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

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

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eclipsi

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

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msmage

Eeeee kisses!

"Hmm..."

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eclipsi

"Hmm?"

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msmage

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

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eclipsi

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

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msmage

She shivers. Isabella is the best.

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

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eclipsi

"Do tell, pet." Bite.

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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?"

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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..."

Edited Date: 2016-04-11 11:07 pm (UTC)

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msmage

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

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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.

Edited Date: 2016-04-11 11:34 pm (UTC)

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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.

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eclipsi

"Oh, either one. I'm curious which way you'll jump." Bite. "I can be patient if you can. It's not like the non-begging noises you make aren't delicious."

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msmage

She bites her lower lip. "It's definitely incentive to try to win. Or, well, take longer to lose."

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eclipsi

"We'll see if you still think that while I'm counting down minutes." She glances at the clock. "It's a quarter after, now..."

And Isabella proceeds to be very patient. Patient and nibbly. Patient, nibbly, and dexterous.

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msmage

Sadde's patient, too, but of course this game's outcome's overdetermined in Isabella's favor. Sadde spends twenty-eight minutes writhing and squirming and whimpering and moaning before she gives in and calls, "Oh please, ma'am-" She purses her lips immediately, but then it's too late.

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eclipsi

"That," says Isabella, "was twenty-eight minutes." Nibble. "D'you suppose in the next twenty-eight minutes you'll regret taking that long...?" Bite.

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msmage

"I think- oh yes- that regret will not be something I'll be feeling."

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eclipsi

"It's true that I intend that you not have terribly much room to think."

Isabella proceeds to be very distracting. With occasional glances at the clock. And a laser-intensity focus on getting twenty-eight solid minutes of helpless begging out of her pet.

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msmage

And Sadde proceeds to be very distracted, and the only reason they're not twenty-eight solid minutes of helpless begging is that sometimes Sadde's too far gone for actual words.

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eclipsi

That is an acceptable reason for a break.

After twenty eight merciless minutes exactly Isabella declares the game and all its bonus material won and abandons self-restraint.

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msmage

Yep, Sadde was correct, there is absolutely zero regret here, and of course the anticipation just makes everything better, so she may be somewhat louder than usual today.