This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication, reluctance, hair pulling, bondage, sensory deprivation, and scratching. Reader discretion is advised.

Elva felt her mind grow light before she had time to react to the pain beyond a wince. Mistress’ taste was intoxicating, while the firm hold on her hair worsened Elva’s need to fight against her bonds. Another tightening of her grasp left Elva struggling to kiss Mistress back, though the sweetening of her lips drew Elva to continue through deep groans.

After several moments, Elva felt Mistress gently scrape her fingernail on her neck. A shiver left Elva breathless and unable to keep hold of Mistress’ lips.

Mistress moaned approvingly as her finger followed the contours of Elva’s collar. “You make the most wonderful sounds, kitten,” she teased as her finger came around Elva’s shoulder. “Don’t forget to breathe,” Mistress added before releasing Elva’s hair. Elva rested her head back down while her body quivered.

Next, Elva heard several clicks of Mistress’ shoes following the light scratch of her finger as it traveled to her side. ‘Ah, that… that tickles,’ Elva thought as she steadied her breathing. When Mistress added a second finger and started to trace down her ribs, a shudder forced a gasp from Elva again.

“Breathe, kitten,” Mistress whispered without pausing. Her hand had reached Elva’s waist and was nearing her hip when Mistress added another finger to her scratches. Elva’s breaths became slow and labored as Mistress passed a line on her hip that sent shivers down her spine.

Mistress softly praised, “You’re doing very well, kitten.” When her fingertips reached the side of Elva’s rear, Mistress finally pulled her hand away.

Elva only had a moment to catch her breath before she felt Mistress scratch her ribs on the opposite side. With Mistress pressing in with all her fingers, Elva struggled for air as her body shook and pulled against her unseen restraints. She felt her head growing hot and dizzy again, and Elva lost herself the flow of Mistress’ nails until they reached her hip.

Mistress added her own moan onto Elva’s before she released her clawed hand from Elva’s rear. Suddenly, Elva felt a warm pressure on her bottom that pushed her into the cushioning. “That’s not so bad, is it, kitten?” Mistress asked into Elva’s ear as she leaned onto her back.

“It’s,” Elva struggled to answer; the weight of Mistress pressing her down made it difficult to breathe, while neither her scent nor the feeling of her chest helped clear her head. “It’s not… so bad… Mi-Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Mistress whispered as she gently grasped Elva by her left rear. In a smooth motion, Mistress brought her nails back up her side again, delivering a shrill cry from Elva before Mistress ordered, “Breathe, kitten.”

‘I…I’m trying, Mistress,’ Elva tried to think as her breathing became ragged and her head spun. Mistress had already reached her ribs and grabbed hold of her right cheek. Just as one hand left her skin, the other started trekking up her side

At the following exchange, Elva felt her body grow warm and tingly. With her head spinning, she could hardly tell when Mistress changed sides; all Elva could do was whine lightly as her limbs trembled into the cushions.

Finally, Elva had a chance to catch her breath as Mistress tenderly held her sides. “You’re doing wonderfully, kitten,” Mistress whispered before lifting her chest off Elva’s back. “I think it’s time for a small reward,” she added before placing a hand on her rear and, instead of scratching Elva, slid to her crotch.

As her fingers touched her lips, Elva released a blissful cry while her body began to writhe. It was only another second before Mistress began her scratches again; the path down her ribs was slow, but Mistress dug in her nails deeper. Elva cried out in pain and then bliss as Mistress brought her fingers to her sensitive spot.

With her body trembling, Elva could only succumb to the gentle circles Mistress traced around her hood. When Mistress brought her nails to her hip, Elva shrieked as her body began to writhe while Mistress scraped past Elva’s rear and down her thigh.

“Mistress, I…I—!” Elva struggled to say before her body began to convulse. Sharp cries escaped her with ragged breaths when Mistress’ hand traveled back up to her rear. Pressing herself into the cushioning, Elva rode out the wave of heat traveling through her core. No longer able to discern where Mistress was touching her, Elva waited until, eventually, Mistress’ fingers left her skin.

“Good girl,” Mistress affectionately praised while Elva caught her breath through waning whines. “You endured your first scratching session so well, kitten.”

Elva was too dizzy to form a response; her heart fluttered, though, and she tried vainly to hide her face after being complimented.

“I think it might be time to move on from the warm-up, though,” Mistress mischievously added as she placed her fingertip on the small of Elva’s back.

“Wa-warm-up?” Elva snapped from her daze and lifted her head to look back at Mistress, forgetting the strap covering her eyes. “Wha-what do you mean by—move on, Mistress?” Elva asked, only to regret it immediately.

Mistress replied devilishly, “Oh, this,” as her nail sharpened to a tip and began dragging on Elva’s skin.

Elva screeched and clenched herself into the cushioning. She gripped the planks, but it did little to dull the pain. ‘It-it stings, Mistress!’ Elva desperately thought as she was left breathless.

“Let it sting, kitten,” Mistress replied, continuing her path up Elva’s back. “You’ve felt this bliss before, let it come again.”

‘I’ll,’ Elva’s thought was interrupted when Mistress reached her ribcage, leaving her spine to shiver. ‘I’ll,’ her thought failed to form again; Mistress’ finger had turned and slid between her ribs across to her side. ‘Oh, Brigit, I-I don’t know… if I can.’

“Yes, you can, kitten,” Mistress reassured Elva as the nail traveled down her ribs. Elva released another shriek as Mistress passed over the already tender skin. “Breathe, kitten. Breathe,” Mistress calmly ordered as her finger reached Elva’s waist.

‘Breathe,’ Elva tried to steady her breathing, but a sharp gasp set back her efforts. ‘Breathe,’ she curled her toes while pushing her forehead into the wedge as Mistress continued her path. ‘Brea—’ her nail reached Elva’s hip; with a shrill cry, her body shook as Elva felt her head tingle.

“Don’t lose yourself just yet, kitten,” Mistress said with elation as Elva’s body began to writhe. “Keep breathing,” Mistress lowered another sharpened nail to Elva’s skin.

While ragged, Elva began to take coarse breaths as she whimpered weakly. ‘Mistress, I… It’s…’ Elva sharply moaned as Mistress traveled to her thigh, leaving searing trails across her rear. ‘I can’t… take… much more.’

“Don’t worry,” Mistress reassured Elva sweetly before she added a third nail and traced back up her leg. “Just a little longer, kitten.”

Elva winced and pushed her head further into the cushion as the nails rounded her bottom. Her breathing was ragged and coarse while her head spun in circles. ‘I… I…’

“I know, kitten, I’ll take care of you,” Mistress said as she brought two rounded fingertips to Elva’s slit. “Are you ready?” she sweetly whispered while her nails scratched past Elva’s hip.

Elva struggled to suppress a screech into a whimper before she weakly nodded her head. As Mistress slowly pushed her fingers in, a harsh moan left Elva breathless as her body shuddered. ‘Oh, Mistress, I-I…’ nearly distracted from the pain, Elva hardly noticed Mistress lower the rest of her nails onto her skin.

“That’s it, kitten,” Mistress cooed as she gently penetrated Elva further. Elva quaked as her back curled into Mistress’ hand, even as her nails scraped down from her shoulders.

‘P…please,’ her fingers were so close to where Elva was sensitive, but Mistress hardly brushed past it as she retracted her fingers and inserted them again. ‘Please, Mistress, touch—,’ Mistress’ nails passed her hip once more, halting her request.

“Breathe, kitten,” Mistress shushed Elva as her moans shuddered. “Breathe, and I will.”

‘B-breathe… Breathe,’ For the next moment, Elva struggled to steady her whimpers. Mistress kept scratching and fingering her, and Elva grew dizzy as she tried to focus on her one instruction. ‘Breathe,’ Elva clenched her hands as she inhaled deeply.

“One,” Mistress counted after Elva finally managed to take a breath.

‘B-breathe,’ her shudder as she exhaled wasn’t helping, but Elva gasped for more air.

“Two,” Mistress’ fingers prodded ever so close to Elva’s bump, as if waiting for one last breath.

The scrape of Mistress’ nails on her thigh forced a shriek from Elva as her voice trembled. Hunched into the wedge, she whimpered twice in a struggle to take a breath before finally gasping deeply.

“Three,” Mistress whispered, finally pressing her fingers down onto Elva’s sensitive spot.

With a piercing shriek, Elva’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. ‘Oh, Brigit, I…I…’ Elva struggled to think as her hips began to rock into Mistress’ hand.

“That’s it, kitten,” Mistress cooed as she pressed into Elva. “Let it come.”

‘Oh, I… I’m…’ Elva could no longer tell where Mistress’ nails were dragging save for a slight tingling. With one last rock of her hip, Elva let out a quivering moan before her body began to convulse.

“Good girl,” Mistress praised as Elva dug her head into the cushioning. Her back curled into Mistress’ scratches again as Elva released another shrill groan.

‘I…’ Elva’s mind grew as dark as her vision; while her body still thrashed against her bonds and Mistress’ hands, Elva could scarcely tell one sensation from another. ‘I…’ Her body shivered as Elva gasped for air while her cries grew hoarse.

Slowly the intense sensations began to fade into a tingling that covered her body, and Elva took several shivering gasps as her trembling began to calm. Elva’s vision went from pitch-black to bright gray as the pressure around her head faded, and she closed her eyes in reflex to the intense light. A moment later, Elva’s body began to float while a comforting warmth enveloped her.

A soothing sound and a gentle touch of her hair were what Elva felt next, but she could only rest her head against the warm cushion next to her. The fog over her mind was still so heavy, and Elva nearly fell into a slumber before it finally began to lift.

“Good girl,” Elva finally heard Mistress sing to her. Her heart fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes to find Mistress’ ruby eyes peering down at her. “Welcome back, my kitten,” Mistress whispered as she stroked Elva’s hair again.

Without lifting her head, Elva closed her eyes again and nuzzled her cheek into Mistress’ chest. ‘I…I’m sleepy, Mistress.’

“Then rest for me, kitten,” Mistress cooed as Elva’s mind dimmed. “Rest, kitten. The night is almost here.”