This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of consensual intoxication, teasing, reluctance, bondage, objectification, ear play, biting, tickling, begging, and genital mentions (breasts). Reader discretion is advised.

Startled by the sudden shift in mood, Elva looked up wide-eyed and practically repeated her order. “Take off my—Oh! Uh, yes, Mistress,” Elva said as Mistress helped her up. ‘Hungry, right. I’m collared, so… oh, there’s the…’ Elva felt her head grow light and her ears tingle as Mistress took on her fruity aroma with a sly grin. After pulling her hand away, Elva looked up intently before opening her robe and letting it slip to the floor.

“Very stunning, my kitten,” Mistress cooed before Elva shyly turned her head and held her arms behind her. “Now, follow me.” Mistress lightly pinched Elva’s chin and said seductively, “I believe I mentioned my interests being vast, kitten. I’m craving some,” Mistress paused to lick her lips, “satisfaction, and we have a week this time.”

After releasing her chin, Mistress lightly tapped a gem on Elva’s collar before lowering her arm. As Mistress brought her hand back up, Elva saw her second finger was aglow in purple and pink hues. When her gaze lowered, Elva noticed a long, glowing trail hanging limply that led to her collar.

With a chuckle, Mistress walked to the door leading to the playroom. “Come along now, kitten,” Mistress sweetly ordered as the line straightened, throwing Elva balance off as it tugged her gently. “Time is wasting,” she sang as Elva found her feet in time for her to open the door.

“What—” Elva asked, stumbling after Mistress as they stepped into the playroom, “what are we going to do today, Mistress?”

Barely looking her way, Mistress gleefully replied, “Oh, so many things, my kitten.” She took a few steps and then turned to the right side of the room before commenting, “But first, I want you to ripen and ferment a bit.”

Elva blinked a few times as her steps slowed. “Uhm, ripen and f-ferment, Mistress?” she enquired as Mistress kept pulling her. “What do you mean?”

Mistress elaborated, “Like a fine wine, kitten.”

“Wi—” Elva sputtered as her mouth fell open. She halted her steps before clarifying, ‘I-I’m wine now?’ but faltered as the lead forced her forward a few more paces.

Moaning before teasing, “Best when aged,” Mistress stopped in front of a peculiar piece of black and red furniture.

Elva nervously swallowed and thought, ‘That—sounds so much worse, Mistress,’ when she halted and turned to the strange frame. It seemed simple, composed of two padded planks seamlessly crossed and propped up by a third plank that gave it a light backward lean. The shape reminded Elva of a person with their arms and legs outstretched.

Turning and smiling at Elva, Mistress sweetly ordered, “Lean your back against this, kitten.” Elva felt her heart flutter and the air warm as they shared a glance. The softness in her eyes held Elva’s breath as she hesitantly nodded and took a step forward. Slowly turning around, Elva pressed her hair into the frame, then nervously held her hands behind her and fidgeted her feet together.

Mistress further instructed, “Spread your arms and legs across the boards too, kitten,” as her smile widened. Elva nervously glanced up before complying, raising her arms and holding them anxiously against the sleek cushioning. Next, Elva looked down and slowly spread her legs, though she shivered and grimaced as she felt the cool air on her crotch. “Good girl,” Mistress praised as Elva lined up with the frame. “Now, look ahead and hold still for a moment, kitten.”

Elva held her gaze forward as Mistress casually walked to her side and out of sight. After her steps ceased, Mistress gently touched Elva’s wrists with her fingertips, followed by a tug that tightly pulled her arms out. Before Elva could turn enough to investigate, Mistress calmly ordered, “Keep looking forward, kitten. I’m almost finished.” Elva hesitantly complied and held her head straight as she felt Mistress touch her ankles next. Soon, she felt a similar tug on her legs that slid her feet out, spreading her thighs wider and straining her arms further. “Good girl,” Mistress praised as she began walking again. “You may move now, kitten.”

Pausing to blink a few times, Elva thought, ‘That already sounds like a trick,’ before confirming that she could barely struggle against her taught restraints. Looking up, she finally saw that her wrists were aglow with pink and purple glowing bands that were connected to the plank ends by illuminated strands—not unlike the lead that pulled her collar. “I can’t, Mistress,” Elva admitted as Mistress stepped back around the frame. ‘But, you already know that,’ she added upon seeing her pleased expression.

With a chuckle and a mischievous grin, Mistress teased, “And that is just how I want you, kitten.” After taking a few steps back, Mistress crossed her arms and looked over Elva before moaning with approval. “You look so pretty, kitten,” she said while slowly backing up to a padded table and casually leaning against it. “Especially how you dance when you struggle. I think I could watch you all day,” Mistress teased as she rested her chin on her knuckles and crossed her ankles.

Pondering her implication, Elva blinked a few more times as she watched Mistress get comfortable. ‘She—you don’t expect me to struggle—all day, right?’ Mistress did not respond to Elva’s thought beyond donning a wide grin and a light head tilt. Elva nervously swallowed before clarifying, ‘All—all day?’ Mistress only giggled in response, leaving Elva to anxiously shiver as she playfully bit her lip and widened her smile further.

Releasing a deep sigh and bracing herself, Elva closed her eyes and grimaced as she struggled in vain against her restraints. No force would budge her bonds, but Elva continued to try and pull her arms and legs free. Much to Mistress’ amusement, as Elva could hear her snicker over her own grunts. It was only a short time, though, before Elva grew hot and tired, stopping to pant as she relaxed into the bands. Mistress chuckled again as Elva opened her eyes to watch her approach. She teased, “Oh, you are just too cute, kitten. Don’t worry, I won’t make you dance all day.” Elva felt her head grow light as she stepped up to the frame, her chin practically resting in Mistress’ cleavage. With a hungry smile, she leaned to Elva’s right side, tucked a lock of her hair, and whispered, “I have much more fun in store for those pretty, flushed ears of yours.”

Elva’s eyes shot open as she swiftly turned her head, but Mistress gently pinched her chin and held her gaze forward. “W-wait, what about—” she tried to ask in a fluster, but her spine shivered and tingled as Mistress tilted her head then softly blew on her, ‘what-what is she going to do to my ears??’

Gently shushing Elva with a fingertip on her lips, Mistress softly replied, “Don’t fret, kitten. I’ll take good care of them,” before lightly nipping the right lobe.

Squealing at the strange sensation, Elva felt her knees buckle as she pushed herself into the padding. ‘Wha-what? Why does…’ whining and trembling, the gentle tugs of Mistress’ teeth sent her head spinning as Elva writhed against her bonds. After a long moment, Mistress released her grasp and gave Elva time to deeply sigh before moving up her ear. Elva bit her lip in a vain attempt to halt her whimpers as Mistress pulled on the sensitive skin.

Hardly giving Elva time to try thinking, Mistress lifted her teeth again and moved on to the top of her ear. Her arms and legs trembling already, Elva let go of her lip and softly groaned as Mistress continued her kneads. Moaning in approval as Elva began to shudder, Mistress raised her lips then slid her fingers back to cup Elva’s neck and pull her cheeks into her chest. As Elva deeply panted, Mistress tilted her head then whispered into her left ear, “You’re doing wonderfully, kitten,” before nibbling the top more firmly.

Elva gently shrieked, curling her toes and clenching her fists as the more intense nibbles forced her body to thrash, however vainly. Her face burned as she pushed into the warm softness of Mistress’ chest, fogging her thoughts further. “Mh-Mistress,” Elva moaned as Mistress' teeth roughly massaged her, steadily traveling down the side until reaching her lobe. Upon feeling the next pinch, Elva quivered as her head fell limp, leaving Mistress to pull her ear before holding her more firmly. Biting her lip again as the tense tug made her head light, Elva continued to whimper and shiver as Mistress firmly worked her earlobe. ‘It’s just my… Why is it…’ a sharper gnaw forced Elva to release her lip and gently cry out, her eyelids fluttering and her chest heaving as she struggled for breath.

Finally, Mistress opened her mouth and let her ear go. As her head was pulled back into Mistress’ bust, Elva thrilled and gasped for air while she became aware of the pleasant warmth in her chest and cheeks. Moaning in approval, Mistress leaned down further before praising, “You make the sweetest sounds, kitten.” Her breath tickled Elva’s skin, Mistress reminded her, “Don’t forget to breathe,” before tilting her chin up and nipping her neck.

Gaping for air, Elva melted into Mistress’ hands as her head fell back, shivering at each light pinch as she slowly traveled above her collar. When Mistress reached the other side of Elva’s throat, she hardly paused before tracing back below her collar, more deliberately kneading her skin this time. Thrashing harder against her bonds, Elva groaned deeply as Mistress’ touches kept her head spinning and made her sensitive places ache. “M-Mistress,” Elva muttered through deep breaths as her eyes squinted open, “could you—please—”

Before Elva could finish her request, Mistress cupped her cheek and placed a finger over her mouth. Hushing Elva gently, Mistress released her teeth and cooed, “Patience, kitten. You’ve hardly ripened enough.” Elva held her lip and groaned in frustration as Mistress finished the line across her neck with three more slow bites. Holding her chest out, Elva hoped Mistress would nip her breasts next; instead, she let go of Elva’s cheek and slid her hand up her arm. A series of drawn-out pinches on her left shoulder left Elva shuddering again; though, as Mistress moved up her arm, Elva grimaced as her yearning only grew. She found some relief when Mistress turned down at her elbow, and Elva found the nibbles nearing her underarm much more distracting. Too distracting, for Elva failed to acknowledge Mistress quietly giggling before ever so lightly pinching her pit.

Shrieking out in surprise, Elva tried to pull away as her body spasmed and her cry abated to a shrill giggle. “W-why did you do that, Mistress?!” Elva questioned between choppy breaths as she tried to calm herself.

With glee, Mistress replied, “Ohh?!” as her hands slid down to Elva’s ribs. “What’s wrong?? Are you a little,” she teased before playfully scratching her underarms, “sensitive, kitten?”

“No-no!” Elva shouted before her pleas were overtaken by laughter. Mistress’ fingertips sent tingles rippling across her body as they danced on her skin, forcing the air from Elva in wailing cackles. “P-please—Mi—!” Elva begged just before Mistress finally ceased her tickling and caressed Elva tenderly.

Chuckling as Elva’s titters waned, Mistress cooed, “My apologies, kitten. I simply couldn’t help myself.” She added, “Allow me to tease you less cruely,” before lowering her teeth next to Elva’s left breast. Her quieting giggles were quickly silenced by a sharp gasp as Elva shuddered to the firm grasp. Mistress did not linger long, and before Elva could enjoy the sensation, she moved her teeth under her bud. Moaning at the brief, sensual hold, Elva held her lip as Mistress moved again, pinching the ribs just under her chest.

Elva felt her crotch burn as Mistress lazily traveled further down, tenderly working the sensitive skin across her stomach. Gently whining as her body struggled against her bonds, Elva rocked her hips to try and give Mistress direction when she reached her waist. However, Mistress only drifted to the right and lightly pinched the skin leading to her leg. When her hip was grasped, Elva whimpered before her eyes crept open. She finally pleaded through labored breaths, “Please, Mistress, I-I need you to—touch me.”

As Mistress raised her teeth and looked up at Elva, she teasingly asked with a sly grin, “Am I not already touching you, kitten?” Hardly looking down, she knelt to bite Elva’s inner thigh, drawing a shrill moan as her desire grew.

Her head fell back and her eyes fluttered shut before Elva could respond. Bracing herself and looking back down, Elva muttered, “P-please, touch me wh-where I’m—s-sensitive, Mistress.” Rocking her hips more deliberately, Elva pouted her lips as she struggled to look at Mistress while making her plea.