be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

Comments

[msmage]

Then Isabella will find that there is a whole new host of sounds Sadde can make not directly related to sex.

[eclipsi]

This is extremely important.

Eventually Isabella runs out of melty cheese to put on things (bread, celery sticks, baby carrots, broccoli and cauliflower florets) and in Sadde's mouth. She wipes out the inside of the fondue pot with a paper towel, sets chocolate to melting instead, and starts feeding her pet things which would not be suited to dipping in either. Here's a potato chip.

[msmage]

Sadde would beg to differ that there are any things that would not be suited to dipping in either, there is no way such deliciousness should be contained.

[eclipsi]

Well, Sadde is not orchestrating the menu here. The potato chip is unadorned.

[msmage]

Well she's not about to complain that Isabella's in charge, here.

[eclipsi]

Good.

Other things best enjoyed alone: seaweed snack. A few kinds of cheese that don't need the competition. A sashimi assortment.

[msmage]

Seaweed snack's tasty and she hadn't tried it before so it's a complete surprise, as are most kinds of cheese. "Oh my god how did I live without this before," she says after trying some of those.

[eclipsi]

"I wrote down everything I got so you can find it again." Kiss.

[msmage]

Kiss!

"I love you. You're the best, most amazing and perfect person."

[eclipsi]

Kiss. ...Grope.

The chocolate is melted now! Chocolate things! Fruits and cookies and marshmallows.

[msmage]

She's still blindfolded, so the grope is a surprise. A pleasant surprise, naturally, but a surprise nonetheless and she squirms a bit under Isabella's touch.

And she had known, on a verbal level, that chocolate was tastier than most food, and that chocolate-covered things probably would be, too. That doesn't mean she was prepared for it. She wasn't.

[eclipsi]

How charming.

[msmage]

She'd like to think so.

[eclipsi]

And when the chocolate has been mopped up with a final marshmallow: kisses.

[msmage]

Eeeee kisses!

"Hmm..."

[eclipsi]

"Hmm?"

[msmage]

"You know how I particularly like, um, edging?"

[eclipsi]

"Yes?" Also, you know how Isabella is taking off the rest of Sadde's clothes, that's happening.

[msmage]

She shivers. Isabella is the best.

"I thought of a... game of sorts."

[eclipsi]

"Do tell, pet." Bite.

[msmage]

Shiver. "Well, the idea is that you have to. Um. Make me beg. If I come before you do, I win. If you do before I come, you win. If neither happens, why are we even playing?"

[eclipsi]

"Hmmmm," says Isabella. Bite. Bite. "I think I'm probably going to win, pet, I have some practice under my belt now figuring out where you are on a scale from one to oh please ma'am and nothing about the rules of the game say I have to let you move much..."

[msmage]

Shiver. Shiver. "I'm not entirely sure I'm unhappy about that, but if you want to suggest amendments to these rules..."

[eclipsi]

"Not a rule per se," says Isabella, pushing Sadde into place and reaching for the rope. "But..." She leans down to whisper in her pet's ear. "The longer it takes you to beg the longer you'll keep doing it once you start."

And then she sets about tying Sadde up with plenty of incidental fingernails.

[msmage]

She grins as she lets herself be tied up. "Which form of incentive is that supposed to be?" she wonders. And, of course, the fingernails cause more shivering and noises and certain other visible effects on her body.