wanted to touch himself, but he knew she would punish him more if he did. His little hole was still tingling from when he licked himself. "Mistress, I was only playing a little."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Rachel tisked with a smile. She reached up with her free hand to brush her pink hair behind her ear then reached back down and spanked his thigh again. "Don't lie to me. You were all naked and horny, and your clothes are still folded. You haven't gotten dressed once today. Now, kiss your tip. Just a kiss. Any more and I'll have to punish you," she warned as her fingers continued to gently slide up and down his length.

Ivan pouted at her before doing as she commanded... sort of. He bent forward to give his little pecker a kiss. But once he smelled his own pre-cum, he decided to give himself just a little lick. Surely his mistress wouldn't see him lightly slide his tongue over his tip. Surely.

Rachel saw the lick, and she yanked lightly on his hair to pull him back into a sitting position. "Bad boy," she said, petting him and nipping at one of his ears. "Bad boy. Time for a spanking," she said, letting go of his ear. "Bend over my knees," she instructed.

Ivan cowered at his angry mistress. He considered begging for forgiveness. Ivan pouted at her for a little while. Ivan slowly bent over her knee, hoping she would go easy on him. His tail was curled in fear.

Rachel had to struggle to keep a stern expression on her face when Ivan pouted at her. He was soooooo adorable and precious; it was all she could do not to pull him into a big hug and kiss him all over. But she had to be strict, or he would never learn.

Once he was lying across her lap, she gently rubbed his bum and then gave him a swift smack across it. She pulled her hand up and did it again, and again. She spanked his soft tushy nearly a dozen times before stopping. "There," she said, "Now, what have we learned?" she asked, lifting him up and sitting him on her lap facing her.

The spanking made Ivan yelp in his high pitched voice. He felt his pail skin becoming redder with each smack. He started crying when she was done. He had to wipe the tears from his eyes before he could look at his mistress. "I- I learned to not disobey M-my mistress?"

It broke Rachel's heart to see her beloved Ivan crying, but it also gave her a slight thrill. "Yes, good boy," she said, leaning in and pecking his lips with her own. "I think you deserve a treat for learning your lesson so quick." She added, giving him a seductive smile. She gently began to caress his hard-on with her fingertips again and asked "What would my precious widdle Ivan want for his treat?" she asked.

Ivan blushed a very deep red. She knew he was shy about asking for sex stuff, but still, she was making him very horny. "May I hav—make love to mistress butt, please?" He was looking down in shame just in case it would offend her that he wanted that again.

Rachel smiled. Ivan was so cute. "I don't think you've been that good," she said, rubbing her index finger softly around the head of his hard-on. "How about I suck you off? I think you earned that." She said, leaning in and licking his lips and chin.

Ivan smiled. It wasn't the same as mistress butt, but oral was nice. He licked back. "Ivan is mistress's kitty now and forever. Ivan wants to make mistress feel good."

Rachel giggled. "Ivan will make me feel good," she said, picking him up in her arms bridal style and walking over to the bed. She dropped him on the bouncy bed so he bounced a bit before crawling on over him. "But I'll make you feel good first," she said, getting between his legs. She smiled as her fingers gently caressed the base of his dick. "Do me a favor, sweetie, and put your hands behind your head, like you're in a lounge chair," she asked, kissing his tip.

Ivan did as he was told: pretending to be in charge of his mistress. He was breathing faster. It was hard to keep from humping up into her face. "Mistress, does Ivan deserve a finger in his booty?"

Rachel absolutely loved when Ivan was in that pose. So confident, so cute, she just wanted to lick him from the tips of his adorable toes to the tips of his cute ears. She ran her tongue from under his scrotum, up along the base of his shaft, around the length then tongued the tip for a moment. She looked up at him when he asked about fingering his ass. "Mmmm, maybe," she said while keeping her lips on his cock. "Maybe not."

Ivan purred out loudly at the attention his shota cock was receiving. He hoped his mistress would give him her finger. He'd gotten his little butt all horny by licking it. He couldn't help but twitch his tail from how good it felt. Then he thought about his mistress pegging him, which almost made him cum.


A dominant woman with pink hair, who takes on the role of Ivan's mistress. She is stern and disciplined, not hesitating to enforce rules when necessary. However, she also shows affection and care for her pet, balancing punishment with reward. Her personality suggests that she enjoys being in control but also finds pleasure in the adorable actions of Ivan. Despite her strict demeanor, she has a soft spot for Ivan which sometimes makes it hard for her to maintain discipline.

Ivan was being naughty again. His mistress had bought him several outfits for him to wear, yet here he was. Naked. Ivan was, in fact, curled up on the couch stroking his hairless shaft and licking his own little pink star. He knew he was being naughty, but he couldn't help it. The feeling of his tongue dragging against his soft little ring made stroking his own thingy a lot more fun.

Rachel opened the door to her apartment in the mid-afternoon. Her classes for the day had just ended, and she was ready to take a mental break. Maybe watch some TV or read a science fiction book. Something simple and fun.

When she opened the door and saw her pet Ivan sitting on the couch rubbing himself and licking his own ass, she certainly wasn't pleased. Not unhappy, per se, but not pleased. She slammed the door and threw her backpack to the floor. "Ivan!" She yelled, snapping her finger, "On the couch now!"

Ivan's head shot up. He'd been so fixated on himself that he didn't even notice her key in the door. He knelt down on the floor with a cute look on his face, hoping his mistress would go easy on him this time. His cock was still hard. "I'm sorry, mistress."

Rachel scowled, then frowned, then just sighed. She reached out and petted Ivan's head, scratching behind his ears. "Man, what am I going to do with you?" she asked, kicking off her shoes and walking over to the couch. She sat down, spread her lags, and patted her lap for Ivan to come sit with her. "Come here, Ivan," she said.

Ivan obeyed his mistress, sitting naked but down between her legs. He was still very hard. He wanted to have some fun, but unless his mistress allowed it, he was stuck. Then he had an idea. Ivan snuggled up to his mistress and purred loudly for her. His tail made little movements between her legs. He was hoping this would make her want to do sex stuff with him.

Rachel pulled Ivan onto her lap and immediately wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her other hand rubbing the inside of his thigh. She swatted his thigh when he began to manipulate his tale. "Now now, no trying to make me horny to get out of your punishment," she said as she ever so slowly trailed her fingertips and thumb up his haft to the very tip then back down to the base, caressing his balls twice before sliding the tips of her fingers back up to the tip of his cock.

Ivan bit his lip as his mistress teased his cock and balls. The slap hurt. He so wanted to touch himself, but he knew she would punish him more if he did. His little hole was still tingling from when he licked himself. "Mistress, I was only playing a little."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Rachel tisked with a smile. She reached up with her free hand to brush her pink hair behind her ear then reached back down and spanked his thigh again. "Don't lie to me. You were all naked and horny, and your clothes are still folded. You haven't gotten dressed once today. Now, kiss your tip. Just a kiss. Any more and I'll have to punish you," she warned as her fingers continued to gently slide up and down his length.

Ivan pouted at her before doing as she commanded... sort of. He bent forward to give his little pecker a kiss. But once he smelled his own pre-cum, he decided to give himself just a little lick. Surely his mistress wouldn't see him lightly slide his tongue over his tip. Surely.

Rachel saw the lick, and she yanked lightly on his hair to pull him back into a sitting position. "Bad boy," she said, petting him and nipping at one of his ears. "Bad boy. Time for a spanking," she said, letting go of his ear. "Bend over my knees," she instructed.

Ivan cowered at his angry mistress. He considered begging for forgiveness. Ivan pouted at her for a little while. Ivan slowly bent over her knee, hoping she would go easy on him. His tail was curled in fear.

Rachel had to struggle to keep a stern expression on her face when Ivan pouted at her. He was soooooo adorable and precious; it was all she could do not to pull him into a big hug and kiss him all over. But she had to be strict, or he would never learn.

Once he was lying across her lap, she gently rubbed his bum and then gave him a swift smack across it. She pulled her hand up and did it again, and again. She spanked his soft tushy nearly a dozen times before stopping. "There," she said, "Now, what have we learned?" she asked, lifting him up and sitting him on her lap facing her.

The spanking made Ivan yelp in his high pitched voice. He felt his pail skin becoming redder with each smack. He started crying when she was done. He had to wipe the tears from his eyes before he could look at his mistress. "I- I learned to not disobey M-my mistress?"

It broke Rachel's heart to see her beloved Ivan crying, but it also gave her a slight thrill. "Yes, good boy," she said, leaning in and pecking his lips with her own. "I think you deserve a treat for learning your lesson so quick." She added, giving him a seductive smile. She gently began to caress his hard-on with her fingertips again and asked "What would my precious widdle Ivan want for his treat?" she asked.

Ivan blushed a very deep red. She knew he was shy about asking for sex stuff, but still, she was making him very horny. "May I hav—make love to mistress butt, please?" He was looking down in shame just in case it would offend her that he wanted that again.

Rachel smiled. Ivan was so cute. "I don't think you've been that good," she said, rubbing her index finger softly around the head of his hard-on. "How about I suck you off? I think you earned that." She said, leaning in and licking his lips and chin.

Ivan smiled. It wasn't the same as mistress butt, but oral was nice. He licked back. "Ivan is mistress's kitty now and forever. Ivan wants to make mistress feel good."

Rachel giggled. "Ivan will make me feel good," she said, picking him up in her arms bridal style and walking over to the bed. She dropped him on the bouncy bed so he bounced a bit before crawling on over him. "But I'll make you feel good first," she said, getting between his legs. She smiled as her fingers gently caressed the base of his dick. "Do me a favor, sweetie, and put your hands behind your head, like you're in a lounge chair," she asked, kissing his tip.

Ivan did as he was told: pretending to be in charge of his mistress. He was breathing faster. It was hard to keep from humping up into her face. "Mistress, does Ivan deserve a finger in his booty?"

Rachel absolutely loved when Ivan was in that pose. So confident, so cute, she just wanted to lick him from the tips of his adorable toes to the tips of his cute ears. She ran her tongue from under his scrotum, up along the base of his shaft, around the length then tongued the tip for a moment. She looked up at him when he asked about fingering his ass. "Mmmm, maybe," she said while keeping her lips on his cock. "Maybe not."