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Kate let out a deep sigh as she watched the last of her moving boxes be carried into her new, well-kept cottage. Admittedly she was coming from a far larger house but she could have sworn she didn't have this many belongings the last time she checked. She was wearing a sleeveless red top covered with roses and a pair of tight jeans. Although she wasn't wearing them for this reason they were perfect for showing off her extremely well toned bottom.

As she watched the moving van pull away she sighed, turning to catch a glimpse of her neighbor's house. "Oh, now that's a lovely place," she said under her breath, before letting out a laugh. "Let's be honest, it's probably a married couple's house." She turned to walk into her new home, letting out a slightly tuneless whistle as she did so.

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Elizabeth Smith heard the moving van pull away and leave. _Finally!_, she thought as she gave a sigh of relief. They had been working for a couple of hours now, unloading and shouting, causing a clamor and disturbing Liz as she worked on her computer. A graphic designer, she had the luxury of working online from her home, and took on projects to fit her own schedule.

Getting up from her computer, the thirty six year old stretched, which caused her belly button to be exposed. she was wearing a white t-shirt and navy colored yoga pants, giving her a smart but casual look. Peeking out the window she saw a young women in a red top and jeans disappear into the house. _Guess I've got a new neighbor, better go greet her soon._

The house had been vacant for about a year now, which Liz didn't mind as it meant less people who could snoop into her affairs. A single woman, she had been successful enough to afford this house and more, and was focused on pursuing her hobbies, some of which she was sure would shock the town.

Returning to her work, she finished off her project and sent an email with an invoice to the client. Feeling that it wasn't too late, she got a unopened bottle of wine and marched over to greet her new neighbor.

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Kate had been trying to sort the contents of the boxes out when she hit on an issue. _Fuck, why didn't I get myself food for the new house?_ In fact, when she found herself having to stick a plaster on one finger after cutting herself on the corner of a badly opened box she was beginning to think this wasn't going to be her day.

She was honestly glad to hear her doorbell ring, feeling like a distraction was the one thing she needed at that moment. She opened the door and her jaw nearly dropped. The woman who was stood on the other side of the door was gorgeous, and her eyes had gone as low as Elizabeth's belly button before she snapped back to reality, realizing she was being rude.

"Hi, I'm Kate," she said, trying to smile. "I'm your new neighbor, I... fuck," she said, losing her train of thought. She held her finger up. "You can tell my day is going fantastically so far, no food, already managed to cut myself... I'd invite you in but it's a complete mess in here."

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Elizabeth took it all in, peering over the girl's shoulder and seeing the boxes that had yet been unpacked. "Hello, Kate. Elizabeth... pleasure", she greeted her curtly while trying not to smile at how overwhelmed she looked.

Kate was cute, her top and jeans hugged her and showed off her toned figure. Though she seemed overwhelmed at the moment, Elizabeth had a feeling she would be a good neighbor. One clue was that she seemed to be alone, there was no one else there to help her, and Elizabeth did not notice a ring on her finger.

"Dear... I think you need a breather", she said, giving her a warm smile. "You must be tired with all this moving... I have bought wine... but now I see you, I think it would be better if you come over and have dinner at my place"

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She managed to suppress a smile as the name made her think of an ex-girlfriend. Luckily one of her few exes who she actually liked being reminded of, but she filed that away and focused back on the moment.

"I mean, I could try lying and telling you that I'm raring to go but..." she looked at her finger and laughed. "I could probably do with rescuing. Plus it'd be nice to get to know you-as a neighbor, I mean... I don't suppose I can blame that one on being tired too?"

_Smooth Kate. Real smooth_ she thought to herself. Why would the ground not do her a favor and swallow her at that moment? She was almost terrified of speaking again in case she made herself look anymore foolish.

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Nodding along and smirking at her quip, she moved out of the doorway to make way for Kate to step out of her house. "Tell you what... we have dinner, relax a little... and then we come back and fix your place up... at least so you can sleep well tonight!", she explained, watching as the young woman stepped out her home and locked up.

Leading the way back to her own house, Elizabeth kept silent, casually observing her new neighbor. From their interaction she figured that Kate had a sense of humor, and was feeling open to new experiences. "So... Kate. What made you move over to our sleepy corner?"

It was an innocuous question but Elizabeth was dying to now know more about the girl. Whether she was in a relationship, what she did, where was she from... many questions were popping up in her mind, but she figured she could asking them over dinner.

Entering her home, she lead the woman to her kitchen where she got two glasses and cracked open the bottle, pouring generously. "I was thinking of having pasta and salad for dinner... would that be okay with you?", she asked her guest as she handed her one glass of red. The sun was coming down on the horizon and the town was winding down, looking out the window you could see the lights coming on, though as Elizabeth had an edge-of-the-village location there weren't too many neighbors.

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She almost leapt at the other woman's suggestion, even if she felt she would sound rude if she sounded enthusiastic about Elizabeth helping her. Once they reached the house she couldn't help admiring it. If it was possible her neighbor's house was even more beautiful inside than it had been outside.

"I'll save you the drama that the full version involves," Kate replied. "Suffice it to say it involved my long-term boyfriend deciding to dump me for his new work colleague and kicking me out of the house before I'd found somewhere to move to. Luckily my cousin was willing to give me her spare room till I found somewhere new."

She couldn't help enjoying the touch of Elizabeth, even for the briefest moment as she was handed the glass of wine, her eyes briefly drifting to the other woman's lips before she chastised herself. "That sounds amazing, thank you." She turned to look out the window. "What's this place like to live in? I had to move in such a rush that I forgot to properly check it out." Kate was so distracted she hadn't noticed that her jeans had slipped just enough that her red silk knickers were just visible.

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Getting busy with arranging their dinner, Elizabeth took a sip of her wine before answering, "This place... it's nice. I like it for the privacy. I work online... so I need some place quiet, and since it's not near a big town... it's quite economical too!"

She took in everything Kate had said about her situation, picking up on the fact that she was single at the moment. The young woman seemed to be attracted to her, the way she was looking and behaving around her. Hiding a smirk, Elizabeth did spot her red silk knickers, and had a feeling of wanting to know more about what was underneath. It was over in a brief flash. "Well that sucks... your boyfriend leaving you for another woman... not that I have any experience with that. So... what do you do? Professionally?", she asked finishing the pasta and plating it onto two plates.

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Kate couldn't help a small smile. "You're a woman after my own heart, I work online too. Well, from home at least." She sighed, although it was more contented. "I work as an editor for a publishing house that... well, let's put it this way: you're either a fan of its niche and have twenty questions as soon as you hear the name, or you've never heard of any of the authors I work with. Still, I've never been comfortable working in an office or in a retail environment so it's perfect for me. Luckily my boss gave me a bit of leeway that the move might delay my editing work for a day or two."

There was a question on the tip of her tongue. If she had been thinking straight she'd have told herself to not ask it, although she at least decided to choose her words more carefully than she might have.

"Shall I get the cutlery?" she asked. "And... apologies if this is a rude question, but will your partner be joining us?" _Please tell me she's single!_ she said to herself.

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Nodding and pointing to her where the cutlery were, she waited until Kate was sitting across from her before beginning to eat. She found herself curiously happy that Kate too worked from home, as it would mean that there was a neighbor nearby in case of emergencies. But another part of her felt a bit worried as Kate would be privy to all her guests who visit her as well.

Focusing back on her new friend she replied, "It's not a rude question... and no... no partners at the moment. I was in a long-term relationship, but we grew apart... and he flew to New Zealand for a job." Smiling warmly to ensure she didn't feel like she had crossed a line with asking that question, Elizabeth continued eating her meal.

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"Well, he sounds like a fool for walking away from a beautiful woman like you," she said earnestly. Usually she would've been in a playful mood but something about Elizabeth made her want to be more kind than cheeky. For a moment she was about to reach across and touch Elizabeth's hand when she accidentally knocked her wine glass. Although she reacted quickly enough to prevent significant damage there was still a spill.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, let me clear that up." She got up, going to find a cloth and giving Elizabeth another view of her knickers, before returning and managing to clean the mess.

"You're probably thinking you see how I managed to cut my finger sorting my boxes out," she said with a deep sigh. "Although my mother would probably tell you I just had a very naughty streak that made me a bit of a handful." She went back to eating, a smile spreading across her face. "This tastes amazing, thank you."

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Elizabeth shrugged as she dismissed the thought of her ex-boyfriend. "Well... it was over long before... and the opportunity in New Zealand was very attractive." She saw Kate reach across to comfort her, accidentally knocking over her wine glass. Both women reacted, getting up and clearing the table from the spill.

As Kate cleaned up the mess with a cloth, Elizabeth did get another look at her panties, and smirked at how innocent the other lady acted. Though it seemed to her that Kate was a bit attracted to her, and was trying to chat her up. Continuing the meal she asked curiously, "What do you...'naughty streak'?"

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"Oh," Kate said with an embarrassed laugh, "I could be here a while. staying up past bedtime, skipping school, starting fights with my siblings... My mum once told me if I'd lived with my grandmother she'd have spanked me once a week, but my mum never spanked us."

She blushed slightly. "Sorry, that's more information than you needed to know about my family." That wasn't why she was blushing though. As she sat eating, occasionally watching Elizabeth's hands, she found herself imagining the other woman spanking her bottom. _Yeeeah, because this perfectly normal woman would do that. Get a grip Kate!_ her inner voice said to her.

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This piqued her interest, and Elizabeth couldn't help but ask, "So... you have never been spanked before?" One of Elizabeth's interest that she kept hidden form her neighbors and other townsfolk was that she had a strong BDSM drive. She enjoyed dominating people in a sexual space, and one of her favorite ways was to spank them.

Now faced with Kate, she imagined the young woman standing in front of her, bare ass, as she spanked her cheeks until they were a nice shade of red. Shaking her head to clear it of the image, she looked back at the young woman who was blushing and continued, "I mean... in a relationship?"

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The question caught Kate off-guard so much that she found herself nearly choking with surprise, although she managed to regain her composure enough to pass it off as food going down the wrong way. Or, at least, she hoped she had.

"I had an ex-partner who was obsessed with wanting to spank my butt," she finally replied. "But he was always so aggressive about it that I always told him to fuck off when he suggested it." She chewed her lip, trying to decide whether to say something that she ordinarily would never dream of saying but something about Elizabeth made her comfortable saying it. "I would actually like to be spanked but..." She laughed. "It's not like I can just go ask random people on the street."

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Elizabeth stared seductively at Kate, she was sending all the right signals and looked like someone who would enjoy her 'games'. Deciding to test the waters, she sat up straight and fixed her with a look. "Well Kate... I am not a random person off the street", she began, making sure to enunciate her words and slowly establish a dominance with her voice, attitude, and speech. "And as a matter of fact... I have disciplined people before. But they must be willing participants who won't run away or quit when the going gets tough!"

Sitting back, she took a sip of her wine and waited to see if the younger woman would want to submit to her, her appetite was growing and she had a strong urge that she was going to be enjoying this new friendship.

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Somewhere in the back of her head a voice was trying to tell Kate this was a bad idea. In a strange mix of her mother's voice and the voice of her aggressive ex. And yet she found herself uninterested in listening to either of them, even if she wound up regretting it later.

"Let's just say... hypothetically... I was to allow you to spank me," she replied, "what exactly would it involve?" She moved her leg so it was brushing against Elizabeth's leg teasingly. "Because, I'm going to be honest, that is an offer I'd find hard to refuse." She blushed slightly before she spoke again. "Maybe I wish you were spanking me right now."

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Elizabeth chuckled at how hard to young woman was coming on to her, taking a deep breath and answering, "What do you want it to involve? Let's say... hypothetically... that you do allow me to spank you... and that you like it... I would like there to be a structure between us so we don't devolve into animals."

Letting Kate rub her leg against hers, she decided to push Kate a bit, as she had received all the signals from the young woman that she was interested in this 'relationship'. "For example... I think you need a bit of punishing from spilling my wine... don't you?"

And to make her point, she looked at the spot where Kate had knocked over her glass, where they had hurriedly cleaned up before it stained the table.

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A shiver ran down her spine, even as the same voice kept telling her to stop. She hadn't even drunk enough wine to blame it on being inebriated, she just genuinely wanted it.

"I'd like that," she said, flashing a saucy smile as she stood up, making sure to carefully avoid knocking anything else over before walking over to Elizabeth. "I think I might know the answer, but where would you like me to be," Kate said, moving her hands as if to start undoing her jeans, but partly waiting to make sure Elizabeth wasn't about to change her mind suddenly.

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As she stood up carefully, ready to take her pants off, Elizabeth too stood up and moved to the window, drawing the curtains. "Take off your jeans and panties... though they are cute... we will have them off today!", she spoke in a business-like tone. Moving a chair to the center of the room, she moved around, closing curtains and getting things out of the way.

"Kneel on the chair with both knees, facing the back. Grab the back of the chair with both hands... do not let go until I tell you". Moving to stand beside the chair and ensure that Kate got into the right position, she watched as the young lady complied and started stripping.

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She stripped off, not making a sound, stepping out of her jeans and panties as if she had done it many times before even though she hadn't.

"Is this what you wanted me to do?" she asked as she assumed the position perfectly, gripping the back of the chair lightly and trying to relax even as she felt a small amount of tension in her muscles. Her bottom was even more toned in the flesh, mainly because she'd spent her college years doing a lot of athletics and gymnastics.

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Elizabeth eyed Kate as she stripped without any hesitation. Even though she was naked from the waist down, she showed no sign of embarrassment, something Elizabeth appreciated. Her ass was well toned and beautiful, once in position, it stuck out in an inviting manner. Reaching out with her hand, she placed her palm against a cheek feeling it's firmness.

"Yes... this is perfect", she replied as adjusted her own position next to Kate. "I will be spanking you five times on each cheek alternatively... I want you to keep count aloud... this is for being clumsy and spilling my wine", she explained, before drawing her hand back and bringing it down against Kate's right cheek. *SMACK* the first spank hit Kate, leaving a faint pink outline of Elizabeth's hand.

Watching the young woman and making sure she obeyed all her orders, Elizabeth observed her for any reaction before she continued.

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A shiver went down her spine at Elizabeth's touch. She had dreamt of this before but no dream came close to the feeling of a real spanking she realized. Something that only became more clear after the first sharp impact. She couldn't help a small moan escaping her.

"One Miss," she said, resting her head on her arm momentarily in order to maintain her composure. "I..." She was blushing, glad Elizabeth couldn't see her face at that moment. "I wish I'd met you sooner, I... I needed this more than I realized."

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Elizabeth smiled when the moan escaped Kate's mouth, before she counted the spank and focused on composing herself. Even with just one slap she seemed to be on the edge of losing her composure, and knew that she had craved this for a long time.

Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth raised her hand and bought it down on her left cheek, and then again and again, alternating cheeks and making sure they were evenly red. *SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*. She would pause between each spank, but only for Kate to count it, before swiftly delivering the next one. Having smacked each cheek four times, she stopped to allow Kate to regain her composure before delivering the final ones.

"Do not let go of the chair, Kate. You are doing well... now tell me, will you me more careful with my things in the future?", she asked sternly, admiring the perky pink ass in front of her. Kate's two cheeks had a clear imprint of Elizabeth's hand, and she felt a sense of pride in seeing them.

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The volume of her moans increased with each smack, deciding there was no reason for her to hold it in, especially since they were the only people who would be able to hear any noises of the spanking.

"Yes Miss," she replied, gripping the chair tightly in order to stop herself from reaching back to rub her sore bottom. She suspected she'd get worse if she did, and as tempting as that sounded she wasn't sure she was ready for it at that moment in time. "Will there be other spankings?" she asked. "I'd... like that. A lot."


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"All right then." Len's response was enough to satisfy him. The reason this worked at all was because Len was so goddamn responsive almost all of the time and it did things to Cassian. Pushed all of his buttons in the best ways. Just that twitch alone from the kiss left Cassian wanting to dig his teeth into the meat of Len's back and mark him up. Then he had his puppy moaning for him, arching and rutting into the stroke of his hand with all of his wanting clearly laid out for him.

He huffed, teeth scraping along Len's skin in a promise to return at that bark---small as it was. "Glad we're on the same page, sweetheart."

Cassian drifted back down, shifting his grip to hold Len's cock more than stroke him. His other hand resting firm on the globe of his ass to keep him steady. He worked at him with a steady devotion, his own nudging groans soon fed in between the lap and suck of his mouth as he set to coax his body out of the unyielding clench of an alpha. It was good, fucking hot. He loved eating pretty much anyone out but with Len it was always an extra sort of indulgence. The wet sounds, Len's scent thick around him. Cassian hummed, pressing his tongue inside with another praising sound when he slipped in. Then again, another measure deeper, fucking him soft and easy with his tongue.

And he didn't let up one until he felt Len dripping for him and gathered the resulting wetness around on the pad of his thumb in a slow circle. "Mm, look how good you're feeling, puppy." Len would have to deal without his touch as Cassian withdrew his hand from around him to lick up the salt of his pre and snag the lube.

He slicked up his hand while wiping his face clean on the edge of his shoulder before breaching Len again with one eager digit. Cassian had clever long fingers and he watched how Len took in this one to to gauge how much prep he still needed for the plug. "No coming, though. Remember."

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Len was very responsive, especially for an alpha. It was another irritating assumption that he should be calm and controlled during sex, keeping his partner in check and maintaining the status quo. It wasn't him, not by a long shot. He couldn't help but be loud and expressive, no matter how embarrassing it was when he heard his needy voice echo back at him. Not that Cassian ever complained; the omega always encouraged him to be honest with his voice, and he was nudging against the point at which he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Another shudder met the tantalizing scrape of teeth against flushed skin, promising more for good behavior and urging Len towards that wonderful mental space where he forgot everything outside the bedroom. He bit harder on his lower lip when the grip on his cock shifted, unable to halt the stuttering of his hips that rushed towards more friction against his growing erection. His opening twitched and flexed against Cassian's lips that gradually worked him open, and it was impossible to balance both sources of stimulation. It made Len impatient and even more needy, his squirming growing more pronounced when the tongue pressed against him.

He could hear slick sounds echoed from his cock, the dribble of precum dampening Cassian's palm and making his thrusts feel so much hotter. "Mnngh---rrrf!" Len moaned from deep within his chest as the tongue thrust inside him more firmly, urging tense muscles to relax and throb with renewed need for something to fill them. It wasn't an instinct he was supposed to have, but at that moment he craved more of that sensation. He wanted his tail so badly.

A keening whine met the sudden removal of Cassian's mouth and Len arched his hips higher as if to present himself more fully. His toes curled and he modded feverishly at the reminder that he wasn't to cum, his flushed cock fully erect where it throbbed against Cassian's palm. There were so many sensations flooding his system that it took Len a moment to react to the single finger that pressed inside his hole. He groaned and arched his back in an elegant curve, another whine passing between his lips.

He could handle more. Even if he was always tight, Cassian would no doubt feel his insides quiver with want as he rolled his hips back. Len let out another trembling bark, sliding his legs just a little further apart to show how willing he was.

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Oh, he could tell. While Len might not be able to see the way Cassian was grinning, he could probably hear it in the huff and purr of his voice praising Len's adjustments and the cute bark. "I know, my sweet slutty puppy's ready for more, isn't he? His Daddy needs to get a move on, look at how you're spreading yourself..."

It was a shift recognizing Len starting to relax into his own role---Cassian referring to himself as Daddy. He'd drop it in more the deeper they went but he was sure by the end of the night it wouldn't be Cassian and Len anymore, the both of them having shed their outside roles for something better. Something theirs and theirs alone. With that in mind Cassian worked at fucking Len open with one finger, which became two. Two that sought out Len's prostate and pressed against it. If they weren't both eager to get the tail in, Cassian would have lingered there working Len right to the edge of coming before letting him calm down just to do it all over again. Edging Len was a goddamn delight. Cassian had come on the memory of his whines more than once while waiting between playdates.

"You're doing really well tonight, puppy," Cassian noted, withdrawing his fingers to pick up the plug. He sat back on his haunches, admiring the shine of lube glistening on Len's skin, tempting enough that anyone would want to follow down for more. "Just one hiccup and now you're all ready? All hard and throbbing for me? Every time you drip, baby, it's the hottest fucking thing."

He was talking mainly to distract Len as he got the plug ready, upending the bottle to get a good palm full and smearing it over the firm silicone while still being careful enough not to get the tail itself dirty. The slicked up toy nudged at Len's entrance, but before Cassian started working it in he put free his hand to the small of Len's back. "Breathe out for me, stay just as relaxed as you are." And on Len's exhale he slipped it in, Len's body practically sucking the plug into himself which Cassian hummed soft at. The plug was longer than the other tail they had for Len, curved so it'd work itself just shy of constantly stimulating Len's prostate unless he worked to angle it right. Once it was in and Cassian checked that it was secure he gave his puppy's ass another smack. This one the exact opposite of a correction.

"There you go. Now, let's see you turn around and sit up pretty for me." Len could get used to the plug on his knees.

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Cassian's voice, especially when it dropped several octaves into that rumbling purr, could convince Len to do almost anything. The alpha was positive that he could cum from the other man's words alone, but he was far too embarrassed to admit to such thinking. Maybe it was obvious in the way he shuddered, his aching cock twitching between his legs at the praise he was given. It shouldn't make him feel so good to be called so many humiliating things---a slut, a puppy, sweet and spread open---but he couldn't help it. There was nobody else to chastise him for his wants and needs. There was only Cassian; daddy.

An audible whimper met the sudden addition of a second finger, and Len couldn't stop his hips from rocking back against the steady rhythm the digits fucked into him. His mouth was slightly ajar and heavy pants echoed every movement before a keening moan rang out more loudly when the fingers pressed against his prostate. He'd been pushed to the very edge that way so many times. His body almost anticipated it, sending another twitch over his cock that dripped more precum onto the bed below.

Len let out a shuddering sigh when the fingers were removed---not tormenting him this time---and he let his head drop once again onto his arms. He didn't forget the limits of his position, though. No hiding his face. He loved to hear how well he was doing, and he offered another somewhat dazed bark in response. Cassian was drawing his honest side out so smoothly with praise, and Len couldn't help but moan in response. The urge to bottle up those reactions was still there, but barely a nudge at the very back of his mind that was becoming more and more distant. A steadying hand rested against his lower back in a sign of what was to happen next, and Len let out an obedient breath of air as the plug was finally pressed against his opening.

"U-ugh... haaah..." Len's exhale was hot and heavy, his while body rolling with the motion and arching against the satisfying fullness of the plug as it sank into its proper place. His insides gripped it firmly, twitching around it. The tip just barely brushed against his prostate when he rocked back against it, and he sucked in a sharp breath as he fought back the urge to do so. He wanted to be good. Good puppies got treats, after all. As if to prove that point, a resounding smack echoed across his ass and Len cried out in obvious pleasure, heat flushing his cheek a pretty pink as he trembled at the sensation. Cassian instructed him to turn around and present himself properly, to which Len nodded and slowly pushed himself up to all fours.

He gradually crawled around on the bed, every movement drawing attention to the tail that brushed against his thighs, and he was breathing hard by the time he was facing Cassian's direction. He was still looking at the bed, and this would be a challenge---to look directly at the other man when he was in such a state. Len swallowed and lowered himself back until he was knelt on the bed, thighs parted enough to highlight the way his cock was raised and flushed between them. His hands slowly moved to rest just inside his knees to mimic the way a dog would sit, and he slowly lifted his face towards Cassian.

Cassian's stomach... chest... collarbone... throat... lips... nose---Len's breath hitched and he turned away, unable to meet the omega's intimate gaze on first passing. He squeezed his own shut, biting hard on his lower lip as he shifted back ever so slightly, just enough to nudge the plug more firmly against himself as a reminder of what he was. "Mmn." He opened his eyes again, returning his attention to Cassian's face where his gaze lingered around the other man's nose. Those extra millimeters were so difficult, and a faint whine slipped between his lips.

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"Aw, honey, I know. I know..." Len's whine pulled at Cassian's heartstrings as much as it made him ache where he was strained against the front of his pants. It was the softest, pitiful sort of sound and Cassian could never get enough of it. He loved him whining and whimpering for him, asking for the sort of firm guiding hand that only he seemed to be able to give to him and it seemed a damn shame that Len might never utter those noises outside of their play. Alphas weren't supposed to sound like that, after all. But he really wondered if the general opinion would change on that if more people got to experience how sweet it sounded like this, or when Len struggled not to come without Cassian's permission.

His puppy looked almost perfect sitting there. Hands down like proper paws, his forearms framing the wet dripping jut of his cock, struggling to look at him in the eyes and failing to cross that last threshold. All he was missing was the very accessory Cassian had waiting for him.

Cassian stepped in instead of going to fetch it though, coming up to the edge of the bed to comb through his Len's hair again, play with the soft curve of his ears and let his scent do the other half of the coaxing. Instead of tilting Len's chin up, he pressed down at the crown, giving him more room to focus on what he was saying instead of fighting against himself to finish the task. Though the obvious bulge in Cassian's pants might end up its own distraction, if not initiative.

"It's alright," he soothed. "Daddy's got you, you know that, sweetheart. There's nothing you're going to see in my eyes that's bad. And we've gone over how important eye contact is for new puppies in their training, right? How it's so we know you're not focused on anything else. Just me. I'm the only thing that matters and you're ready to listen to everything I tell you that you need to do. Nothing else matters and nobody else does. You did so good taking your tail in, you're so close to your first treat, you know that?

So, what we're going to do is keep your head down. I'm going to show you something, then I'm going to put it on you and once it's on you're going to try again, okay? How does that sound, Puppy? You think you'll be able to try again for me?"

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Long fingers had curled into the bedsheets, scrunching the fabric between knuckles that grew white under the pressure. It took so much effort for Len to keep still, waiting for Cassian to do something---to make it better like he always did. There was an almost continuous battle for both dominance and submission in the Alpha's mind, and it was only during these private moments that the quarreling sides ever shut up. He swallowed thickly at the gentle cooing that sent a shudder down the length of his spine, letting his eyes close to try and let himself fall under the lovely spell of Cassian's voice. Maybe he didn't need to look just yet... maybe he could just wait a little while longer...

"Ugh... mnn." A faint moan passed between his lips as he then felt fingers running through his dark hair, massaging the backs of his ears and rubbing that perfect scent all over him. Len whined again, this time a low noise of pleasure as he was pushed downwards, easily tipping forwards to press his forehead against Cassian's stomach. He breathed in deeply, pushing his nose against the omega to better surround himself in Cassian's presence. It helped so much. The heavy scent of arousal hung thick in the air as well, teasing Len's senses, and he opened his eyes ever so slightly to glance downward at the obvious erection inside Cassian's pants.

He hung in that heady space somewhere between arousal and anxiety, his ever nerve hyperaware and desperate for stimulation. Cassian's words washed over him, soothing and exactly what he needed to hear. Len nodded against the comfortable warmth of the omega's stomach, pushing his face a little more firmly against it and nuzzling before he gave a muffled woof of acknowledgment. He even managed to lift his hips slightly and sway them from side to side, shivering slightly at the wagging of his tail.

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"Shy pup," Cassian murmured, a smile pulling at his lips as he felt Len shake his head in acknowledgment and speak for him. He kept him close, cradling his head while savoring that their closeness meant he also felt Len shiver as he shifted his ass to wave his tail. Pretty much any movement would end up teasing that bundle of nerves inside of him, sparking the sort of pleasure that would keep him edges and dripping for him but not enough that he'd come unless he let him work for it. "Oh, a tail wag though. Cute doggie. Very cute."

Len wasn't the first alpha that he'd met that like things up his ass. They all tended to melt and fall apart if you convinced them to at least try it, but he did have consistently give Cassian some of the best out of the entire bunch. The small pants and moans, his resolve crumbling the more he got excited and moved, and that feedback loop? Perfect. It'd start up if he left them here like this, but that'd be avoiding his own plans and he wanted too see this next bit so bad he'd been half-hard most of the day waiting for right now.

"Keep sitting like this for me, puppy. Daddy's gotta get his present for you," Cassian said, gently easing back an inch to test that Len wouldn't stay glued to his stomach and end up falling off the bed without his support. The pinpoints of his touch scattered from dragging along Len's scalp to his shoulders and finally fell away. Instead of going back to the toy chest, Cassian went over to the dresser slipping out of Len's field of vision unless he turned his head to watch and picked up a black velvet pouch that had been sitting there innocuous in its waiting.

He pulled the drawstring apart, opening it up as he padded his way back, taking a steadying breath of his own on the way. There was a shake of his head, almost incredulous. "I tell you what sweetheart, Daddy might be a little nervous." He didn't know if Len would like this or if it'd hit square on his tangled alpha pride and instincts. More, he didn't know if Len wanted to be... "So I know we've used the break away collars before with your training but those aren't quite the same. I've thought about it a lot the past couple of weeks and I wanted you to have something official. Something that's just yours. Special. Spent a while online trying to decide on what would be the best and then I found this which seemed... so you."

Out of the pouch slipped a leather collar dyed a deep burnished red. At the front was a metal ring, perfect for leashes to lead and fingers to hook into and tug---though a simple circular tag tangled at the bottom. While the overall form of the collar was simple, the middle between two smooth bands making themselves as borders was intricate whirl of carefully tooled designs. Cassian had loved it the second he saw it, yanking his credit card out only a couple seconds later to put in the order.

He stood back in front of Len, holding the collar low enough that his puppy could look it over without looking up just yet. "I know good puppies like you can't read so let me tell you what it says." Cassian fingered the silver tag. "The front just says 'Puppy', because that's what you are. The back..." He flipped the collar around to read it directly. "'If lost, return to Cassian Spiros.'" Len, capable, perfect and handsome, was unlikely to go physically missing. Cassian bet there would be small private army deployed if that ever happened by his family. But in his head?

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Shy. What kind of alpha was shy? The automatic question flickered through Len's thoughts before he could catch it and he gritted his teeth as he pressed himself that little bit deeper into Cassian's front. He didn't want to be thinking those things. They were unhealthy and unhelpful, but he needed just a little bit more to nudge into that blissful headspace where he could finally forget all about the world outside the bedroom. Cassian would handle it, like he always did---like Len trusted him to do.

It helped that the omega gave him that continuous praise that sent pleasant warmth through his senses. He loved being told what a good boy he was, how sweet and cute. There were always those mental hangups, but every time he spent the night with Cassian things seemed that little bit easier. Maybe one day Len would be able to confidently embrace this side of himself, but that was far in the future.

"Mmn..." The movement of Cassian drawing away was met with an initial whine of discomfort, but Len shifted his weight so that he wouldn't tip forwards and fall. He knew logically that Cassian wasn't going to go far, and the prospect of some kind of gift made him very curious. The slow slide of Cassian's fingers from his scalp to his shoulders helped to soothe that brief separation, and Len would behave as the other man walked off to one side. He was tempted to look over, but he didn't. He swallowed a thick lump down his throat and gripped the bedsheets a little tighter, his hips trembling ever so slightly in anticipation. That he didn't know what was coming had Len on tenterhooks, equal parts anxious and excited as he waited.

_Daddy might be a little nervous._ Len blinked, his posture visibly perking up as the thought of Cassian feeling anything negative sent a strong protective impulse through his head. The urge to reassure, to hurry to the omega's side and sweep aside all those worries, was a powerful one. Len was an alpha, and that was what alphas were supposed to do---but no, that wasn't right.

"Rr-rrff..." Instead Len gave a stuttered bark to try and give a more appropriate form of reassurance. Nothing Cassian did would warrant embarrassment, at least not from Len's view. He listened to the thought process of purchasing a collar for him, something personal and intimate. The thought immediately made his cock twitch between his legs and he sucked in a sharp breath when Cassian returned to his field of view. The red leather was beautiful, crafted with care and expertise. It had to have been expensive, and Len swallowed again as he stared down at it. His throat felt tight suddenly, and he felt his cheeks flush as the inscription was read out to him.

He was prone to lose himself at times. Having something to ground him and return him to his owner would give security and safety, even if there was the ever-present alpha mentality that tried to rebel against the idea. Len nodded slowly, biting his lower lip and bowing his head that little bit lower---enough to bare the back of his neck in an invitation to place the collar. His sensitive nose could smell the thick scent of leather, and he waited with near-desperate anticipation.


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Mary's eyes scanned the patrons of the club, taking them in one at a time. It seemed that just about everyone in the club was currently paired off with someone else. She made her way over to a bar and ordered a cocktail. Mary figured that she might as well enjoy the night and take in the sights while she was there. As she stood at the bar waiting for her drink, her eyes scanned over the people in the room once more.

This time her eyes caught someone that she hadn't seen before. He had tossed hair and wore an open leather vest that showed off his musculature. He was quite fit and seemed to have useful muscles that could apply his strength to different tasks, rather than the big vanity muscles bodybuilders usually cultivated. He looked a bit older, probably in his mid to late 30s. And as far as she could tell, he didn't seem to be with anyone. Mary grabbed her drink and watched him from across the room for a few minutes to ensure she hadn't missed something. He wasn't wearing anything around his neck, so he wasn't a collared submissive... though he could be an uncollared submissive, His expression and the way he held himself didn't seem quite right for that, however.

Watching him, he seemed almost like a slightly younger, less immaculately groomed Evan Dent. She wasn't sure how to feel about the man. Evan always seemed polite but distant. He didn't seem to like that she was at Whitworth at all. And yet he seemed to be taking the changes instituted the most in stride. He didn't whinge when they cut excess personnel, but it had been clear that he hadn't been happy with having to let people go. Mary personally would have prepared to release more middle management and even a few of the C-level executives or at least give them a pay cut so that they could afford to keep more of the people who were genuinely doing the work and making the company money. It was disgusting how many workers she would have been able to save if she had been able to convince them to get rid of just two more managers who did nothing but hand reports from one group to another. But there was only so far you could push the fat cats before they would stop listening to you at all, and some of the fatter cats seemed to feel like the more levels of people they had under themselves, the bigger their cocks were. So she and her team suggested cutting some muscle to justify cutting more fat than they had been able to get the CEO to agree to without concessions.

Mary grimaced and shook her head. She had come here to get her mind off of work, and here she was, thinking about Evan Dent. All she wanted was someone to tell her what to do and possibly get her into subspace for the first time in her life. Gods, that would be amazing. So far, however, there only seemed to be one chance at it, so she'd have to take it. Taking a sip from her glass to steel her nerves, Mary strutted over to the man and, with a seductive tone, looked him in the eye and asked. "So... what does a girl have to do to get tied up around here?" She laughed a little, hoping to make it clear that she was more flirting than actually asking, though... not entirely. "Are you here by yourself, handsome, and are you a Dom, or am I reading that expression completely wrong?"

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To his credit, Evan did not take long to recognize who she was. Once he'd heard the voice it was unmistakable. He'd had a few meetings with Mary, and they had so far gone quite badly. While not yet rising to shouting matches, things had been tense between them. Firing people he'd worked with for over ten years had not been easy for him to swallow, he knew them, their wives names, their kids names. It was something that he had never thought he would have to do, and it ate at him. But she was cute, that was a persistent and intrusive thought, and she was passionate, another thing he hated to admit. Still a vulture of course, just a cute passionate one.

Evan knew from when she approached him, her coquettish smile, her laugh, that he was steering into dangerous waters. He'd kept his career and his playtime separate, and it had served him well. Whitworth was a family company, and family companies didn't have VPs that tied women up on the weekends, even if it was completely consensual. He'd even consented to go on a few dates with the daughters of some of the women from the office, always was polite, always kind, and always made sure it went nowhere and he could easily resume pursuing his real desires. Still, she was cute, and clearly inexperienced. Something about the innocent babe in the woods, fresh and unbroken, enticed him on a deeper level. While it hadn't been long since he and Stacy had broken up, it was too long for Evan, he wanted this, and a second gimlet made him willing to go for it. Plus a certain particularly perverse part of him took great pleasure in the idea of disciplining this woman, to make her submit to him utterly. He was still enough of a gentleman not to actually do her any harm or cross any red lines, but the idea was enormously satisfying to him.

At first he said nothing to her, his eyes appraising her as he slowly walked around her, putting her between him and the bar. Drawing closer, he clamped his hands down on the bar, not touching her, but trapping her close to him as his face moved inches from hers. My my, she was flawless and she'd all but jumped into his lap, but he needed to express control, as much as he might simply want to pounce her. There was a process to this, and it would be all the better for both of them If he followed it.

"What makes you think I'd want to tie you up?" He gave her a slight smirk, his tone a bit playful but with a bit of an edge to it. "Because you're a cute young thing with doe eyes that make most men drool?" he quirked an eyebrow before continuing "You're right, I am a dom, and I haven't seen you around here before, dipping your toes into something new and forbidden?" It was taking quite a bit of control to not immediately push her back and claim her, but she wasn't quite ready for that... yet.

"What makes you think that just because I'm a dom, that I would want to claim you?" she knew her answer would be quite important to him, but at the same time she knew he was interested, he'd gotten so close that she could feel the heat from his body, not quite touching her, but waiting for the slightest reason to. Lips caressed her ear as he whispered "Do you think you're ready for this?"

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Mary stood still as The man slowly circled her with slow deliberate steps. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she shivered as he pushed closer to her, clamping his hands on the bar behind her, trapping her between him and the bar. She turned slowly, and looked up into his eyes, her expression full of excitement and curiosity.

As soon as Evan spoke, Mary's eyes went wide with surprise and recognition. It was him. a wave of panic swept through her body. But then there were his words. He confirmed that he was a dom, called her cute, and complimented her eyes. he asked what made her think that he would want to dom her... there was clearly an invitation there, but also a challenge. for a moment, a shiver of submissive surrender swept through Mary. Then, a different emotion swept through Mary, impetuous resolution. She hadn't failed to rise to any of Evan's challenges when he questioned her assertions, she wasn't going to start failing now.

"A dominant standing around by himself, scowling at the furniture, seemingly bored enough to be willing inanimate objects to try to disobey him? I'm not sure there is anything at all about that kind of man that would make a woman think that he wanted her to let him tie her up and follow his orders. I have to say though, claiming would be jumping the gun. I am my own woman, even if I wish otherwise, but just because I want a strong, handsome, intelligent, playful dominant man, who you seem to fit the profile of uncannily, to subject me to his will and collar me doesn't mean I'm ready to let myself be claimed forever. We might be very good for one another, we might be terrible. we won't know unless we try."

Mary leaned in close and whispered. "Make no mistake, my submission is a gift, and you just luckily happen to be in the right place at the right time to take my submission cherry. If that sounds good to you, I'd be very happy to call you Master for the night. I want you to show me why submission is a gift worth giving, and just how a dominant is really supposed to act. I think I'm ready, but fully acknowledge that I might not be. Please help me test my beliefs."

Mary moved down slightly, and planted a kiss right where Evan's jaw met his neck, then leaned back against the bar, sharing into the eyes of the nearly foot taller man, watching his reaction carefully.

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She'd never done this before, hmmm, even more interesting. It had been a while since he'd had the pleasure of showing someone this world for the first time. But this girl had fire and while a part of Evan really hated it, a deeper more primal part of him enjoyed the game, when the prey fought back a little bit before fully submitting to their mutual pleasure. It wasn't quite as fun when either party was too eager. There was a budding respect forming here, though he would be loathe to admit it, even to himself.

"You do have a sharp tongue I'll give you that. And well, thanks for telling me, but I already knew you thought I was handsome", the last part was paired with an impish grin. It couldn't be said enough how bad an idea this was, and at the same time he didn't care. His inhibitions had been worn down and his desire was great enough that all he could think about was taking and having her. "But..."he paused, "I think I am ready to give it a try, and I'll be very happy to accept this gift and to take what is mine."

As she leaned back, Evan immediately closed the space between them, his body now pressing against her and leaving her no space that was not pushed up against his muscled frame. That kiss had done it, any vestige of him putting a stop to this and trying to restore a semblance of decorum was well and truly out of the window. A strong hand gripped her wrist, squeezing just a bit, insistently. "You can start calling me Master now..." Some of the playfulness had disappeared from his face, this wasn't a request this was an order and she would be expected to comply as he began to lead her towards one of the alcoves. This one had a few places to play but Evan's eyes had immediately gravitated towards a free standing frame. Oh he had such plans for her this evening, and he was ever so eager to show this impudent woman what it meant to live this lifestyle. He was genuinely curious if it would cause Mary to run and never return, or if it would unlock something deep and insatiable in her, Evan certainly hoped for the latter.

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Mary's heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest. This was madness. There was no other way to explain it. She was about to submit to the man who had glowered at her across meeting room tables with barely disguised contempt. Still, now here he was, looking like any submissive's wet dream, ready to take complete control over a willing partner and reduce them to little more than a plaything.

She gasped when she felt a hand on her wrist. Her voice spilled out of her mouth almost without her meaning to speak. "Yes, Master." She murmured breathlessly. She let him lead her off, seeing that he was guiding her to a free-standing frame. "What are you planning to do to me?" She asked, partially out of curiosity, partially for the fun of playing the helpless submissive, being pushed into it by the ruthless Dom.

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While this was certainly a terrible idea and was going to come back and bite him in the ass, tonight Evan was going to make sure that they both enjoyed themselves fully. Looking back towards her, he was certain he wanted this and well, if he was going to regret it anyway, Evan was going to make sure he wrung out every ounce of pleasure he could. But first, a few ground rules needed to be laid. She was young and inexperienced so these were of particular importance, she needed a release valve, a way to feel safe before she gave herself fully to the scene. Grinning at her question he chuckled, "Well... I have a few ideas of what will be happening to you, but a few questions before we move forward." A bit of the Evan she knew from before surfaced, calm, organized, put together, but not with the kind of biting attitude she'd come to know from him either.

"Firstly, do you have a safe word you would like to use? I usually use Sand Castle. You say this or," he reached out and squeezed her hand twice in quick succession "do this, and the scene ends, no questions asked."

He continued to talk as he started to set the frame up "Secondly, we need to talk about how far you want to push this." He turned to her and smiled, sliding back over to put his hands on her hips "We can have a very good time, but, I need to make sure you feel that you can trust what we're doing here, and nothing pushes you to a place you don't want to go. Are there things you want to try? Are there things you DON'T want to try?" He wasn't the Evan from the office but he wasn't quite the dom at the moment either, he was somewhere in between, wanting to make sure she was comfortable before he pushed her limits, "Once we start, the scene will continue until we finish or you use the safe word. Just... as an aside and I don't want to presume too much, do you want this to begin and end with bondage play or... something more?" There was a smirk there, a boyish impetuous smirk just waiting for her to give him the go ahead to press her buttons, to draw her into this.

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Mary nodded as a version of Evan that she was slightly more familiar with came into focus. He laid out a safe word, both verbal and nonverbal, then asked her about limits. The sensations of rules and boundaries started to click into place, and it made Mary feel more certain, safer. This wasn't something either of them was simply rushing into, overwhelmed by emotions, and a momentary need that they would completely regret later. There were choices being made on both of their parts. Perhaps they were terrible choices, but they were being made with eyes wide open, by reasonable adults.

"Sand Castle seems good to me. I've never really put any thought into a safeword before." She stated, squeezing his hand back twice to confirm the signal. "Trust hmmm, that's a very tricky thing. There are a lot of things that I want to try that I don't think I'm ready for. So um... I guess I want to start with just getting and following orders, maybe some training on kneeling and positions? I'd love to do some bondage, and shibari if possible, maybe a crotch rope, a breast harness, or karada perhaps, but I understand if that's too much for a first-timer. I don't want to do anything with whips or electricity. I don't think I like pain. I want to try a spanking at some point, but I don't know if the first night is the right time for that, but definitely nothing more intense than a spanking. I'd love to be collared and leashed, but I understand that for a lot of Doms that has a special meaning, and I don't want to jump the gun. Um... really what I think I want the most is to feel owned and valuable."

She looked at Evan nervously. "Is that something you can work with, or did I just spew a bunch of gibberish at you? Sorry, I'm so uncertain about everything I'm... I'm nervous. but I want to do this." Mary said, looking determined to see the night through, even if she was uncertain how things would go. "I'd be happy to answer any questions, if there's anything more you need to know. I'd be happy if tonight was just bondage, but I'd also be very happy if I got at least an orgasm out of this, and was able to give you at least one as well. I'd insist we use a condom if you're going in the front though, and that you be very gentle if you try the back."

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Evan nodded along with her as she laid out her desires and limitations, a smile creeping along the sides of his face. She was so fresh faced about it, earnest but just so very inexperienced, but exuberance made up for any lack in any other area, at least within Evan's experience. He'd certainly make sure she enjoyed this night and remembered it fondly, even if the rest of their memories together were decidedly unpleasant. She'd ceased being the person he despised for the evening, and instead become someone whom he was to care for, and to show her a side of herself she'd never even really engaged in.

"I see, I think we can manage that just fine." a playful grin crossed his face "And spanking is a maybe then. well... we'll see how maybe it gets. As for the collar and the leash. well, you want to try it and it doesn't have to mean anything to anyone but us. But... "he leaned in and whispered to her, "I will certainly make you feel quite owned... and quite valuable."

His eyebrows raised at the last part though, a bit surprised how quickly she'd admitted to all of that, he had to fight laughter at how forward she was. Most struggled for so long with these feelings that they could never get them out at all, so being able to even articulate your feelings was enough for him to give her a begrudging respect, as much as he disliked having to respect her for anything. "OK, well I think we have a pretty full idea of what we're going to get into tonight and now that I know your limits, we can be free to play within them... and press up against them." He had brought a collar though, as leashing was one of his favorites as well, a slim black leather thing with a silver heart pendant on it. Remembering the people who had worn it before made him feel fond memories pressed up against a little regret, but nothing to dwell on tonight.

"Now then, Mary, I think it is time for you to get down on your knees, do you know how to kneel?" He smirked, the kind, understanding voice slowly being submerged by his more dominant side. Now was the time to drift into his character, they'd laid the boundaries and now was the time for both of them to indulge. She was so eager for this, how could he help himself? He'd wring every ounce of pleasure from her, that was his duty after all, and one he took quite seriously.

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Evan held Mary's attention in a stranglehold as he looked into her eyes with that grin, indulgent and a touch condescending but hungry and full of desire. She couldn't help but grin back as he playfully told her that he thought they'd be able to fulfill her requests just fine. She tensed slightly as he leaned in, then shivered as he sensually whispered that he could make her feel quite owned and quite valuable. Her eyes closed, and she inhaled heavily, feeling her heart pounding hard in her chest.

This was exactly what she wanted. Of all people, why did it have to be Evan that she ran into tonight... and why did he have to be so perfect. ? She opened her eyes again, nodding as he told her that he had a full idea of what he was going to get into tonight with her. That he knew her limits and how to press up against them.

Even though he seemed to be pleased with her to the point of being enthralled, Mary could tell that there was something in the background, some amount of distrust and animosity that poked its head out in the small looks he gave her. She couldn't help but feel tense about what was happening as well. It was all too clear, however, that they both wanted this. She had to take a leap of faith. Was she willing? Could she do this? Could she submit?

Mary looked Evan in the eyes as he asked if she knew how to kneel, he seemed to be slipping into protocol, so she allowed herself to step into the scene as well. "I'm not sure that I do, Sir. But I can give it my best guess. Please correct me if I do it improperly, Sir." And with that, she stepped back a pace, then gently, purposefully, and slowly sank down to her knees. She held herself upright, her eyes never leaving Evan's, leaving her looking up at him, her chin now hovering just above the level of his stomach. Technically he hadn't given her a command, but she felt as if he had invited her to obey. She would very quickly be able to tell by his reaction, she guessed.

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As Evan watched her, more of his personal animus faded, one must always be careful to not bring that into a scene. And well, to see her so absolutely earnest about her activities was enough to make him fall into it with her. He wanted her to have a good time, a wonderful time, and to come back for more... well that last thought was intrusive but it felt good. It had been too long since he had gotten into this, and while he wouldn't describe himself as rusty, it felt so good to dive into this again, with someone so wide eyed and eager to see it all. He'd never forgive himself if he abused the trust she was giving to him now, she'd done so much to come to this point and he couldn't help but want to help her the rest of the way.

That damn smirk was on his face again as he watched her go down to her knees, she was an amateur but she had clearly been reading up, this was not an impulsive decision on her part, this was the culmination of so much agonizing from her. You had to respect that kind of guts. He knelt beside her on one knee, lips on her ear, nibbling it just slightly as he spoke "You need to wait for me to give you an order my dear, I appreciate the energy but remember, it is not your job to interpret my will, only to execute." his voice was stern but not cruel, that wasn't the kind of person he was, at least most of the time. A hand drifted to the small of her back as another pressed against her stomach, pushing her straighter, stretching her muscles just a bit as he got her to hold the position. "This is how I want you to kneel." his hands took hers and placed them on her thighs "this is how you will kneel for me. Do you understand?" The voice was strong, but had warmth to it, these were commands given without malice, guiding her to best please him. "And when I tell you to return to this position, you will do it for me. But not without my command, never without my command. From kneeling we can go to all sorts of places."

His hands on her body kept her steady, strong, forceful, but not vicious. "We're going to transition to table now..." those guiding hands, taking her hands and sliding them in front of her as he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. "this is table... remember, I want you to keep your back arched... keep that bottom of yours sticking out. If you please me well you might even earn a reward this evening..."


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The light tip-tapping of fingernails on wood announced Caitlin's arrival a few seconds before she opened the door to Clarissa's bedroom and poked her head in, giving her daughter time to stop whatever indecency she was up to before her mother saw something that'd scar them both.

"Hey, sleepyhead. You want to get out of bed this side of noon, or?" Caitlin said, laughing. "You were supposed to make breakfast, remember? You know how I like my eggs, right?"

Caitlin turned, and headed for the kitchen, laughing softly as she went. "Ugh. Bills, bills, weird... religious pamphlet---oh, what's this? My great-uncle Mortimer I never knew passed away and left me his entire fortune, including his palace in southern France? Ah, shit... nope, another bill," Caitlin said, going through the mail as Clarissa joined her in the kitchen. "...and the car is making a sound I don't like. You know, if we don't catch a break soon, I might have to get into prostitution. Which, I don't know, sounds kinda fun but... a lot of work."

Caitlin laughed as she stood, planting a kiss on Clarissa's head as she passed her. "Coffee? You look like you need it. No offense," Caitlin said, and favored her daughter with a smile that crinkled her nose and her lips, showing off the subtle little lines that'd just started to make themselves known in the last few years. "And... don't worry about all of that. It's fine, just... annoying," Caitlin groaned as she poured coffee, and sat back down, crossing her legs. The long t-shirt she wore as her only article of clothing did little enough to cover her chest with its deep neckline; she didn't need to give Clarissa a peek of something else.

"Oh, before I forget. I thought I'd record tonight," Caitlin said. It was not a secret what that meant. It just sounded more polite than 'fuck myself on camera'. "You want to grab some pizza after, maybe watch a movie?"

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Clarissa had indeed been in a rather compromising position when her mother's knock came at the door, and was thankful for the few moments to shove her erection into her panties and pull the covers up above her waist. The instinct to pull the covers up above her chest for the sake of modesty had yet to develop, and thankfully neither had the need to do so, with Clarissa's chest only a small step above flat at this point. Her doctor had counseled her to be patient; the hormones would do their job in due time. But the 19-year-old still found herself impatient. She had only last year finally embraced who she was, after spending the back half of her teens cross-dressing while adamantly denying that there was anything more to it than enjoying the look and feel of women's clothing. Puberty had seemed to only lightly touch her, leaving her with a slim, androgynous figure. She now found herself craving a more definitively feminine appearance, an affirmation of her identity.

She chuckled as Caitlin teased her about getting up. "Sorry, Mom. I forgot. Be down in a minute." She said. Throwing on a long shirt, she headed into the kitchen, frowning as she heard her mom going through the mail. At least some of those bills were due to Clarissa's transition, and the young woman felt a pang of guilt that her own needs and desires had added to the financial burden her mom faced. They had always managed before, and were still managing, although with less margin and only because Caitlin had taken the step into online sex work. It wasn't something she hid from Clarissa, and in fact Clarissa had been enthusiastically supportive of her mom for feeling confident enough to do it. She was still a beautiful woman, in spite (or perhaps even because) of her age showing.

She chuckled at her mom's joke about getting into prostitution, nodding. "Who wouldn't want people paying to have fun with them?" She said, then nodded as Caitlin told her not to worry about the financial stuff.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, nodding again as Caitlin mentioned recording herself. Her brow crinkled in thought, and she glanced at her mom. "Sounds good. And..." She trailed off, then shrugged. "I've been thinking, and... I kinda want to try it myself. The cam stuff, I mean." Well, the cat was out of the bag now.

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Caitlin's coffee caught in her throat for a moment as Clarissa brought up her own interest in trying what she did. She gave her daughter a bashful look and cleared her throat. It was the motherly instinct to protect, and shield her from harm. What harm, though? Caitlin didn't feel harmed, not generally. She knew how people watched her and read the comments, sure. There definitely were a lot of creepy people out there. In the end, though, she didn't feel like she was sacrificing part of her soul---or any other less dramatic things, for that matter. Her innocence? Yeah, no. She couldn't really argue against it, either. It'd be hypocritical at best.

"You sure about that?" Caitlin asked instead, matter-of-factly. "You know that's how the Devil gets you. Or, you know, at least you have to read really creepy shit about yourself. You know, people telling you they want to---ah, fuck, you know all this." She didn't see much need to remind Clarissa it'd certainly be different for her.

"I know I should probably tell you no and everything, but..." Caitlin said, trailing off. She reached out to take Clarissa's hand and squeeze softly. "Just as long as it's not because you think you have to. Because seriously, you don't. If you want to, I can't really stop you. I mean... fuck, your mom does it."

Caitlin was left feeling like this probably wasn't how a conversation like that was supposed to go. At the very least, she probably should've been more awkward about it. She'd never really seen the need for that, though. It was sort of her policy to talk openly about sex, instead of being ashamed of it. She figured it was probably healthy. But...

"Ah, but... if you want a good setup, uh," Caitlin bit her lip. This was actually awkward. Yep. "...We can't really afford another, so. You want to maybe postpone those plans until we can?"

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Clarissa smiled at her mom's reaction to the suggestion. "Mom, I'm not that shy, awkward boy playing dress-up anymore. It's... ever since I started transitioning, you've seen how my confidence has grown, how much happier I feel. I... I want to show myself off. The money would help, yeah, but that's not why I want to do it. Not entirely."

She shrugged. "Mom, I've dealt with people at college hurling insults at me, calling me slurs, telling me to go die. It might be a nice change to be fetishized, appreciated. Even if there are creeps out there, and there are, I can take it." She said, returning the squeeze of her hand. "Besides, I know you enjoy doing it. Why wouldn't I?"

She nodded pensively as Caitlin spoke about needing a good setup and that they didn't have the money for another. It was a good point against her starting up a cam gig right now, or it would have been if it didn't have an obvious answer. Clarissa smirked. "Is there any reason I can't use yours until I get the money for mine?" She asked pointedly. "I mean, we already have a good one for you, and it's right there. No reason we couldn't share the equipment for a while. Take turns with it. And besides, we can save more money for the more important financial stuff by not getting me one of my own for a while." She stated.

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Caitlin had---somewhat rightfully, she thought---assumed that sharing her mom's room, her desk, her chair, was a bit too much. It seemed like the kind of thing that should be just a bit too weird to consider. She let it show in the slight look of amused confusion she gave Clarissa. "You mean besides the obvious, right?" Caitlin said, raising an eyebrow and giving her daughter a sly half-grin. "You know if you took one of those magic CSI blacklights in there that you'd be blinded, right? Like a really messed up murder scene, except..." Caitlin trailed off and snickered.

She grew thoughtful for a moment, then had the decency to actually blush a little. "You know, if you're going to do it, it... probably makes sense to use my account, too? I mean, I don't have a huge audience or anything, but, you know. It's better than nothing. I could... announce it like a collaboration?" Caitlin said. The longer she spoke, the more sense it made. It'd probably help build some buzz, draw in new people. It made sense from a business perspective, anyway. From the perspective of normal human decency? She wasn't sure where introducing your daughter's new career in amateur porn ranked on the scale of morality, but she was sure it was pretty far down there. She certainly wasn't going to mention the fact it was her daughter. Besides the very obviously questionable morality of it, she had a feeling that would draw in exactly the wrong kind of crowd, and she could feel herself gag as she imagined the responses.

"Yeah, don't tell anyone I'm your mom," Caitlin said, somewhat out of context. Caitlin shook her head a little. "You're really sure about this? I mean, I knew you can handle it and all, but... you don't think it'll feel a bit weird? I think it'll feel a bit weird."

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Clarissa chuckled at her mom's response and comment about the blacklight thing. "Well, I'm not gonna do that, obviously. I already know what you get up to in there. Why would I need to see the results?"

Caitlin's next suggestion was Clarissa's turn to give a look of amused confusion. And yet... it made sense. Caitlin already had a following, an audience. Using that as a springboard for Clarissa's own venture was... practical. It might help them both out. Clarissa knew that the simple fact that she was trans would probably draw in a whole new demographic to her mom's account. She was no stranger to the fact that trans women especially tended to be fetishized and sexualized. And announcing it as a collaboration would certainly bring the buzz. She nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense, I guess."

The warning not to say anything about Caitlin being her mom got another glance, and then Clarissa's mind caught up to it. "Oh. Oh gods, no. That would definitely bring out the creeps." She agreed.

"Yeah, maybe it will be weird. But we don't have to worry about it forever. Once we're doing well enough, I can get my own setup, my own account, all that." She said. "And... yeah, I'm sure. This wasn't just something I thought about today. I've been thinking about it for... well, probably since a few weeks after you started."

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Caitlin just laughed softly, and shook her head. She turned to regard her daughter for a moment. There was enough of a family resemblance for sure for anyone savvy enough to make the connection, but gratefully Clarissa's androgyny---and just enough of her absentee father's looks---made just enough of a difference for deniability. In an objective sort of way, she couldn't deny that Clarissa had a definite appeal. She just shrugged, and smiled. "Well. Alright. I, uh. Wow. I guess I didn't expect this conversation when I woke up this morning," she said and snickered.

She found herself at a loss for words after that, just laughing quietly at the absurdity of it.

"Yep. I guess this is a thing now. You think we should get matching tank tops with like Pornstar printed on them?" Caitlin said, laughing and shaking her head. "You have any more bombs to drop, or...? Otherwise, I think I'm going to go take a long shower, try and wash away the awkwardness," she said with a smile that said she wasn't actually that troubled by any of it at all.

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Clarissa returned the look Caitlin gave her, doing the same mental calculations of their similarity. She chuckled, smiling. "Yeah, I didn't expect it either." She said.

She giggled as Caitlin spoke about them getting matching shirts. "Maybe later." She teased, then shook her head. "Nah, I think that was the only bombshell for today." She confirmed. "And thanks. For being so supportive and understanding and accepting."

"I'll get breakfast ready while you're doing that." She added, smiling as she headed over to the fridge. "We've just gotta decide when I'm gonna make my debut."

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Caitlin gave her daughter a warm smile and after a moment stood to give her a soft hug from behind. "Baby, you're everything to me. Of course I support you. If I thought it was a bad idea, I'd tell you, but..." Caitlin shrugged, still holding her daughter in her arms. "You're an adult, and..." Caitlin clicked her tongue and snickered. "It's not like I don't know you get off. You might as well get paid to do it, right? Just don't let people fetishizing you get to your head, all right? I get the MILF fetish thing every day, and, you know, people love my piercings and... hell, they love that I don't shave. You know what a win-win that is? People get off to me being lazy. Fuck... where was I going with this?"

Caitlin gave Clarissa a peck on the cheek and departed, laughing. A few moments later, she found herself looking at her own naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. Yeah, overall, the MILF thing was probably healthy. Because every time she looked in the mirror, well, she dreaded seeing another winkle, another sneaky little gray hair. Maybe she needed another piercing or two. Or some badass tattoo. That made her snicker, at least, and she headed into the shower to clean up.

She emerged a half hour later as she often did---hair wrapped in a towel, and a towel wrapped around her waist, topless. She leaned against the kitchen doorway and folded her arms, watching Clarissa getting breakfast ready. "Nice. I see nothing is on fire," she said and giggled. "I did some thinking. I could announce you're coming on tonight. You know, tease people. Maybe make it some kind of goal, you know? Oooh, if we get this many donations, I'm going to announce something amazing that's going to blow your mind!" Caitlin laughed. "Maybe have you on in a couple of days? You... probably want to buy some stuff anyway?"

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Clarissa leaned back into her mom's embrace, smiling and nodding as Caitlin spoke of supporting her. She chuckled as Caitlin mentioned knowing that she got off. When Caitlin started talking about how the MILF thing made her feel, Clarissa smiled again. "You're gorgeous, Mom." She said, then nodded as her mom headed to the bathroom before Clarissa got to work on breakfast.

When Caitlin returned, Clarissa chuckled at the gentle ribbing, then nodded at her mom's suggestion for how to go about it. "That sounds good. Build the hype up while I get things ready for my debut."

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Building the hype started that evening, while Caitlin sat before her webcam with her feet up on her desk and her legs spread about as wide as they would go, streaming herself masturbating for her small following. With one hand working her clit, the other drove a toy in and out in a steady rhythm, her moans loud and regular. Her skin shimmered with a faint sheen of sweat, arousal beading in her unshaven pubes as evidence of the excitement she'd built over the last twenty minutes or so. Caitlin wasn't going to last much longer, she knew, and she savored the build-up, the slow teasing. In truth, she'd been edging herself for some time, just letting the pleasure build and build.

She felt herself peak, tumbling over the edge and into her orgasm, crying out loudly as her body shook. She felt herself squirting, laughing at the sensation, the splatter hitting the floor, soaking her chair. Always a good tip-maker, that. She collapsed back into her chair, panting, bare chest rising and falling as she struggled for breath and shivered with the aftershocks of orgasm, the faintest breeze sending jolts of agonizing pleasure through her as she slowly came down again, and laughed.

"Fuck... so I sort of teased a surprise earlier, huh?" Caitlin said, a cheeky smirk on her lips, cheeks still flushed red. She brought the dildo up to her lips and licked the tip. People loved that, too. It made sense, she supposed, and she didn't mind a taste of herself. "Well, I'm sorry, but you know I love to tease, so a tease is all you're getting tonight," Caitlin said with a little snicker. It occurred to her, briefly, that she was basically pimping out her daughter to an audience of perverts---but hey, they were all adults here. "Oh, I know that's unfair, but... let's just say I'm going to show you some stuff you've never seen on here. Oh, my," Caitlin teased. That'd have the desired effect. "So, better stay tuned."

A half hour later, she was out enjoying pizza and a movie with her daughter, and only felt slightly weird about it. The next morning, Caitlin knocked on Clarissa's door again. She waited a few moments, as was polite, then opened the door and poked her head in. Caitlin clearly hadn't been up long, either, wearing a flannel shirt that hung lose to expose one breast and a pierced nipple as she leaned inside. She had the decency, at least, to hide her naked lower half.

"Morning, sunshine," Caitlin said. "You awake yet? We were going to go shopping, right? Get you all set up? I want to get out early, before all the weirdos," Caitlin said, and paused a moment. "The other weirdos, I mean. Coffee's ready, and we can grab something to eat on the way."