Don't Be Shy 10 (Patreon)

“Are you embarrassed by your butt?” Lena trilled in her ear as she walked to the other bedroom. “Because I rather like it. Speaking as a connoisseur.”

“I’m glad you like it, Mistress.”

“I won’t say I hope you misbehave, because that’s rather backwards, but I do look forward to seeing how that ass takes belt leather.”

Kara stopped. Swallowed. The phone suddenly seemed very hard to hold onto. “I’m… I’m a good girl, Mistress. You won’t need to do that.”

“Relax, Kara. I intend to take my time with you. We’re not going so far out of your comfort zone on our first night together.”

“You… you know what you did in my… in there… Mistress.” Kara adding the last word belatedly.

“That was outside your comfort zone? You could’ve fooled me. From the way it—appealed to you, I would’ve thought it was a long-time fantasy.”

Kara didn’t want to argue this. What had happened had happened. Obviously it was all a combination of many, many factors. The taboo, the exotic, Lena herself. It wasn’t her fetish, it was her body’s response to stimuli, nothing more. For God’s sake, how could she be turned on by something she was embarrassed by?

“I’m in your room now, Mistress.”

Lena’s room was a lot like her. Sparse, spotless, impeccable, tasteful. It wasn’t like Kara’s room, so she didn’t think it was the standard Continental arrangement. She could just imagine Lena having exacting instructions for how she wanted the furniture moved around, maybe shipping a few art pieces over to decorate so she had her space just so.

“Do you like it?” Lena asked.

“It’s very nice.”

“Good. You may be spending some time there.”

Some framed pictures on the walls looked like studies drawn by Raphael Sanzio, if Kara’s Art History class was doing her any good. But there was a drafting table against the wall with all the tools of the trade set up and waiting for someone to use them. Kara tried to imagine Lena sitting down and sketching something.

It didn’t conflict with what she got off the woman—Lena would probably draw the hell out of a pigeon on the windowsill, if it came to that. But Lena seemed so driven, so full of commitment. Even in relaxation, with Kara, she had an entire plan of attack, a map drawn all the way to whatever succor she found. It was hard to imagine her doing something as frivolous as drawing a picture or even snapping a photo.

“I do want to give you your own space,” Lena continued, “but, Kara—it’s so tempting to think of being able to drift away to sleep… looking at you hog-tied on the rug.”

Kara was too shocked to manage anything massaged into proper Mistress talk. “That doesn’t sound very good for my sleep cycle… Mistress… or my lumbar alignment.”

“It was just a thought. But if you’re uncomfortable with that, I suppose branding is entirely out of the question?”

Kara choked a little on her next breath. She hadn’t known you could choke on air. “Entirely.”

“I was joking.”

“I wasn’t. No brands.”

“Alright, alright… we’ll tattoo you and that’s all.”

Kara almost yelped something before she realized she was being teased again. “You’re not funny.”

“’Property of Lena Luthor,’ all spun around in a circle so we could put the whole thing on just one cheek. I’d want to keep the other one as is. It already looks so nice already; I’d hate to deface it. But enough chat. I do have to get back to work sometime. Go to my armoire.”

Kara jolted into motion before she stopped herself. “What’s an armoire?”

“It’s… you really don’t know?”

“I might be a bit flustered by how fixated you are on my ass, but I wouldn’t forget what an armoire was if I knew what an armoire was!”

Lena sighed. “It’s like a wardrobe.”

“You have three wardrobes. It’s insane.”

“Let me finish: it’s more ornate than the usual wardrobe—”

“They’re all ornate! They’ve got little leaves carved into them…”

“That’s the filigree. The armoire is also bigger than the average wardrobe.”

“So it’s the biggest one?”

“No, that would be the tallboy.”

“Tallboys are bigger than armoires?”

“No, not precisely, tallboys are a combination of wardrobes and chests of drawers. Look, do you see the piece of furniture directly across from the foot of the bed?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Is it made of oak?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s the one.”

“Okay.” Kara went to stand in front of it. “You could’ve just said the one that was made out of oak.”

“That would be confusing, the tallboy is made out of Sassafras, which is identical to oak in many respects.”

“Oh my God,” Kara groaned.

“You’re a grown woman, Kara, I would’ve expected you to know the difference between an armoire and a wardrobe.”

“Find me a thesaurus where they’re not synonyms!”

“Listen—” Lena took a deep breath, blowing out the phone’s speaker momentarily. “Clearly, we’ve gotten off-track… I should get back to work. You can get dressed again.”

“No, wait, please?” Kara said quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to derail things.”

“I’m not in the mood now, Kara. I really do have work to do.”

Kara sensed that Lena wanted to be tempted a bit… to feel desired… like when someone said ‘don’t tempt me,’ only she hadn’t said that, which obviously indicated a willingness to be tempted.

Or maybe that was wishful thinking. Or maybe she was just curious about this present of Lena’s. Kara didn’t know her own mind; how was she supposed to figure out Lena’s?

“You called me for the sake of your mental health, right? So you could have a little pick-me-up? You should at least feel a little satisfied with me… I want you to be. Look, if you really want to—would it help if I put something in my butt for you?”

When Lena next spoke, her voice slunk around Kara like a friendly cat on her shoulder. “Well. That is a tempting offer.”

Kara silently pumped her fist.

“But I can sense you want to find out about your present… my greedy little pet… I’d be a bad Mistress if I kept you waiting, wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, no, you’d never be a bad Mistress, Mis—” Kara suddenly felt silly using the word mistress twice. “—ss Luthor. Because you won’t keep me waiting.”

“Do you see the drawer at the very bottom of the armoire?” Lena said it playfully, but with very real lust in her voice.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Open it. Your present is inside.”