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Ophelia kneels on the floor beside Samantha's chair. Said woman is cutting up a chicken breast into smaller pieces for Ophelia. She has a pillow underneath her bottom for added support, something that Samantha said she should use. She circles back to earlier, how Samantha had explained that she was a domme and wanted Ophelia to be her little girl.
"As my submissive, you wouldn't be called Ophelia unless you get in trouble." Samantha is seated again, out of Ophelia's personal space. "You like the name, sweetheart, yes?" She had readily agreed. "Then I would also call you my little girl or good girl. We can work on names later if you agree to be my submissive." Then Samantha said something that made her go red. "I find pleasure in making you feel comfortable and cared for. It makes me happy to see you happy." Samantha rubs a hand down her thigh, smoothing a wrinkle in her slacks. "You may not find pleasure in being cared for like this, but there are other ways a submissive can receive their pleasure."
"Ophelia, are you ready to begin now?" She's shaken from her thoughts by Samantha gently tapping her shoulder.
She raises her head, blinking. "Yes, ma'am." The older woman absolutely beams.
"I made creamy tucson chicken for dinner, if you eat enough, you may have dessert." She lowers a spoonful of the chicken with sauce to Ophelia's mouth. "Open wide for me sweetheart." Her cheeks burn but Ophelia opens her mouth, closing it around the spoon. "Good girl!" Samantha gushes, spooning some more and feeding it to Ophelia again.
Surprisingly, her anxiety and nerves aren't as heightened as they were earlier. Ophelia chalks it up to the 2 glasses of wine she had. She would have drank 3 glasses, but Samantha cut her off, claiming that Ophelia didn't need to be tipsy for her first time playing.
She chews the delicious chicken, closing her eyes at the burst of flavor on her tongue. It tasted amazing! She watches as Samantha eats some, allowing Ophelia to swallow. "It's really good." She mummers, eyes downcast.
A hand lowers to her head, "I'm glad you like it." Samantha feeds her a few more bites and then reaches for the glass of water. "Be careful, okay, let me help you so you don't make a mess." She helps to tip Ophelia's head back, thumb on her bottom lip, caressing the soft skin.
Ophelia opens her mouth, feeling the rim of the glass. She locks gazes with Samantha, watching the other concentrate on pouring a small amount of water into her mouth. Ophelia swallows, taking in more water. She goes to reach for the glass, wanting more, but Samantha places a hand over hers.
"Ah-ah, let me do it." She places Ophelia's hand on her knee. Ophelia tries not to feel embarrassed but it's difficult.
Dinner continues like this for 20 more minutes until the plate is clear. Samantha makes sure Ophelia is full before standing from the table. "Wait here."
She waits, watching the redhead leave her field of vision. Ophelia watches the kitchen, hearing the sink run with water and the fridge open. Soon, Samantha returns, a small plate in her hand.
"I have cheesecake." Ophelia jumps a bit, attention fixed on the plate. She loved cheesecake, it was even better with caramel drizzled over the top. "I added caramel, just how you like it."
She gapes, open-mouthed at the older woman. "You remembered?"
"Of course, I remembered my baby girl's favorite dessert." She playfully pokes Ophelia on the nose who smiles, unconsciously scooting closer. "What kind of domme would I be if I didn't remember?" Ophelia doesn't know if she's supposed to answer that. Luckily, Samantha chooses for her. She lowers the fork to her mouth, caramel covered cheesecake waiting to be eaten. "Say ah."
"Ahh." Ophelia eagerly opens her mouth for the cheesecake. She ignores the voice in the back of her head shouting at her that this is abnormal behavior. How was being fed a good meal wrong? Ophelia didn't have to do anything except be the perfect doll for Samantha. It was easy.
She moans at the first bite, caramel spreading over her tongue. She shivers, leaning up on her knees and placing her hands on the older woman's knees. "More."
"What do you say, Ophelia?" Samantha straightens, taking the plate away. She stares down at Ophelia with fondness.
Ophelia sucks in a breath. "Can I have more please?"
Delight sparkles in the older woman's blue gaze. "Yes, open up."
She does so, happiness oozing from her. She tries to climb higher, chasing the cheesecake when Samantha lifts it further away from her. A pout forms on her lips when the redhead takes a big bite of the cheesecake. Ophelia thought it was all hers. Obviously, that was wishful thinking on her part.
"Calm down, sweet girl, you'll get your dessert." Samantha taps her finger on Ophelia's hand that is fisted on the redhead's knee. "Sit back down and be patient."
She reluctantly lowers back down, keeping her hands at her sides. Ophelia is rewarded with a larger bite than the last. She waits as the fork is lowered and the cheesecake is fed to her. She chews, savoring the creamy goodness.
They continue for a few more minutes. Samantha dropped small phrases like 'such a good eater' and 'chew then swallow, baby girl.' Ophelia enjoys it all. She leans into the hand that pats her head, stomach full and content.
She is told to remain kneeling at the table while Samantha disappears from view back to the kitchen. She waits patiently, staring off into space. Soon footsteps come back and a hand rubs her back. "Sleepy?"
Ophelia blinks rapidly, finding that she's slumped against the leg of the table. She didn't realize she had rested her head. "No." She goes to stand but stops, Samantha's words from earlier echoing in her head.
"Ophelia, there are rules we need to go over, but for now just focus on these 3 tonight." Samantha refills Ophelia's glass. She tries not to be hasty when she makes a grab for it but ultimately knows she failed. Uncertainty weighs heavily on her shoulders.
"Rule number one, wait for me to give you an order. If I tell you to sit and wait, don't get up until I release you from the spot." She thought that was easy enough. "Number two, don't talk back. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me by saying yellow. If you want to stop, say red."
Ophelia raises her hand, not wanting to interrupt the other. Samantha frowns, "Ophelia you don't have to raise your hand, you're not a student."
"Sorry. I didn't want to interrupt you." She scoots forward in her chair to be nearer to the table. Her leg bounces. "That's the stop light system, right?"
Samantha grins, "Yes. I'm assuming that's all you know about the D/s world?" Ophelia gives her an awkward thumbs up, taking a gulp of her wine. "Don't worry. If you enjoy tonight and wish to continue this relationship, you'll learn more about domme's and submissives."
"What about our friendship? We can't be friends if this doesn't work out?" Ophelia can't see her friendship with Samantha continuing. She imagines the two of them avoiding each other and Ophelia running around corners just to escape the woman's presence. She had done that 2 months ago, but within that time, she's come to love being around Samantha. The redhead was funny, caring, and passionate about her job. Sometimes Ophelia felt inferior standing beside the older woman who had her life together, who knew what she wanted and didn't let anyone tell her otherwise. She feels a deep sadness in her chest at the mere thought of losing Samantha.
"I will still be your friend no matter what." A hand is placed over hers. "Tell me your thoughts. You look troubled, sweetheart." She keeps her mouth closed, unwilling to voice her concerns. "Ophelia, we can't do this if both of us aren't completely honest with the other."
She takes her hand away from Samantha's. "You say that we will remain friends, but you don't know that. What if this goes wrong and we hate each other?" Ophelia stares at the older woman, "Doing this with a coworker is one thing, but I consider you a close friend, that pain is worse."
"I understand your concerns." Samantha clears her throat, "I like you Ophelia, I like you more than a friend should." She looks away, cheeks a dark red. "Being around you makes me immensely happy, so my feelings toward you won't change." She turns back to Ophelia, eyes shining.
Ophelia outstretches her hand, grasping hers. "Alright, we can try it out." She sighs, downing the last of the wine in her glass. "What is rule number three?" Ophelia feels that now isn't the time to discuss Samantha's confession. Samantha liked Ophelia more than a friend. Did that possibly mean she wanted to date?
Samantha squeezes her hand, "Rule three, nothing sexual will happen unless you say so." She drops Ophelia's hand. "It's your choice, your body. I won't force you into a sexual relationship."
"My choice?" Ophelia repeats, surprised.
"This will be strictly mental and not physical. I need a girl to take care of and you need someone to take care of you." Samantha stands, taking their wine glasses away. Ophelia watches her go. "If you want this to become physical, I don't mind, but it's an important discussion that we need to have." She stands at the sink, shoulders tensed. "I won't touch you inappropriately or in a sexual manner without your explicit permission."
Ophelia stands from her chair, hands inside the pockets of her sweatpants. "Samantha..." She turns at the sound of her voice, face neutral. Ophelia's thoughts swirl, everything inside of her is rioting. Questions form but she can't formulate the words. So she does the one thing that doesn't need thought. She drops to her knees and kneels beside the chair that Samantha had vacated. "I'm ready."
The expression of glowing pride on Samantha's face will forever be seared into Ophelia's eyes. "Okay, sweetheart."
Ophelia remains on the floor in her position, awaiting direction from Samantha. She stares up at the redhead, hands placed in her lap.
"Good correction, Ophelia." Samantha caresses her flushed cheek. "I have to grade some essays, are you able to keep this up for a few hours?"
She thinks about it. Ophelia could handle it, it wasn't that bad. She had a pillow so her bottom wasn't sore or numb, yet. "Yes, I can do it."
"Good girl, you may stand." Samantha watches her rise off the ground, shaking out her legs. She smirks, grabbing hold of Ophelia's arm. She bridges the gap between their bodies, nose inches from touching the younger woman's. "Go wait by the couch."
Ophelia does as asked, going to stand beside the couch. She stands at the right side, it's the side that Samantha usually sits at when they hang out. Trying to stand still, Ophelia flexes her toes, rocking back and forth to stretch out her legs. Samantha walks down the hallway but reappears seconds later with her satchel. She sets it on the coffee table, pulling a huge stack of papers out. There's a handful of red ink pens poking out of the satchel alongside the stark whiteness.
Her mouth opens slightly. That was a lot. Samantha said 'some' essays, not a hundred. Noticing her expression Samantha spreads out the stack into 6 smaller piles. "I have 6 classes, so this may take a while." Her smile is devious, eyes crinkled at the corners. She sits down, grabs a stack and places it on her lap. "Will you hand me a pen?"
She springs into action, choosing a red ink pen and handing it to Samantha. "Here you go."
"Thank you, sweet girl." The older woman points down at her feet. "Sit." Ophelia falls to her knees, hands folded in her lap. "Good, you're doing great sweetheart."
A hand runs down her shoulder then climbs up and grasps the back of Ophelia's neck. She swallows, turning to gaze up at Samantha. "You're so pretty like this." A thumb catches on her lips. Ophelia involuntarily licks her lips when the thumb moves to her cheek. Samantha's pupils expand minutely. "So pretty, like a doll." Her hand disappears, "Be good and you'll get a reward after this."
No need to tell her twice. Ophelia hopes the reward is another slice of cheesecake, she smiles imagining. After shifting for a moment, Ophelia finds a comfortable position and remains still. She breathes slowly, trying hard not to hunch her shoulders. She felt like that would make her lose brownie points.
At first, Ophelia just looks around the living room. She's been in the apartment several times and always noticed something else. This time, she notices the lack of warmth in the space. Like actual heat. It was surprisingly cold in Samantha's apartment, which is unusual. Ophelia never gets cold in here.
Now that she thinks about it, Ophelia is always offered a blanket. She wasn't offered one tonight. Her face pinches into a frown. Was it another test? To see if she would break the silence and ask? Ophelia internally scoffs, Samantha would lose this game. Ophelia was going to get her reward.
Minutes go by, although Ophelia can't tell how much time has passed. There's no clock in the living room and her phone was taken and placed on the kitchen counter. The only way she can tell how much time has passed is by counting. It worked for 10 minutes then Ophelia became tired of counting to 60 repeatedly. The sound of rustling paper starts to burn her ears. So far only 3 papers have been placed where the first stack was previously.
She bemoans how boring this is, staring off into space. It seems like forever until Samantha grabs the second stack. She hasn't touched Ophelia yet, and she tries not to be annoyed. The older woman couldn't keep her hands to herself most of the time, and now Ophelia isn't worth a head pat.
It's on the third stack of essays when Ophelia can no longer feel her legs underneath her, and she has created the perfect scenario in her head. She's fighting a war, the last fire mage needed to restore peace to the land. So far the story is great, it's kept her attention. At the moment, she's in a war meeting about defeating the dark mage, when suddenly Samantha's legs move. Ophelia watches out of the corner of her eye as the legs stretch out, bones popping. Samantha gives a satisfied noise, crossing her legs at the ankle and setting them on top of the coffee table.
Concentration completely broken, Ophelia is reminded of the harsh ache in her own legs. She can't fight the scowl that rises to her face. She digs her fingers into the meat of her thigh, hoping to stop the dull numb soreness. A pang zips up her foot, and she yelps.
Ophelia pales, lowering her head. Maybe Samantha is too focused on grading to even consider that Ophelia might make a sound.
"Sweetheart?" Samantha's soft voice shatters the quiet.
She flinches, slowly turning to look at the redhead. "Yes ma'am?"
"Is something wrong?" She caps the pen, giving Ophelia her full attention.
"N-no, not at all." Ophelia looks to the left, thinking of anything to say. "Just bit my tongue."
Samantha's face is perplexed, "Are you sure? Do you want a sip of water?"
"Yes, I'm thirsty." She rejoices, mentally fist-pumping that Samantha gave her an out.
The look of perplexity changes, "Go get some." Samantha gestures for Ophelia to stand.
"Umm, me?" Ophelia knows she won't be able to stand. Her legs have no feeling and she's pretty sure if she attempts to stand her legs will give out instantly.
"Yes, you." Samantha points toward the kitchen. "Go on."
Again, Ophelia doesn't move. "Never mind, I'm not thirsty." She shakes her head, a helpless smile on her lips. "I was just..."
"Just what?" Samantha leans forward. "Did you lie to me, Ophelia?" Her face blanks, Ophelia tries to think of anything but the look of exasperation on Samantha makes her wobble.
"No. No, I wouldn't do that." Ophelia looks down and then instantly knows she fucked up. Samantha had told her she knows when Ophelia is lying because she looks down. She takes a chance and glances up. Samantha has clear irritation in her eyes. Totally fucked up.
"Ophelia, you have lied twice now." The older woman takes the stack of essays from her lap and sets them aside to sit up from the couch. "Look at me."
She does so, shivering. "I-" Samantha lifts a hand to stop her.
"Tell me why you lied." Samantha cups her cheek. "Good girls don't lie. Don't you want to be my good girl?"
Internally, Ophelia thinks it's wrong of Samantha to hold that over her head. Of course, she wanted to be good! That was the whole point of this after all. Wasn't it? "I didn't want to bother you." She plays with her hands nervously, feeling the truth pour out of her. "I can't feel my legs but I wanted to be quiet." She starts breathing fast, her heart rate quickening. "Then when I tried to move, my foot hurt so I yelled, but I'm fine now!" She shakes her head, pleading. "I'm sorry I lied. It was wrong and I know better than to lie to you, but I didn't want to get in trouble."
"By wanting to prevent yourself from getting in trouble, you still got in trouble." Samantha's irritation and annoyance with Ophelia are clear. "You should have said something. I never said you couldn't speak." She smiles gently, cupping both of Ophelia's cheeks in her warm hands. "You need to pay attention to the directions I give you. All I said was to sit. I didn't say how you could sit or if you couldn't talk. You made those choices on your own."
Ophelia knows she is right but it doesn't lessen the sting of shame. "I understand."
"You'll still receive a punishment for lying to me." Samantha drops her hands but they come back to hold Ophelia under the armpits. "But first, let's get you up here."
Together they work to get Ophelia on the couch. Once she is, the prickling needle-like sensation of blood flowing in her legs is triggered. "Ow, ow." Ophelia presses her hands into her legs hoping to stave off the feeling. "Can this count as a punishment?"
The redhead chuckles, she takes one of Ophelia's legs and places it across her lap. She massages the limb, digging in with her thumbs. "No way, this is nothing. Your punishment is going to be drawn out." Her grin is sneaky but Ophelia moans softly, ignoring it in favor of the free massage.
"I am actually thirsty by the way," Ophelia reclines back on the arm of the couch, sighing out another moan. "That feels so good." Samantha's hands keep working, bringing the other leg up onto her lap as well.
"We'll get something to drink soon." A hand brushes Ophelia's hand that rests on her stomach. She opens her eyes to see Samantha watching her. "Do you want a snack too?"
"Yes, I'd like that." Ophelia feels her face flush but doesn't care. There wasn't a point when Samantha wanted this. Wanted to take care of Ophelia in return for her obedience. She just had to come to terms with it.
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