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“This isn't exactly what I had in mind when you said 'Netflix and Chill'." Tania crossed her legs, lazily hanging them over the armrest while she slumped up against her girlfriend. The TV's screen's illumination brought to life her blonde hair, tanned skin, and bored in the shadowed room.

Kiara sighed. “First of all, I asked if you wanted to watch something on Crunchyroll with me."

“It's the same thing, right? I figured you were just trying to be cute."

The bigger woman smiled. “Being cute is your thing," she said, pulling her girlfriend close. Tiana purred like a cat in her embrace, rubbing her head against Kiara's lap like she was fluffing a pillow. It was, sadly, the most excitable Tania ever acted since they started watching Fieren.

“If I knew you were serious I wouldn't have worn my G-string," Tania argued.

Kiara nodded, scratching her girlfriend's head. With a glance, she could see the black g-string in question. Ever the exhibitionist, Tania had stripped out of her hotpants the moment Kiara let her inside. Normally she didn't wear panties, arguing they were too restrictive. Kiara bit her lip at the thought. The only restrictions Tania liked were under her thumb. “Were you hoping I stripped it off you? Or ordered you to strip?"

A knowing smug look gazed back up to Kiara. “Maaaybe," she teased behind her growing blush.

“Tania."

“Ok, fine." Tania rolled her eyes, “What can I say? It's more fun when you tell me to do stuff."

“Like watching this show with me?"

Her cheeks puffed in lieu of any retort. Kiara couldn't blame her. Unlike herself, Tania was forward with what she wanted. If she wished to be seen then she'd dress as provocatively as possible. If she wished for friends, she'd slip into any local group like a chameleon. And if she wanted to fuck, well, before Kiara she could have any man or woman she wanted. Even now Kiara wondered how a plump introverted girl like her was fortunate enough to have a party girl like Tania.

However, she had her limits. “I have something planned, but I want to watch this first. I think you'll like it."

“Why do you think that?" her girlfriend asked.

Kiara had an answer on the tip of her tongue. It slipped into the void when she gave it voice, leaving her mouth open in silence until she returned to watching the show. It wasn't fair to assume that Tania would like it because she did. Kiara had hoped so.

“So what's this show about again?" Tania asked after a moment. “She's an elf, and it's a fantasy show?"

“She's an old elf, looking for powerful spells, and realizing that time moves differently for her than other people. Fieren, despite being the strongest mage, can't defeat time and is now realizing that the present is important. It's really deep."

“Did that chest just eat her?" Tania asked.

“Yeah. It's a mimic. She gets tricked by them a lot." Kiara cringed with second-hand embarrassment. It wasn't the first time her efforts to describe the rich trove of anime fell apart by a problematic scene. She expected it wouldn't be the last either. Anime, especially the genres she enjoyed, couldn't shake its roots.

The glass cabinet of figurines behind the couch would call her a hypocrite if she said otherwise. Tania, bored of the TV, squinted over at Kiara's collection. “Do you have a favorite doll?" She asked, trying to steer the topic away from the show.

“Not really," Kiara said without much thought. Her eyes were glued to the screen.

“None at all?" Tiana pressed. Repeating with a snap of her fingers at Kiara's silence. A cheeky smug grin formed when Kiara reaffirmed herself. Whatever she had in mind, Kiara ignored her to watch the magic unfold on her screen.

“Are you sure? You don't have a favorite doll?" Tiana's fingertips climbed up her lover's arm, “One with tattoos and a killer tan?"

“Is that what you're proposing?" Kiara asked, pausing the TV. “To be my doll?"

“Aren't I already? You play with me enough. Unless you play with those more." She nudged over to the cabinet in question.

As much as Kiara wanted to correct her girlfriend that those were collectibles, not dolls, an important distinction, Tiana's pouting gave her an idea. Internally she swore to herself for giving in to her partner's demands. She was supposed to be in charge, not the bratty tease resting on her lap. Kiara did have a plan for the evening, however, so it couldn't hurt to start it early.

“And I should play with my doll?" Kiara trailed her finger across Tiana's bare neck, imagining the collar she so desperately wanted. “Rather than enjoy my favorite show?"

“I think it'd be more fun than watching some silly elf almost get eaten by treasure chests."

Kiara, in feigned outrage, pulled Tiana's head back by her hair. “You're being uppity tonight."

“Can you blame me?" Tiana said. Her bratty nature erupted to the surface. Kiara, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of winning, held back her smile.

“Yes." Kiara got up, pulling her girlfriend along with her. “And I think it's high time I put my favorite doll to work." Tiana looked up to her girlfriend and mistress with a look that said she won. Kiara looked forward to seeing it falter.

Like her living, Kiara's bedroom carried an assortment of figurines and anime memorabilia. Unlike her living room, there were more obvious signs of bondage and kink gear lying about. From a cuffs system under her mattress, a set of restraints on her door, and even a thick metal ring wedged into the wall for suspension. Before dating Tiana, Kiara preferred to keep the items hidden in shame, not believing anyone would like it as much as she did. Tiana, kneeling unprompted beside her king-sized bed, proved her wrong.

“Strip," Kiara ordered with as much cold authority as she could muster. She needed to, no, wanted to sound disappointed. Frustrated that Tiana forced her hand. Her girlfriend undressed herself quickly, even discarding the g-string she wanted her mistress to remove for her. Her tribal tattoos looked positively divine in the purple lights Kiara flicked on.

From her closet grabbed an assortment of cuffs and a single pair of thigh-high high-heeled boots. Tiana knew to put them on right away, looking up to her mistress with a playful smirk while she locked the restraints on. A pair for her wrists, a pair for her upper arms, and one pair that the blue-eyed bombshell held up in confusion.

“Those are for your thighs, pet." Kiara stripped out of her sweatshirt and pants, revealing a punky crop top with a chest window covered by studded buckles. No amount of domineering mindset could stop her blushing when Tania purred at the sight of it.

“You were wearing that the entire time?"

“I did have a plan, pet," Kiara said with mock innocence, “You forced my hand. And if you don't get set up you'll force it literally."

Seeing no better way to punish an impatient sub, Kiara took her time with the rest of her outfit. Slowly she pulled up her black stockings, followed by a matching skirt. Meticulous click after click locked her boots in place, strapping them on with one foot between Tiana's spread legs. Even a brat like her knew to kneel properly when waiting. Eager subs took to lessons quickly.

Ordering Tiana to face the wall, Kiara pulled a few more assorted items from her drawers. A blindfold, an inflatable gag, a latex hood, a dildo, and, last but not least, her girlfriend's collar. Starting as part of a set, the black leather circle matched her cuff set perfectly. Some day she and Tiana would get a more custom collar. Maybe a day collar too? The thought of her girlfriend walking around with a subtle mark of her submission to her nearly made her squeak with joy.

“What do you call me when this braces your neck?" Kiara asked, locking the leather collar around her girlfriend's neck. Never tight enough to risk any danger, nor loose enough to let it bounce as she walked. It stood perfectly between, in a way Tiana described as feeling it with every breath.

Tiana let loose a shuddering sigh, shaking her body of nerves and excitement. “Mistress."

“Good girl." Kiara pulled the blindfold over her girlfriend's eyes before latching a leash to her collar. Once the wrist cuffs were secured to the thighs she led the pretty beach babe up.

“Oh, we're going for a walk?" Tiana giggled excitedly at the door's creak. “Around your house? Oh, are we going outside? I didn't know you had an exhibitionist streak, Mistress."

While Kiara had the authority to tell Tiana to be quiet, she let her keep guessing. Better to build up expectations for her surprise. Returning to the living room she made Tiana face the wall and then opened her figurine display case. Inside was an extendable pole clothing stand she'd bought for cosplay that never was, situated perfectly in a space between her figures. A space just Tiana's size.

“Over here, be careful," Kiara led her pet to the stand once the dildo was secured, leaving it low enough that Tiana could step inside and turn around unhindered. Satisfied, Kiara looped a metal bar through the space between her pet's elbows, locking them in place. Tiana's questions rose to a surprised gasp at the slow, treacherously careful, rise of the dildo as Kiara lifted the rod, penetrating Tiana like the many stands of her figurines.

“So this is how it's going to work," Kiara said, pressing a finger to Tiana's lips to silence her after pulling the blindfold off. “I'm going to continue watching my show. You are going to stand here amongst the rest of my dolls. Still, silent, and pretty. If you can do that, I might just play with you when I'm finished."

“Can't you play with me now?" Tiana pouted with a half-smile. Kiara's heart skipped and her face grew red, leading Tiana to flutter her eyes as she reeled her mistress in.

“N-No!" Kiara snapped, shaking her head violently. “No. No. Gosh, you are a handful. Luckily, I came prepared."

Tiana's blonde hair vanished under the thick latex hood. It covered her face and her skin, leaving only those pretty blue eyes and soft lips currently biting themselves in anticipation.

“This is new." Tiana's tone waivered. Whether it was because of the dildo shoved deep into her or the extra attire seemed unclear. “Is this like that one guy in that old movie? What did they call him? A gimp?"

“Dolls don't talk." Kiara looped the blindfold back on. It was designed for the hood, fitting seamlessly over the eye holes without a sliver of open space. Tiana's next words were cut off thanks to the rubber inflatable gag slipped into her mouth. Once secured with straps, Kiara squeezed the air pump enough to ensure Tiana couldn't weasel her way out with cute if muffled words. Knowing her girlfriend, Kiara made sure it stretched to the max.

She distanced herself in admiration of her work. The faded light of the TV screen helped accentuate the tribal tattoos of her new doll. The doll writhed subtly. Soft twitches, a pull at her bindings, and even twisting her head to find her mistress. None of this would do at all.

“My dolls are still." Kiara ran the edge of her crop along her new doll's stomach, trailing up to circle the breasts. “They are quiet. They only exist to look pretty, not to distract me. Do. You. Understand?" Each word of her question came with an emphasizing smack across her doll's sensitive bits. Once to each breast and the final just above her clit. The snap of her crop came followed by gagged grunts and chattering chains, earning more chiding and strikes until Tiana understood to stay still.

“Good," Kiara whispered. Rubbing aloe between her fingers, Kiara applied it over the sore marks of punishment. “Now, I'm going to watch one more episode. If you can be a good doll until then, we'll play. Don't worry about the case, I'll keep it open. This time."

The image of Tiana behind a glass door whilst hooded and bound lingered in the back of Kiara's mind as she sat against the couch. Still, motionless, and trapped to be her object. Her property. She couldn't go a minute without looking back to her prized possession, both out of concern she was alright, and a yearning desire to play with her. Yet the rules were set, and she had to abide by them lest she break her authority.

Yet the ideas lingered. Tiana was energetic. Hyper to the point that she might have missed an ADHD diagnosis as a child. It was what made her bondage click. It forced her to stay still, to bend to another's will and be their pretty thing. Kiara slipped her fingers underneath her skirt, teasingly rubbing her engorged clit at the thought of what other ways she could bind her girlfriend.

“Maybe a coffee table?" She thought, imagining her girlfriend bound to kneel before her. Back straight to balance a pane of glass across her back. “Maybe a chair?" Kiara mused, thinking back to the specialty furniture she'd seen once when browsing for toys. One chair had a hole for the submissive's head to force them against the sitter's crotch. Perfect for streaming nights when Tiana didn't want to watch.

She didn't need special gear. Kiara had seen enough porn to know one could be a chair with enough rope. The ties would be tough, but the idea of using her girlfriend as a relaxing chair gave her shudders when a finger slipped inside her.

She stopped herself for a moment, remembering the show she put on. Half the episode had passed. Kiara almost let loose a sigh when she heard a rhythmic wet sound and subtle breathing. Looking behind her she found Tiana trying to bounce with her one-bar prison.

“What did I say about being a good doll?" Kiara said rhetorically, grabbing her riding crop as she twisted around the couch. Tiana stopped but the damage was done.

“Are you not a good doll?" she asked, trailing the crop's edge along Tiana's stomach. The gimp shook her head. “So why are you trying to get off? Good dolls are supposed to be still."

Kiara snapped the crop carefully across her girlfriend's body. Fists clenched and muscles tensed, but she remained still. “Oh, are we learning now?" She asked, earning another nod which earned Tiana another snap. “Apparently not. Good dolls stay still and look pretty. You may have gotten the latter down perfectly but the former needs work. But I'm merciful. I'll give you another chance with the next episode. So behave."

The second episode went without her notice. Kiara was too focused on her partner's determined efforts to stay still. That and her self-pleasure at the attempts. Tiana faltered from time to time. Small failures like readjusting herself or loosening her posture. To Kiara's delight, Tiana stopped trying to pleasure herself. All it took was another twenty-two-minute episode and some tough love to get her on track.

Kiara let a third episode play. Just to be sure that Tiana took her commands seriously, or to torment her a little. Just because she considered herself a gentle domme didn't mean she couldn't be cruel when the situation called for it. Besides, by the third episode, Tiana became still. Ramrod stiff with subtle breaths to imply she was a living being underneath the latex hood. A perfect doll, just as she wanted.

She turned the TV off when the episode ended. Flicking the lights on, Kiara took a moment to admire Tiana before removing the gag.

“Are you ready to play with your mistress?" She asked, cupping the hooded cheek.

Tiana's next words were focused yet absent as if she were in a trance. “This doll wants to be good for Mistress," she said.

Giddy goosebumps crawled up Kiara's spine. She'd fallen into subspace. All it took was a firm hand, a strict order, and patience. Bracing her doll's cheeks with both hands, Kiara stepped to the tips of her toes for a kiss. Their tongues tangled together, Tiana's meager resistance existing only to push Kiara's conquest further.

A single rope of spit broke under gravity as she stepped off and wiped her mouth. “You…this doll has been very good." Kiara corrected herself. “In fact, I think this doll is my favorite. And it's time I play with my favorite doll."

A pitched moan slipped from Tiana when the dildo withdrew. Her legs shivered, requiring Kiara to hold her steady as she stepped out. Ensuring her doll could stand, Kiara latched a leash to the collar to lead her on. She guided her from behind in case her blinded pet fell, whispering sweet nothings at what would come next.

“The hood stays on."

***

“So that lady's magic is that she can cut anything she believes she can cut?" Tiana asked, huddled up against her girlfriend's chest.

“I think? I'm not sure I understand it." Kiara held her phone for them both to see. Tiana insisted they watch more of the show as part of their cooldown. Given the prospect of getting to cuddle and watch anime, as she originally intended, Kiara agreed. Apparently, all it took to get Tiana invested was to get her off. Given how horny she'd been earlier, Kiara couldn't blame her.

She could and most certainly did tease her for it.

“Look, I don't meditate often so I needed to focus on something to keep myself still. Your show helped."

“Sure it did," Kiara pecked her girlfriend's cheek. “Maybe I should keep you cuffed before we start next time."

The blonde's tan face flushed red. She tucked herself between Kiara's breasts and returned the kiss. “That a threat?"

“More of a promise."