Please by JustSkipIt

Summary: It's play time for Tara and willow.

After waiting a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the light or lack thereof, Tara continued entering the bar. Goddess, why is it always to dark in these places? she wondered. She nearly had to squint to make out the bar area through the smoke rising especially thickly over the pool tables.

Her confident manner somewhat betrayed the slight trepidation she felt on entering the strange bar. Looking around as she advanced toward the bar, she finally reached the flat surface. Her heart leapt to her throat as she spotted the woman at the end of the bar. Approaching her slowly, she made and maintained eye contact while assessing her.

The redhead leaning against the bar was obviously nervous although she attempted to portray a casual stance. One arm rested on the bar while the other held a drink: intended to give her courage? Release inhibitions? Relax her? Quench her thirst? The last seemed doubtful. She leaned back so that the middle part of her back pressed against the metal bar and she kept switching her weight from one foot to the other, thus giving away her nervousness to the blonde.

Moving slowly, Tara allowed her eyes to trail and linger lustily over the other woman. She appreciated a nicely selected outfit and accessories. Or perhaps, nicely wasn't the right word? Maybe carefully selected would be more appropriate. The redhead wore a very short black mini with a low-cut white blouse. Her hair was pulled back from her face. Although Tara couldn't make out the eye color in the darkness of the bar, she knew that they would be emerald green.

After taking a few moments to leer at the smaller woman's legs and breasts, Tara's gaze moved to her neck. A neck that sported, thank the Goddess, a tightly woven black leather choker. Aware the other woman was watching her every move and glance, she stared at her neck and choker for a few seconds before moving her glance to take in the less delicate black leather band around the redhead's right wrist.

Willow watched carefully as the blonde approached. It hadn't taken long after she entered the bar for the other woman to notice her. She hadn't even ordered a drink before turning to slowly approach. That's okay, I've had 3 in less than an hour, that's enough for both of us she thought nervously. The redhead was nervous about this. She'd never gone to a bar for the purpose of attracting someone before let alone… Well, what she was hoping for, desperate for, praying for.

But shit and damn and fuck. Something was certainly working whether it was the carefully selected clothes or her stance because the blonde was approaching. Willow swallowed nervously as she watched the other woman take in her appearance. Speaking of appearances, the blonde definitely had her attention. She wore a tight pair of black jeans, black boots, and red silk shirt. Her blonde hair was pulled loosely back, showing a pair of ears that were so "cute" they made the Willow smile in spite of her nervousness.

Striding in confidently in spite of her slow pace, Tara kept her eyes fixed on the redhead's. She was aware that the woman was watching her intently and the smile let her know that she liked what she saw approaching.

Willow gulped loudly as the blonde moved toward and into her rapidly decreasing personal space. Moving forward until their lower bodies touched lightly, the blonde reached out her hand to run it lightly over the choker at Willow's neck. Tracing the weave with her fingertips and allowing them to stray over the other woman's skin elicited sparks of almost electric energy to flow through both bodies.

Willow felt almost incapacitated by blonde's touch on her skin. It hit her with a jolt. The energy instantly permeated her body and soul and she allowed a small sound to escape her lips as she whimpered wordlessly. The blonde's eyes held her own prisoner as she stared deeply into the pools of blue.

Enjoying the feel of her hands on the soft skin of the smaller woman and the appreciative moan it elicited, Tara nonetheless wanted to take her time. Without stopping the tracing motion of her hand on the redhead's neck, she reached out with her other hand to wrap the fingers around the redhead's drink hand.

Removing the drink, she slowly set it on the bar. She returned her hand to the now empty one, feeling the cold still trapped in the skin from the liquid and ice in the glass. She traced her hand up the cold fingers to the other woman's wrist. In a deliberately seductive and sensual motion, she traced that hand up the redhead's wrist, the soft meaty flesh of her forearm and sensitive crook of her elbow, outside the upper arm, over her shoulder, and behind her head.

Running her fingers through the red curly locks a few times, she tested the tension of the curls. The hair was soft and luxurious and she looked forward to playing with it later. Entwining her fingers in the hair, near the scalp, she tightened her grip as she leaned closer.

Without ceasing the motion of her fingertips on the now warm choker and neck, she whispered in the redhead's ear: "What's your name?" Enjoying the close contact and feeling of the other woman's hair wrapped around her fingers, she didn't move back as she finished her brief question.

A low-flying aircraft of emotion and energy, Willow took a moment to register the question from the blonde. Barely audibly she croaked out, "Willow. What…"

The simultaneous sensation of fingers tightening around her hair and the finger that the blonde removed from her choker pressing softly against her lips ceased her speech immediately. Pressing her finger to Willow's lips, Tara looked her deeply in the eye. Green! "Buy me a drink," Tara whispered as she dropped her hold on the smaller woman's tresses, turning quickly to stride away.

Willow watched in shock as the blonde turned quickly and confidently to walk away from her. Not wanting the other woman to see her hesitating to obey her command, she turned back to the bar before the blonde could check on her. After gaining the attention of a bartender and shouting over the din of the bar to order the drink, she turned back to survey the bar and find the blonde.

She sat alone at a table at the edge of the dance floor. After perfecting her departure from Willow, leaving the smaller woman standing shocked and deserted with one instruction to follow, Tara had glanced back only once to see the redhead already turned toward the bar, fulfilling her first request. No, maybe request wasn't the right word. That thought brought a smile to Tara's eyes as she began imagining the night ahead.

She gave no help to the redhead as she turned to quickly survey the bar, a look of desperate hope on her face until and after she located the blonde. Tara stared at the approaching woman, moving quickly if not confidently and carrying her drink in front of her along with a napkin. How very neat of her.

Willow blushed red as she moved toward the table that housed the relaxed blonde. Goddess, how can she look so relaxed when I'm carrying her first drink and I've had three? I know I look a mess. Fuck. What am I doing??? She could feel as well as see the blonde's eyes on her. Although the eyes were locked on Willow's green ones, she felt as if the other woman was looking elsewhere: at her, over her, through and into her.

Reaching the table, Willow realized that it held only one chair: the one the blonde sat in. She stopped next to the table and reached out to set down the napkin before placing the drink on it. Her nervousness betrayed her as she shook setting the drink down, spilling precious drops onto her hand.

Tara darted her hand quickly to grasp Willow's wrist before she could retract it after setting down the drink. Pulling the offending hand toward her, Tara brushed her fingers over the wet before taking the fingers in her mouth. She slowly licked the drops from the smaller woman's digits before quickly releasing her hand completely. Picking up her drink from the table, she ran her tongue over her lips before taking a slow drink, knowing that Willow watched her every move, just as she should.

Not releasing her hold on the drink or the other woman, Tara again whispered her intent: "Dance for me Willow." Slowly, she released Willow's wrist.

Willow gulped once before glancing down, her nervousness obvious in response to Tara's request. Or again, not request. Uh, okay, dance. Dance for her. Okay, walk to dance floor, listen to beat, face her. Shit. Calm down. You can do this. Fuck! Willow found her internal dialog helped her to transverse the short distance to the dance floor and begin swaying to the music.

Fortunately, the dance floor was nearly deserted and most people were either at the bar ordering or drinking their beverages, playing pool, or visiting with their friends. Willow's nervousness would only have been augmented by an awareness of a crowd of people watching her, although her awareness of the blonde watching her was enough.

As she sipped her drink appreciatively, Tara watched Willow dance. The redhead was moving slowly to the music, her entire being focused on the blonde and her reactions. Her nervousness was evident with every movement and breath and that could only be a good thing. Before the music could change, Tara had ordered another drink from a passing cocktail waitress and now enjoyed a second while still watching the redhead dance.

Willow was really getting into her performance now, running her hands through her hair and over her leather choker as the blonde had done. The blonde had given up any pretense of staring at her eyes, and allowed her eyes to linger lustily on her legs, hands, breasts, and waist. She leered at the inverted V formed by the smaller woman's legs before locking the redhead's eyes once again. Setting her drained drink back on the table, she waved her fingers casually at Willow as if ordering another drink or some other insignificant addition to a meal.

Tara felt pleased as the Willow immediately ceased dancing and approached the table, dropping to kneel casually at Tara's side and lowering her eyes to the blonde's booted feet. Nearly ready to get out of the smoke and crowd of the bar, Tara ventured one last question: "Do you have a safe word Willow?" She drew out the last syllable, allowing the ll and w sound to roll over and under her tongue and lips, taking up residence for a few seconds in each location.

The question confirmed Willow's highest hopes and greatest fears all in one simple sentence. The way that the blonde played with her name emphasized the way she knew this woman would play with her. "Unicorn," the redhead whispered back. Jesus Christ. What am I doing? Fuck.

For a second, Tara had worried that Willow was about to back out of this encounter, that the request for a safe word was too far, that it confirmed in an undeniable way where they were going. But her voice, while quiet, was clear and unhesitating. Tara laughed internally Unicorn. Good choice. Can't imagine how that would come up in casual conversation. Not that we're going to have casual conversation. Her mouth turned up in a sly smirk at the last thought just before she raised Willow's face to look at her. Leaning forward, she kissed the redhead quickly as she spoke the one word she knew she was waiting for: "Tara": a word Willow wanted to know. Needed to know. Had to know.

Like the Goddess Willow thought as the blonde took her hand, pulling her to her feet and toward the door. Tara never looked back as she moved confidently against the tide now as more and more women entered the bar, the noise rising against the space and smoke. Exiting the building, both women were relieved to feel the cooler air and to escape from the overwhelming cacophony of voices, music, and pool balls.

Willow wondered briefly where Tara was taking her as they rounded the corner by the entrance before she realized that for once, she didn't need to wonder. She didn't need to wonder about anything, to plan for anything. A hot feeling filled her nipples and clit as she realized I can't plan anything. I just do whatever she says. Whatever. She was tempted temporarily to worry as she noted that the blonde had led them into the alley next to the bar. Alleys – never a good idea in Sunnydale.

Suddenly, she felt her body pressed up against the brick wall of the club. Tara looked at Willow as if stalking her prey. Of course, she had already captured her prey but still, she looked like a wild animal, surveying a delicious meal and planning for later. She ran her hand once again over the choker and then placed her palm against the solid wall next to Willow's head. Leaning in, she ran her tongue over the choker and up the redhead's jugular, nipping it playfully and then more roughly. Taking a secure grip with her teeth on the redhead's upper neck, she was disappointed to hear Willow fail to choke off a quiet but sudden, "Ow."

Digging her teeth infinitesimally tighter into the skin for a second, and then placing her fingers on the redhead's lips, she drew back. "No," she whispered firmly.

As the Willow lowered her eyes, she whispered her apology, "I'm sorry Tara." She knew that in all actuality, she should drop to her knees but the blonde's body pressed firmly against hers and the fingers wrapped once again in her hair her made it clear that Tara didn't want that. And that was all that was important. Wasn't it?

She felt slightly ashamed for allowing the whimper to escape from her lips. Briefly she doubted her ability to carry through with this game. With this this this… If a mere bite on the neck elicited a cry of pain from her, what would happen later when Tara's attentions surely intensified. Would she break? Would she accept it and pass any test handed her by this blonde, this Goddess, her Goddess tonight? If she failed, if she disappointed, would it be better or worse? How to even judge that and what is better and what is worse?

Willow's body trembled with a combination of excitement, fear, and discomfort. Part of her neck still throbbed painfully where Tara had dug her teeth in both before and after Willow's forbidden exclamation. While Tara's fingers in her hair did not actually hurt, they let her know who was in charge and added a hint of pain. She knew that Tara could twist her fingers or hand slightly to punish or play with her. Small nubs of sharp mortar pressed into her back where Tara's weight held her against the rough wall. Her nipples felt almost painfully erect against the rough lace of her bra and she could feel her wetness already bathing her.

Tara felt shock at Willow's little outburst. Such a small thing and yet… If a small bite elicited that sound. That couldn't be good. Okay, maybe it could be good. It depended on what you considered good. Good could be more play and more reason to play. If Willow was that ill-trained, it could turn out to be a very long and very fun night. A part of the blonde thrilled to the thought of the redhead's futile resistance. Oh yes, this was likely to be a very long and very fun night.

Part of being in charge, Tara thought, was in controlling tempo and tone. In keeping the other woman off guard. Lessening her pressure against the smaller woman's body slightly to allow her relief from the wall which the blonde knew must be digging into her back, she released her fingers from the redhead's curly locks and brushed her fingertip down the slightly freckled face. Lifting Willow's chin to meet her gaze, she slowly lowered her lips to softly touch the other woman's. Gently she pressed her lips to Willow's as the redhead began to return the kiss.

Wrapping her arms gently around the smaller woman, Tara pulled Willow into a soft embrace as she quested gently with her tongue. Pleased to find the redhead immediately open to the intrusion, she darted her tongue quickly against Willow's lips and teeth. The redhead let out a low moan before gently sucking the tip of Tara's tongue within her mouth. Tara enjoyed the sound of the moan echoing through her body as she again looked forward to the evening Oh Goddess, if a gentle kiss elicits that sound, what sounds will this woman make later? Soundlessly the blonde removed her mouth from the kiss to trail her tongue across Willow's jaw and lick up her neck.

Willow felt lost in the sensation of the gentle kiss the two women shared. She felt glad that her moan was taken appreciatively by the other woman. Feeling the strong arms wrapped against her, arms which had released her from the pain of the mortar pressing into her tender back, Willow melted into their embrace. The trailed kiss across her face was comforting and disturbing at the same instant. The tenderness was such a contrast to to to …

And now there the contrast is. Willow tried to relax as she felt Tara's teeth press softly and then more firmly into her flesh. To pour herself and her trust into those strong bones working toward piercing her tender flesh. As the pressure of those teeth increased and not wanting to fail the blonde or herself again, Willow bit down on her own lip to contain any exclamation of pain. Her teeth moved in mirror to those on her neck and she felt the salty taste of her own blood against her tongue as Tara released her hold, licking and kissing the spot where her teeth had created a firm impression of ownership.

Pleased with Willow's commitment to not making the same mistake again, Tara ran her fingertips again through the smaller woman's hair. She kissed the redhead on the mouth as gently as she had bitten roughly. Tasting the trace of blood on Willow's lip, she understood immediately why the woman had this time been able to resist making any sound. Oh, she could really appreciate that type of resistance. Not many types of resistance sounded good but that type, oh yeah. Darting her tongue out, she softly licked the blood from Willow's lips: "oh, you cut your lip. Does that hurt?" she teased.

As she was attempting the difficult process of forming understandable words, Willow felt the blonde's hand on her leg. She succeeded in not reacting with surprise to the intimate contact. Instead she answered the only words she could find: "Yes Tara."

Continuing to snake her hand under Willow's skirt, Tara half-teased, half-promised the smaller woman, "You will have plenty of opportunities to use that phrase tonight."

Willow felt the blonde's anger immediately as the fingers which were wound in her hair tightened and she felt herself roughly pushed against the wall of the building. She felt Tara's fingers wrap around the edge of her dripping wet panties, winding them to tighten them against her skin. Tara's anger was barely contained in her speech to the redhead. "Off now," she commanded pushing the redhead from her and taking a step back. How much training do I need to do tonight? As a smile crossed her face at her thoughts, she observed Willow's quick reaction to her instruction.

"Yes Tara," Willow spoke as she quickly pulled the panties down over her thighs, calfs, and finally shoes. The soaked silk left a thin trail of dampness as it passed over her tight flesh before coming to rest in her hand. Unsure what to do with them, she stood there intent on the woman in front of her.

Tara pressed her hand into the bunched up panties, appreciating the thoroughly soaked material for a moment as she allowed her hand and the hand of the other woman to absorb the dampness. She could smell Willow's excitement and feel her own. Dropping the offending panties to the ground, she retained her hold on the damp hand. "I'll drive," she announced as she started from the alley, trailing Willow behind her.

Reaching the car quickly, Tara felt some relief. The visit to the alley was very fun and revealed a bit to each woman about the other. But it also carried danger of discovery, from other people visiting the bar or something else. Any number of something elses. In a town like Sunnydale, these games would be better played in the "safety" of a home.

Glancing around, she opened Willow's door, placing the smaller girl in the car before locking the door and shutting it. As she entered the car on her side, she was pleased to see the redhead sitting quietly hands folded in her lap, seemingly concentrating on those hands. Tara began the drive in silence.

Willow sat in the passenger seat of the car concentrating on not moving. She stared intently on her hands folded in her lap as she knew they should be. It was so hard not to turn and look at the beautiful woman next to her. To even sneak a look by cutting her eyes to the side but she knew better. In retrospect, she now knew that the panties were a mistake. Yes, saying "Ow" was a mistake but she hoped that she had made up for that with the next bite. But the panties…

Willow no longer felt the anger radiating from Tara as it had in the instant she had contacted the offending material. She might think this was a good thing. That perhaps the blonde had let it go. But. But Willow knew better. No one with the level of experience she assumed the blonde held ever let something like that go.

She tried to control her breathing to keep from feeling the fear that pooled within her chest. Fear of what was coming. Fear of losing control. No, not losing control: giving up control. Because isn't that what this game is all about? About saying "you are in control and I am yours. Completely and totally. You are all that is important to me in the world." But that feeling, that release and exhilaration, the almost spiritual unity with faith took a journey to reach. And that journey was what made the fear so palatable.

But it wasn't all fear she was feeling was it? No not at all. A smile played up at the corners of the redhead's lips as she assessed her feelings. With the silk barrier now gone, left on the ground in that alley, her juices continued to flow, bathing her pussy, thighs, and skirt. Her nipples strained painfully against the silk of her bra and her skin hummed with an almost magical level of excitement.

Willow did not move as the car pulled to a stop in front of a two-story house. Tara moved around the car to release the smaller woman, taking her hand and leading her from the car and up the stairs to the porch. After assessing the area for unwanted visitors, the blonde unlocked the door quickly, ushering the redhead through the door before pulling it shut and locking it behind them. As the Willow stood in the entryway of the house, facing the stairs Tara spoke in her ear, "no one will be home tonight but us."

Willow gulped audibly in response to this information. It could mean anything really. But why would this woman tell her this? Because she wanted her to know that she could make noise? Because she wanted her to know that Tara would make her make noise? Again, she felt the somewhat conflicting expressions of fear and intense sexual excitement as the blond led her up the stairs and to a large bedroom on the second floor.

Regardless of her announcement of their solitude, Tara shut the door firmly upon entering the room. Seeing the dual emotions of fear and excitement on Willow's face, she again stroked her cheeks and kissed her lightly. Locking her eyes on Willow's beautiful green ones, she spoke again, "I'm going to change. Do the same." As she turned to exit through the door to the bathroom, she heard Willow's clear response, "Yes Tara," and smiled broadly.

Minutes later Tara entered the room though the door from the hallway to a very pleasing sight. She wore a long sheer gown, which buttoned up the front and carried two glasses in her hands. One tall glass contained water while the other contained an alcoholic drink with abundant ice cubes. Closing the door behind her she moved toward the figure on the floor of the room.

Willow kneeled in front of the bed, facing the door of the room. She was completely naked and her clothes were folded neatly and placed in the corner under a chair. She pressed her hands flat against her own lower back and held her head in supplication, looking at the floor in front of her.

Tara strode in front of the beautiful woman and beautiful sight in front of her. Guiding Willow's chin up slightly to allow the redhead to see her clearly Tara directed a kind question to the nervous woman, "Would you like a drink of water Willow?"

Not breaking the eye contact the blonde had initiated, Willow responded as expected: "If it pleases you, yes Tara."

The blonde smiled at the response as she held the glass gently to the redhead's lips, allowing her the opportunity to drink the refreshing liquid. Their earlier kisses had allowed the blonde to estimate the amount that Willow had had to drink tonight and she wasn't planning on giving the girl any more alcohol. She would need to be alert. Tara, on the other hand, felt free to take some liquid relaxation. As she removed the glass from Willow's lips, the redhead thanked her: "Thank you Tara." Tara turned to set the glass of water on the nearby table.

As Willow watched her every motion, the blonde languidly dipped a finger into her drink. She inserted it slowly into her mouth, sensually licking and sucking the liquid from her fingertips as Willow's eyes roamed over her finger and lips. Again dipping her digit into her drink, she touched the wet tip against the redhead's hard nipple and ran it around the aureole. After repeating the action on the other side, and playing with the response of the already hard buds, she commanded Willow to rise: "Stand up Willow."

"Yes Tara," was the redhead's obedient response as she fluidly rose to her feet without removing her hands from their placement at the small of her back. Quickly Tara moved to taste the alcohol, running the tip of her tongue slowly around the edge of Willow's nipple. Shifting her attention to the other side, she surprised the redhead as rather than running her tongue over the flavored flesh, she sucked it greedily into her mouth, scraping over the surface with her teeth.

Casually retreating from the flushed redhead, Tara took a long drink from her glass. As Willow stood still and attentive, the blonde moved slowly around her body, obviously appraising her. Stopping to stand behind the smaller woman and running her hand lightly over Willow's hip, she intentionally breathed into her ear as she spoke: "You are very beautiful Willow."

Nervousness obvious in her cracking voice, the redhead answered immediately, "Thank you Tara. I'm glad my appearance pleases you."

The blonde released a hidden smile as she ran her hands over Willow's tight ass. Quickly, she reached between her legs, parting her lips and tracing her hands through the redhead's wetness. "It seems that something is pleasing you too," the blonde teased. Willow gave no response but a desperate whimper as Tara gave the smaller woman's clit a sudden twist before turning toward the bed.

Willow felt the pain in her clit radiating through her flesh before she could think. The contrast was nearly excruciating. Although she knew the blonde was playing with her, alternating kind gentle touches with more harsh treatment, it was still a surprise after the feel of those fingers gliding through her wet pussy. She resisted making any sound in response to the sudden movement or the increasing excitement as the sensation radiated from the point of contact.

Standing once again in front of the redhead, Tara commanded her: "Hold out your hands."

Willow obeyed instantly, moving her hands from the small of her back to point towards the taller woman. As she responded, "Yes Tara," she attempted to place her wrists at exactly the height and location she anticipated the blonde wanting, and hopefully appreciating although the style of appreciation could vary in any manner.

Her skin tingled as she felt Tara fasten leather restraints to first one and then the other wrist. Each restraint was thick black leather, about an inch and a half wide. A metal ring was attached to the side of the leather. Tara fastened the restraints, and then slowly ran her pinky finger under the material to test for tension. The leather needed to be tight enough that it didn't cause bruising but loose enough to allow adequate blood flow. Willow's arms and hands shook as Tara completed the process of attaching the bands to her wrists. In response to the shaking, the blonde again leaned forward, gently kissing the smaller woman.

Following Tara's instruction to lie on the bed, Willow assumed that the blonde would want her arms spread to the edges of the headboard. As Tara clipped two spring clips to attach the rings to those already attached to either side of the headboard, Willow was impressed with her ingenuity. The clips made attaching or detaching the restraints easy and Tara could achieve either with one hand at any time. Willow admired her thoughtfulness even as she pondered her helpless position. Surprisingly Tara had not restrained her legs.

As if reading the redhead's thoughts, Tara spoke in a whisper: "Do you know why I didn't fasten your ankles Willow?" As she spoke, she accented her words by alternatively caressing and pinching the redhead's nipples.

As Willow responded, Tara moved her hand to glide once again through the wet red curls. Willow was soaked and now dripping onto the bed and it was all Tara could do to resist plunging her fingers into that waiting pool. Instead she trailed her fingers through and around the wet, tracing liquid over the redhead's thighs and stomach. As she brushed Willow's clit, the smaller woman tensed slightly. Tara was aware that her own juices flowed freely under her thin gown and that both women could easily detect the excitement permeating the room.

Taking her time in answering, the blonde leaned forward to whisper in Willow's ear: "I'd like you to be very good. I can tie your legs but I'd prefer that you be good. Do you understand?" As she completed her question, she grasped Willow's clit between her fingers, not twisting or tweaking the muscle, just holding it firmly to underscore her point.

Maintaining her hold, Tara continued her teasing, "Do you think you can be good? Very good?"

"Yes Tara," Willow responded. Yes Tara? Are you insane? You can be good. Jesus. You're going crazy already and she's barely started. As if to reassure herself, she repeated, "Yes Tara."

Locking her eyes to the green ones directly in front of her, Tara raised her hand to her mouth and sucked her fingers. As she did so, she rose from the bed and moved slowly around to the end of the bed. She lay down quickly, pressing her mouth to the redhead's glistening curls and immediately questing for her clit with her tongue. Willow's juices flowed freely and abundantly into the blonde's mouth and she savored the taste and feel. The smaller woman was definitely making the types of sounds, quiet moans and whimpers that Tara loved, but she was "being very good" in terms of not moving her legs. Glancing up, Tara could see the tension in the restraints, the pull of leather against the redhead's tender skin. Hmmm, that might require some care later she inwardly mused.

Willow strained against the bands encircling her wrists, but she was unaware of any pain or discomfort there. She was aware of only two things: the incredible sensation of Tara's mouth on her—devouring her, endlessly pulling her deeper and deeper into her own mouth and into Heaven. She whimpered endlessly with the pleasure of the blonde's mouth so firmly on her. The second was her wish to control her legs. In the past, her legs had always been bound and she always thought that was difficult: to not be able to move against whatever attention or punishment she received. But this. This self-control. This imperative to "be good" when it was imminently obvious what "be good" meant. "Be good" means don't move, don't thrash, don't assume an inch of control.

With the restraints on her wrists, at least she could pull as hard as she needed. The pain beginning to move through her arms was a counterbalance to her awareness of anything else. But her legs… She had no weight to hold them against. She could only tense and relax them to hold still. And still, Tara's mouth on her clit, on her pussy, in her cunt drove her higher and higher. Willow knew that she was about to come. That when she did, she would have to control it. Not move. Not raise her ass from the bed. Not pull Tara closer with her calves and ankles wrapped around the larger woman's back. She tried to hold back the rushing waves of pleasure that so surely wanted to break free.

Standing quickly, she noted the tension in Willow's body, which refused to release itself. The redhead still strained against the ties although her eyes were wide with surprise and need as she searched Tara for a hint of anything. Tara picked her drink up before sitting in the chair facing the bed. She cocked one eyebrow at Willow as she took a long drink.

Shaking with excitement and frustration, Willow whimpered, "Th-th-thank you Tara."

After taking a few more sips of her drink, Tara set it on the bedside table. She moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer. "Do you like to play games Willow?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes Tara, if it pleases you." Tara could barely hear Willow's speech and that in itself was answer enough. She smiled as she reached into the drawer: "Oh, I think this game may please me quite a bit. Let's count."

The blonde's hand emerged from the drawer holding a silk tie, perhaps a belt from a robe or a slip of material from some project. She held it up for Willow who obediently responded, "One?" Setting the blindfold on the top of the dresser, Tara proceeded to pull a progression of items from the top drawer. She noted that while Willow counted each item as directed her tone ranged from excitement to fear. The blonde mentally noted which were which.

As she drained her drink and set it on the dresser to join the other items, she asked the redhead, "How high did we count Willow?"

Willow noticed that whenever Tara spoke her name, she seemed to play with it. To roll it around in her mouth as she did her nipples or any other part of her flesh. As if she wanted to own and possess even that part of the smaller woman. Slightly confused, she answered, "Eleven?"

Hovering her hand above the array of items on the dresser, Tara whispered, "that's right. Now our little game: I put each item I took from the drawer on a number. Pick a number Willow."

"Four?" Willow answered, unsure what was about to happen. Tara picked up the silk once again and moved toward the bed, running it through her fingers. She was pleased to see that she didn't have to tell Willow anything as the redhead had already lifted her head a few centimeters from the bed. "Mmm, now you are being a good girl Willow," Tara purred as she tied the material around the smaller woman's head, completely obscuring her sight.

Willow responded in the only way that she could: "Thank you Tara." Willow felt fear and trepidation but also excitement as she fully understood the game. Some of the items from the drawer were not what she would choose on her own. None of them were things that would cause her to automatically safeword out but still they weren't what she would request either. And certainly not beg for. Although some of them… Well, that was a different story and she imagined there might still be begging with the way Tara was bringing her so close to orgasm and stopping repeatedly. When Tara asked for another number, she hoped for a good one as she croaked, "three."

Willow anticipated something, anything happening right away. Instead she found herself lying on the bed and waiting. And that in itself was an almost torturous experience. She was keenly aware of her every bodily sensation. Her wrists, while not uncomfortable, were securely held in their restraints: restraints which would certainly offer considerable resistance to any tugging or pulling, which already had offered that resistance. Her legs, she concentrated on holding still, wanting to be that "good girl" that Tara wanted her to be. Her nipples and clit throbbed with excitement and her cunt ached for a release she knew was not going to be forthcoming any time soon. Then she felt a shift in the bed as Tara joined her. As the blonde moved closer, Willow realized that she had removed her gown. Perhaps at this point, the differentiation in their roles was so pronounced that that extra layer of distinction was no longer necessary.

Lying next to Willow's inert body, Tara began to run her fingertips over the redhead's flesh, her arms, up to the wrist restraints, the cordoned necklace, her nipples and neck. Feeling the redhead relaxing with the gentle touch of skin on skin, she reached for her cup from the bedside table and removed a cube of ice. ahhh, so perfect that I set the glass on number three. A good way to get the game going she smiled to herself. Intentionally, she clinked the cubes together to ensure that the smaller woman knew what was coming. Not so much to relieve her of worrying, but because anticipation is such an important part of the whole experience.

Willow tensed as she heard the clink of ice cubes in the glass. Obviously Tara was going to remove one and… She tried to relax and trust the blonde. Although she was mentally relaxed, her body was not relaxed as the first drop of cold water fell directly on her already hard nipple. Tara didn't waste any time or energy running the ice over any other part of her body; she instantly rubbed the ice cube on first one and then the other nipple as if trying to see just how hard she could make the small nubs. Willow tensed and strained against the restraints but managed to keep her legs still.

Suddenly she felt the blonde's mouth on one of her nipples. She scraped her teeth repeatedly over the intensely hard nub even as she rubbed the ice on the other and began alternating from one to the other. As the intensity of the bites increased, Willow again bit down on her own lip to keep from screaming out. She could feel the tug and pinching in her nipples and her clit—a clit that was more engorged than she had ever felt it.

Again Tara asked for a number and Willow tried number eight. Tara felt some relief as she reached the dresser and saw the item at number eight: nipple clips. Some of the items were not her favorite and not really something she wanted to play at. In fact, had Willow selected those numbers, she would have just picked up something else. Still, the nipple clips matched the attention she had been paying to the redhead's tight little buds and would look beautiful there. She quickly took them from the dresser and lubricated them with her mouth. Running the ice cube over each nipple to make it hard again (not that the effect had ever dissipated), she quickly attached the metal to each nipple and tugged lightly at the chain. She was encouraged by the whimper Willow released as she attached each metal piece.

As she toyed with the chain, continuing to elicit moans and whimpers from the redhead, Tara lowered herself over the smaller woman. She straddled her, allowing her wetness to contact Willow's lower stomach. Bending over her servant, she lowered her nipple to Willow's mouth, teasing the lips with the tip of her nipples: first one and then the other. Somewhat surprisingly the redhead was able to resist pulling the nubs into her mouth. Instead, she obediently asked, "Tara, may I please kiss your beautiful nipples?"

Smiling at Willow's obedience Tara responded with affected indifference, "that might give me pleasure," as she lowered her nipple to the redhead's waiting mouth. Willow quickly went to work on the hard nub lowered to her lips. First she kissed the tip. Moaning, she licked around the entire nipple and as she felt it hardening under her attention, she sucked it deeply into her mouth.

Tara was nearing a point that would make taking her time impossible. She had to stop and make Willow stop what she was doing. But it felt so good. And… She sat upright again, leaving her wet center contacting the smaller woman's stomach and then moved from the bed entirely. She mused, "that was a good choice and you are playing like a very good girl. Another number Willow."

Tara looked over the items: oh no, eleven just wouldn't do. But seven would be fun. And there was still the matter of the panties to deal with.

Willow felt Tara quickly detach her right wrist and just as quickly attach it to the restraint already holding her left wrist. "Roll over Willow," the blonde quietly whispered.

"Yes Tara," Willow instantly answered, rolling onto her stomach just as quickly. As she rolled over, her nipples and the clamps pressed into the bed, creating more tension on the already painful region. That feeling spread through her body and heightened her already sensitive clit. She knew that she was quickly moving toward that point of needing release and not being able to have it. Or, Goddess, past that point by a long shot.

Tara moved to the bed, rubbing her hand over Willow's ass. "Oh you have such a nice tight little ass Willow. Raise it for me."

Willow did so, resting her weight on her elbows and knees. The chain on the nipple clamps hung down to the sheet, pulling slightly at her already impossibly sensitive nubs. Just before she heard Tara's voice she felt the soft frayed leather strips being draped over her ass. "Now Willow. I must say that I have been pleased with your obedience since we arrived here."

Willow could feel the soft strips of suede gently touching her ass as if just swinging back and forth. She tried not to shy from them as she responded to her best ability, "Thank you Tara. I'm glad that pleases you."

Tara began to swing the leather faster, still teasing the redhead as she spoke again, "But…" She left the word hanging out in the air, allowing Willow to anticipate her point.

"While it seems that you have had some training. I can't imagine that you didn't know not to wear panties." As she spoke, she swung the whip, connecting with Willow's raised ass with a clear but quiet smack. Finally she released the breath she had been holding to add another three swings to the first one. Each was progressively harder and she kept an eye on the tension Willow was holding against the restraints. The redhead was completely silent but Tara could see the concentration in her face.

Tara continued her attention to Willow's reddening ass, alternating softer strokes with harder ones and moving the site of contact to visit the entire area. Throughout the punishment, Tara taunted Willow with questions about why she had chosen to wear panties and why it was the wrong choice. Although Willow was obviously contrite, not to mention whimpering and moaning with each stroke, Tara continued her training until the smooth ass in front of her was criss-crossed with wide red lines.

Pleased with the red lines decorating her slave's tight ass, Tara ran her hand over the sensitive flesh. As she darted her hand between her lover's legs, she felt incredible wetness. The redhead's clit was as swollen as it had ever been and Tara was tempted to take it in her mouth once again. Instead, she suddenly plunged two fingers deep into Willow's cunt as the redhead moaned loudly.

Beginning to fuck the smaller woman with a rocking tempo, Tara leaned over her body to whisper in her ear: "Did you know not to wear the panties Willow?"

Just as Willow was moaning out "Yes Tara," the blonde added another finger, thrusting deep in the redhead. Feeling how close the redhead was to release, Tara thrust a few more times more deeply before removing her hand to Willow's plaintive moan. With her soaking hand, Tara slapped Willow's ass a few more times, pleased with the loud smack she heard.

"Yes Tara," Willow answered. Although her voice broke with the frustration she felt, she spoke clearly and quickly.

"Would you like to show me how sorry you are about wearing the panties?" Tara teased.

"If it would please you my Tara," Willow instantly responded as she felt Tara quickly detach both restraints. She also unfastened the nipple clips and untied the blindfold before gently and lovingly kissing the redhead on the mouth for a few moments. As she drew back, she hooked the wrist restraints behind the redhead's back as she spoke, "Oh I expect that it will please me quite a bit."

Tara pulled the redhead to her as she sat in the chair across from the bed: "In fact Willow, you NEED to please me. Do you understand?"

Willow had dropped to her knees even before Tara began speaking again. Looking up at the blonde, she begged, "Oh please Tara. May I give you pleasure?" In response, the blonde gave Willow another soft loving kiss before entwining her hands in her red curls and pulling her close.

Tara almost came the instant the smaller woman's mouth contacted her pussy. Willow went straight for the wettest part: diving her tongue deep within Tara's depths before alternating that motion with lustily licking and drinking her juices. As she licked Tara's entire pussy, she moaned appreciatively in response to the juices flooding her mouth. The redhead could feel her own juices flowing down the insides of her thighs although she could do nothing about them with her hands restrained behind her back. Not that she would anyway, not until Tara told her to.

Slowly but devotedly, Willow began to lick and suck the hard clit she found in Tara's wetness. She could feel the blonde starting to contract in response to her attentions and was vaguely aware of the excited moans escaping from her. She darted her tongue firmly inside Tara's opening again and noting the very favorable response began alternating thrusting her tongue inside her lover and sucking and flicking the clit with her tongue. Her own juices exploded as she felt Tara's hands tighten against her hair and the blonde came hard, thrusting her center against Willow's active mouth.

Even as Tara's body continued thrashing with the power of her orgasm, she reached around Willow's back to unfasten the clip holding the two wrist restraints together.

Aware that the tension on her hair had not lessened at all, Willow slipped her hand past her still active mouth. Concentrating her tongue on the clit, she brushed her fingers over Tara's quivering opening. Quickly, she thrust two fingers inside to feel Tara's incredible warm wetness. Moving her hands from Willow's hair to her cheeks, Tara gently pulled her up to kiss her mouth and tasted her juices on the redhead's mouth. Darting her tongue within Tara's mouth, Willow thrust her fingers deep into her wetness, quickly adding a third. With the addition of the third finger and a few more thrusts, Tara screamed out Willow's name as she clenched repeatedly around the smaller woman's hand.

After relaxing from the powerful and repeated waves of pleasure surging through her body, Tara pulled Willow onto her lap. Holding the smaller woman against her as she recovered her strength she informed her, "that was very good Willow."

Feeling Tara begin to tease her clit as she spoke Willow could barely respond appropriately, "I'm g-g-glad it p-p-pleased you Tara."

Aware of the tension and frustration the redhead held in her body, Tara continued stroking her clit as the smaller woman whimpered her frustration: "It did Willow. Would you like me to fuck you Willow?" she asked teasingly.

"Please fuck me Tara," she begged and felt the blonde enter her with two fingers, thrusting deeply into her. After a few thrusts, Tara removed her hands to Willow's unbelieving eyes. Quickly she explained, "Let's move to the bed lover."

As soon as Willow lay down on the bed, Tara covered her body with her own. She softly kissed the redhead as her fingers sought her center. Guiding two fingers inside Willow's waiting cunt, she began a slow rhythm. As she brushed Willow's clit with her thumb she whispered in her ear, "Move with me baby." Free to move, Willow thrust against Tara's exquisite hand. After two or three thrusts she shouted out, "Oh Goddess!" and her entire being exploded around the blonde's fingers.

While Tara continued her gentle strokes, Willow felt her cunt contract around the hand filling her. She contracted and released repeatedly until she felt that if asked she could not even answer her name let alone any one else's. When Tara pulled her fingers out, Willow gave a low moan.

As Willow lay spent, relaxing from her powerful climaxes, Tara gently removed first one wrist restraint and then the other. Next she unclasped the leather band encircling Willow's left wrist and dropped the three bands over the edge of the bed. Nimbly unfastening and removing the choker from her lover's neck she kissed its former host lovingly: "So that was n-n-number eight on your list?"

Unable to do more than moan in response Willow nodded her head none-to-vigorously: "mmmm huh."

As Tara wrapped Willow's body in her arms, feeling both of them drifting toward exhausted and satisfied sleep, she whispered in her ear: "Wow, I wonder what number seven will be like.

Tara woke slowly aware of the strong scents mixed in the room. The unmistakable aroma of their lovemaking filled her senses and she smiled as she thought of the evening before. Willow slept as if drugged, her back pressed into Tara's naked front, their heat mixing under the covers. Taking a moment to brush her fingers along the thin wisps of hair on the redhead's neck and noting that Willow didn't even stir Tara kissed her lightly before extricating herself and rolling from the bed. She knew that after last night Willow would sleep for hours if not woken.

Tara laughed inwardly at herself as she remembered the first few times the two girls had spent the night together. They weren't girlfriends or even sharing kisses yet but were enjoying the closeness of chaste snuggles in the single bed in Tara's dorm room. The first few times Tara had awoken and waited for the redhead to do the same. After minutes and even hours she would go and shower, returning to find Willow still sound asleep. Much later returning with coffee and muffins she would find her love still unconscious. Finally after Tara had been awake for two hours or more, Willow would stir to find the blonde studying nearby and always ask where she had gone. She would complain that she missed her Tarebear and that she couldn't sleep without the girl. Right. That's why I've been up for hours while you slept on like the dead Tara would inevitably think.

The blonde went into the bathroom thankful for this time alone each day. Usually she used the time to rise and greet the day, sometimes taking a walk, always mediating. If Dawn had school she would wake the teenager and enjoy their breakfast together as a private bonding time. Now with Dawn and Buffy out of town for the weekend, hopefully having some sister-sister bonding time in LA, she had the house to herself as the sun began to slash through the window.

Tara enjoyed a long slow shower and thought about the night before. She had been the somewhat reluctant to act out Willow's fantasy. Finally she had agreed that if Buffy and Dawn were away for an evening sometime they would try it. Tara hadn't really expected that the slayer would be willing to leave her post but when the trip came up she couldn't back out of her promise. Over the two years the witches had been together they had indulged in light play. It had always been more talk than action as if either woman was afraid to scare the other with her wishes.

And now Tara had a pretty good idea about Willow's wishes. The redhead had gotten so into last night's little adventure that she knew she would only want more. She had apparently been suppressing her interests because she didn't think that Tara would want to dominate her. It was obvious to the blonde witch why Willow would revel so in the submissive role. The redhead had pressure on her in every aspect of her life. She was partnered with a woman who to all appearances had much less power than she did. She was a powerful witch, friend to the slayer, and at times leader of the Scoobie gang. She felt pressure to keep it all together and save the world every day. But in their play, she could totally give it over to Tara. She didn't have to think about magic or power or saving the world. She didn't have to be surrogate mother to Dawn or wonder why Buffy was so depressed since returning to life. She could give that all up. While Tara had no interest in losing herself in that way, she understood why Willow would.

And it was apparent to the blonde just how much Willow had been into their little game last night. Tara didn't know when she had ever felt the redhead so wet as she had been when she was tied to the bed. The blonde smiled as she remembered the stop at the sports store to get some new socks for Buffy. She had seen the carabiner clips near the front desk and picked up four, chuckling as the clerk asked if she was a climber and complimenting her choice: "those are really great clips. Very sturdy. Good for sport. You'll enjoy them."

"I'm sure I will," she had responded with a blush to her cheeks. And with the start to her hardware collection she had begun preparing for Willow's little fantasy with little purchases here and there, things she thought the redhead might enjoy And that you might enjoy too, her brain taunted. And actually that might be the biggest surprise of the evening. The blonde had truly expected that Willow would really get off on their little game but Tara was not prepared for how it had affected her. From the moment she first wrapped her fingers into Willow's curls she had been aroused beyond belief. It was like she wasn't just Tara Maclay anymore. Not the meek shy witch who had so humiliatingly told Willow that no matter what they would still be friends. Not the stuttering girl who couldn't even bring up spells in the Wicca group. Not the girl who was so abused by her family and certainly not the woman who had her sanity stolen by a hellgod bitch. No she was "Tara" and the way Willow said that word, with absolute submission had turned her on like she had never expected.

While the hot water continued to flow over her body Tara allowed her hands to follow. She found herself wet again and enjoyed that slick warmth. Closing her eyes she remembered the sight of Willow's smooth ass raised for her punishment and the sound of Willow's voice as she responded to each stroke and taunt. She stroked her clit and ran her fingertips along her wet lips as she reminisced about Willow's hot wet pussy as she thrust those same fingers into her lover when the girl was tied in place. When she got to the part of the memory that included the redhead kneeling on the floor her hands clipped behind her back, Tara's hands wrapped around her hair, and her mouth working Tara's clit so feverishly as the blonde came powerfully into her lover's mouth, the blonde came again leaning against the wall of the shower.

Willow smiled in her sleep. She felt happy and content and safe and was wrapped in a wonderful erotic dream. She felt as if a huge warm tongue was slowly licking her. The warm caresses began at her toes, working between each one. Then up her feet and calves. Special attention was paid to the knees and she began to giggle at the contact behind the knee. It felt wonderful and made her move as the tongue hit that sensitive spot. Unable to control her movements she jerked her feet slightly away but they didn't move. Waking more fully she tried to move first one foot and then the other but neither would move. Neither would her hands. But she must be asleep; it was so dark in the room.

"Willow," she heard the voice singing quietly in her ear and woke fully. She felt unsure what was happening but Tara's soft voice encouraged her to trust it.

Willow moaned slightly as she thought about it. "It feels like I'm a kitten and you are licking me clean," she purred as she felt the continuing movement of the washcloth.

As if in reward for her answer Tara moved the warm cloth to stroke her lover's lips and brush against her clit. The redhead strained slightly against the ties as she gasped, "not that I'm not e-e-enjoying it baby… but why am I tied down?"

Having completed washing her little kitten Tara placed the washcloth in the bin of warm water before leaning toward Willow. She allowed her hands to trail over the redhead's taut body as she whispered in her ear. "You said you feel like a kitten. Would you like to be my kitten baby?"

Willow was graced by the simultaneous feelings of confusion and arousal. Being tied to the bed was certainly a turn on. For a long time she had been hoping that Tara would want to elevate their play but hadn't been willing to suggest it. But last night… Wow and also wow! But this was just confusing. Why had Tara tied her down and what did she mean "be my kitten?" "Uh, what do you mean?" she asked the blonde.

Tara began paying increased attention to her lover's hard nipples, twisting them in both hands as she again whispered erotically in Willow's ear. "Well," she paused for dramatic effect. It was obvious that she had 100 percent of the redhead's attention as she was again straining against her bounds and breathing heavily. "last night was so… fun. I thought you might like the chance to play like that more often."

Willow felt her wetness trickling from her core as she heard Tara's words. She moaned quietly trying to think of something to say. Before she could do so she felt Tara's soft fingers gliding through her wetness. "Shhh kitty," Tara whispered. "I can tell you like that idea. You want to be my little kitten don't you baby?" Rather than giving Willow a chance to answer verbally she leaned in and began kissing the redhead's mouth with nipping pecks. Slowly she began tracing her tongue around Willow's lips and felt the girl suck her tongue into her mouth. Not ever doubting it in the first place, she was completely satisfied that Willow wanted this too when she began pulling back and felt her lover chasing her, straining against the ties the entire time.

Shifting her touch, Tara began trailing her fingertips lightly along Willow's skin, the feather touch causing the redhead to wiggle as she reached her sides and the undersides of her breasts. Even as Willow trembled from the torture of her tickling she gasped quietly: "yes."

Tara smiled at the desired response. The redhead's reward for agreeing to the play was the sudden sensation of Tara's eight fingernails raking a path down her stomach as Willow arched from the bed and moaned. "Thank you," the smaller girl could barely breathe out.

Leaning forward Tara sucked one of Willow's rock hard nipples into her mouth. Initially she gently kissed and licked the tip, bathing it all around with soft caresses. Just as Willow was getting used to that motion she suddenly drew the tip into her mouth and pressed it against her teeth while simultaneously twisting the other nub between her fingers. Willow continued to moan and whimper and both girls could smell their combined scents filling the room. Tara stretched her body over the bed and pressed her soft breasts against Willow's chest as she whispered in her ear: "I added a new item to my list this morning."

"Please….," was all Willow could manage as she felt Tara's fingers probing in her soaking wetness. All she wanted was her lover's fingers inside her, filling her, making her come and pull against the ties.

She was surprised when Tara explained, "we need some new rules though my kitten." Willow stilled completely speechless. She truly had no idea what her lover might be talking about and was just focused on the attention she was paying to her dripping wet center. Suddenly grasping Willow's clit between her thumb and forefinger and using her other two fingers to slightly thrust into the redhead's opening Tara whispered in the redhead's ear: "this is mine." She was pleased to hear Willow moan her agreement but wanted complete submission. "Who does this belong to kitten?"

Willow could barely believe this scene. Here she was absolutely floating, pulling against the bounds and entranced by her powerful lover. She had never dreamed that Tara would want to play like this. She must have really enjoyed last night. "You," Willow squeaked.

Tara twisted Willow's clit slightly to express her displeasure with the girl's response. "I said who does this belong to kitten?," she emphasized the title at the end of her question.

As the pain and surprise of the twist on her clit passed through Willow's being she tried to focus on the question. She wants me to use her title. But what is the title? Do I call her "Mistress" or "Mistress Tara" or "miss Tara" or what? I guess if she wants me to call her something different from last night she'll tell me. With that conclusion Willow finally passed a significant point. She finally understood her role. If she needed something it would come from Tara. "You Tara," she moaned.

Tara smiled evilly as she heard Willow's response. Oh she is learning so well, she thought with approval. Gently she leaned down to kiss her lover's lips before whispering her next point: "Yes kitten; it's mine and I say when it comes."

Willow gulped as she heard Tara's dominating words. Oh Goddess! That's about the sexiest thing I've ever heard, she thought. Realizing that she wasn't reacting quickly enough she eagerly answered her lover, "yes Tara. You say when I come."

In response to Willow's eager words Tara leaned forward and started playing with the redhead's tiny nipples again. She could smell Willow's essence escaping from between her slick lips and was glad to know that this play could affect the girl so strongly. As she pinched and tugged at Willow's nipples, entranced with both the feeling and the low moaning sounds Willow was making, she started telling the redhead a story: "while you have to wait for my permission, I already came once today." She waited a beat and knowing that Willow wouldn't interrupt she told her, "I was in the shower thinking about last night. It was just so hot the way you looked on the bed, how wet you were for me…"As she said this she ran her fingers through Willow's wetness as if to demonstrate that again the redhead was just as wet. "And then your tight little ass as I spanked and whipped it for your poor training...mmmm"

She leaned over and began to nip at the soft skin on the underside of Willow's small breasts as if reminding the girl of her mistake. She could feel Willow trembling under her touch and knew that she was virtually dripping onto Willow's hip. "But do you know what I was actually thinking about when I came kitten?" she asked.

Willow could barely answer the question. She didn't think it was rhetorical. "No Tara," she whispered. As Willow spoke Tara reached down to run her fingers through her own wetness. Oh Goddess! I'm going to come the second she touches me she realized. Gathering plenty of her essence on her fingers she softly brushed them against Willow's lips. "Oh please Tara, may I suck your wonderful taste into my mouth?" Willow obediently begged.

Pleased to reward her kitten for her obedience Tara assented: "yes kitten. You may." She continued with her story: "when I came I was thinking of how much I enjoyed coming in your mouth and all over your beautiful face while your hands were tied behind your back."

As she heard Tara's words Willow slowly ran her tongue over her lips, pulling her wetness into her mouth and sucking it from the tip of her tongue. Moaning from the taste and smell filling her senses as well as the blonde's words Willow answered, "th-th-thank you for letting me pleasure you Tara."

Tara leaned down to whisper in her lover's ear: "would you like the chance to try again kitten?"

Smirking Tara again whispered, "later we'll deal with that answer kitten." Willow's sharp intake of breath let her know that the girl had realized what she did wrong. Nonetheless, the blonde was dripping wet and she wasn't feeling patient. Smoothly she pivoted so that she was straddling the redhead's face, poised above her mouth but dripping onto her lips and chin. She heard her kitten moan in appreciation of the taste and glanced down to see Willow's small red tongue darting out to taste the warm liquid dripping on her tongue. Gently Tara released the clip on Willow's left hand to free it before gently informing the girl, "tap twice to safe word lover." After waiting a second for Willow to ask a question if she didn't understand, she lowered herself immediately onto Willow's luscious mouth.

The girl immediately began licking Tara's lips and took a second to center herself. She had expected Tara to straddle her facing the headboard so that she could hold on while Willow licked and sucked her to bliss but the blonde was facing the other way. Maybe she's going to… No don't think about that. Just concentrate on pleasing your Mistress, she reminded herself. Slowly Willow ran her tongue along Tara's lips, lips which were literally dripping with the blonde's sweet juices. Quickly she ran the flat of her tongue up and down Tara's dripping pussy as if guiding the flow of her liquid into her mouth before swallowing the sweetness.

Tara's thoughts were completely non-verbal as she absorbed the attention Willow was paying to her pussy. Her clit was completely engorged and she suspected that she would flood the redhead's mouth even more the second she touched the sensitive nub. She had sat facing Willow's body with the initial intention of allowing the redhead to come at the same time. After all, who could resist the promise of simultaneous dripping wet orgasms? But then she realized that to truly make her point this morning about the new rules, she should let Willow please her first. Reinforce for the kitten that her first priority should always be pleasing her Mistress. Mistress? Do I want her to call me that? Is that a little strange? Having decided to postpone both Willow's pleasure and any decisions about her title, Tara relaxed fully into the feeling of her kitten's mouth ravishing her. Willow was darting her tongue deeply into Tara's opening drawing out even more of her juices.

Tara's load moans filled the room. She was practically screaming and Willow smiled her enjoyment of her lover's pleasure. She always loved making love to this beautiful Goddess-like woman and when she straddled her face… well that was just heaven. She felt tempted to use her fingers but knew that Tara had only loosened that binding to allow her a safe-word motion; if she wanted her "kitten" to use her hand, she would say so. Still avidly licking Tara's flowing juices the redhead lightly brushed the tip of her tongue across the Tara's swollen clit. Not until she actually touched that muscle did she realize just how excited Tara actually was by their game this morning. Sure she was dripping all over Willow's face but Goddess, her clit was just so swollen. With the contact Tara screamed: "Willow!"

The blonde was still screaming seconds later as she felt Willow's talented tongue brush across her clit for the third time. Her orgasm started from the soles of her feet and gathered speed as it raced toward her center, exploding outward from there. "Oh Goddess! Willlllloooooowwww!" she screamed as her body shook from the powerful climax. Softly she fell forward onto the bed, tilting slightly to the side to lie next to her lover. After a moment she shifted around to lie face to face with the redhead. "Mmmm," she groaned quietly, "it's a good thing Dawn and Buffy aren't home."

Willow nodded her agreement slowly and smiled broadly as she felt her lover's tongue start to slowly trace a soft pattern around her mouth and chin. Gently the blonde cleaned Willow's face as she whispered, "cleaning my kitten," before removing the blindfold. The redhead smiled lovingly as Tara leaned in to kiss her lips. "I love you my kitten," she whispered.

The smile never left Willow's face as she heard Tara's voice. Obviously the game was still on as indicated by Tara calling her "kitten." She had pleased her lover and knew that that was all the pleasure she deserved, but maybe… She felt Tara's fingers trailing up the underside of her arm, tickling the soft sensitive part of her skin on their way to her wrist before reattaching the clip to the one on the headboard. The redhead failed to restrain a shudder as she appreciated the continuing teasing touch of her Goddess. She watched expectantly as Tara trailed both hands over her arms, chest, and to her nipples.

Finding Willow's nipples rock hard, diamond hard, as expected, Tara tweaked them playfully for a minute before pinching harder. She alternated pinching one and then the other as Willow moaned, "oh thank you Tara."

Not changing her pattern of alternating pressure on the redhead's small nipples Tara huskily whispered, "very good kitten." "You have pleased me well this morning kitten," she purred. As if an afterthought she added, "for the most part," as she slid down the smaller girl's body. Her nipple virtually glided through Willow's soaking wetness and she could smell the girl's arousal emanating from her body. A smile covered her face as she reached down to unclip the girl's feet. The smile was absolutely indelible as she thought about those legs, legs that she knew would soon be wrapped around her.

Willow felt Tara releasing her legs but wasn't sure why until she felt the blonde push her legs apart and urge her to bend her knees. Obviously she wanted her kitten open for her, Goddess knew that she was as wet as she had ever been. She began to straining lightly against the binds still holding her hands as she felt the blonde nipping her way up the inside of her thighs. When she reached Willow's soaking wet center Tara began rubbing her face against Willow's hair, thoroughly soaking her cheeks. She purred into the redhead's center but she still wasn't hearing what she wanted. She'll learn, she silently reassured herself as she continued teasing the redhead.

Willow's body was shaking from the tension. She had never needed released so badly and prayed that Tara would give it to her soon. She could feel Tara's warm breath on her hair. Oh Goddess, she thought over and over almost praying for sweet release. Why doesn't she do something? What does she want? Anything… Finally it hit her. Maybe… maybe… maybe…. "Please Tara?" she cried and only hoped that it was what the blonde was waiting for.

The instant Tara heard Willow's voice she wrapped her lips around the redhead's clit. A brief thought about immediate positive reinforcement and its probability for eliciting the same action in the future was quickly replaced with her pleasure at the wondrous taste of her lovely kitten on her tongue. As Tara softly licked and sucked her lover the redhead moaned and writhed with pleasure, pulling gently against the bounds, the pressure of which only increased her arousal. Knowing that the kitten was close to her release Tara pulled back slightly, nipping at her outer lips and rewarded by the sound of Willow's sudden intake of breath.

Thank God I didn't cry out, Willow thought as she managed to stop her cry in response to Tara's nip. It was just such a sudden contrast with her luscious mouth on her sensitive nub. She knew she was being rewarded for resisting crying out when she felt two fingers enter her suddenly. She was so wet that they just glided right in with no resistance and she wondered if the blonde would soon augment them with another. Tara hadn't told her not to move but she hadn't told her to move either and Willow wondered which the blonde witch would prefer.

Tara couldn't believe how hot and wet and open her lover was as her fingers virtually slipped in and out of her slick core. Simultaneously she returned her lips to Willow's swollen clitoris and slid a third finger into her. Willow arched her back as she screamed, "thank you Tara."

Thrusting quickly and deeply into her lover Tara whispered, "come for me kitten. Wrap those hot legs around my body," before latching her lips around Willow's clit once again. As soon as she had spoken she felt Willow's legs wrap around her as the redhead began to buck wildly with each thrust of Tara's finger. Willow was so wet and was thrashing so hard that the blonde wondered if her entire hand was going to slide right in maybe another day… .

"Oh Goddess, thank you Tara!" Willow screamed as her core clenched around Tara's thrusting fingers. She wrapped her legs even tighter around the woman's body as her body shook uncontrollably.

Even as Willow's body continued to spasm Tara used her tongue to lick the redhead clean. She could hear the girl interspersing her praise in the form of repeated exclamations of "thank you Tara," with indiscriminate moans and whimpers. Allowing the smaller girl to ride out her climax as well as the one following that, she slowly moved up Willow's body to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Gently she released the clips holding Willow's wrists and kissed the girl on the forehead. "I love you Willow," she whispered as she felt the girl's arms wrap around her. Rolling onto her side she allowed her hand to gently caress her soft skin.

The last words Willow heard before falling into a deep and exhausted sleep were "I'll always take good care of you my kitten." She vaguely registered Tara's strong arms wrapping around her and noted her own smooth breathing.

"All of Gaul is divided into three parts."
"All of Gaul is divided into three parts."
"All of Gaul is divided into three parts."
Tara shook her head as she attempted to concentrate on her studying. The entire first part of the conquest would certainly be on the test so she had quite a bit more to translate by Wednesday. Latin should have been an easy class, not to mention being useful for spells and Scooby research. And normally she would have found Caesar's conquest of Gaul fascinating but for some reason her mind kept wandering.

For some reason? Gee Tara, what reason do you think that might be? She giggled to herself as she subtly slid one finger under her boxers to find a nice wet covering infusing her inner lips. The crotch of her shorts was nearly uncomfortably damp. Looking down to see Willow concentrating on her computer, the blonde licked the wet off her fingertips. Mmm, delicious. Not quite as bold as Willow's juice but lovely nonetheless, she confirmed.

She thinks I don't know what she just did, Willow smirked glad that Tara couldn't see her face. Tara thinks, she corrected herself. I need to train even my thoughts to submit to her, she admonished. Her lips curved up as she took a deep breath, inhaling Tara's wet scent, a scent she could faintly detect anyway. But when the blonde had stroked herself her essence had intensified. Only Willow's certainty that they were still playing kept her hand from shooting out to capture the blonde's wrist before seductively sucking each finger into her mouth and tasting that wondrous treat.

And there was absolutely no doubt that they were still playing. When Tara had woken her the first time this morning, she had said that she wanted to take all day. At first the kitten hadn't been entirely sure that Tara meant that the game would really go on all day but for the most part it had.

When Willow woke up after their intense morning session she opened her eyes to see Tara staring at her lovingly. The blonde was softly rubbing flavored lotion on her lover's wrists. "I love you Willow," she whispered.

Willow smiled before leaning forward to capture Tara's lips in a chaste kiss, all too aware of the potential funkiness. She still had not brushed her teeth since last evening and although Tara had showered before thoroughly cleaning her kitten, the sheets definitely needed changing. If Buffy and Dawn had been home the witches would have been burning incense. Of course if Buffy and Dawn had been home, this would not have happened. "I love you Tara," she whispered.

Tara looked slightly askance at the redhead as she continued caressing her soft flesh. "Tara doesn't want to hurt her kitten, she emphasized.

Tara kissed the redhead gently on the cheek before challenging her answer. "Sweetie. The whip? The spanking? The biting? It has to hurt." Much as she had enjoyed the play she didn't enjoy the thought of hurting Willow.

Willow rolled over so she was lying on top of the taller girl. She wanted to explain what it meant to her, how it made her feel, but she didn't trust her ability to do it in a way that pacified Tara. "Yes, it's pain at a basic level but it doesn't hurt like that." She searched for a way to explain: "it it it… it focuses everything."

"Focuses," Willow repeated, "it's like all that is important in the whole world is the kitten serving her Tara." She looked away as she continued, "there's nothing else. I don't have to worry about Buffy or Dawn or stop an apocalypse." She looked up again: "I'm the kitten and the kitten has one prime directive: please Tara."

Tara smiled as she heard the girl's honesty. Much of what she said fit in perfectly with Tara's suspicions about Willow's interest in the game and her motivation (plus which she obviously got off on it). But still… "but baby. I know it hurts."

Willow heard Tara's words again. Am I not speaking clearly? Is she not listening? Then it started to hit her: I haven't really thought about why she wants to play. Why would Tara want to play? Again she tried to explain in a way that would make her gentle lover accept and embrace the game. The redhead strongly suspected that Tara really wanted and needed this too but she had to make it ok for her. "It's a good kind of pain baby. It's … like…" She struggled for words: "it's like … you know right before you orgasm—how it hurts at that instant, but then it breaks and you fall over and in and it's completely amazing. And the more intense it was before the more intense it is after?"

Willow's words warmed Tara. She felt released from her trepidation over the game. In their play she was temporarily released. Just as Willow didn't have to deal with her responsibilities, neither did Tara. She didn't have to try and be the adult to care for Dawn, worry about Buffy, or lecture Willow about using too much magic. Tara knew, had always known, that she was the junior partner in their relationship in nearly every way. Willow was definitely more powerful magically and growing more powerful all the time; the redhead was more useful in doing research and computer work; and Tara knew her lover was smarter than her (not by much but smarter nonetheless). But she was the heart. Willow knew that Tara's love for her was immense. Tara held the love and sensuality for their relationship. She knew that Willow orbited her sexually. In their relationship the redhead had found complete fulfillment. She had always told Tara that she was her everything, both in love and in making love.

And this game could give her both, could give them both. It released both girls from their power imbalance, creating a forum in which they shared power or at least one which temporarily reversed the structure. Her kitten's only purpose was to serve her, to give her Tara pleasure. "Come take a shower my love," she smiled, "we need to study today." As Willow was starting to roll to the side she heard the blonde's quiet teasing, "and do some other things my kitten."

Willow reviewed all this as she sat on the floor, her back resting against Tara's chair as both girls studied, or tried to study. Surprisingly she had made good progress even though her mind had strayed and wearing wrist restraints. Tara had told her that she wanted her kitten ready "just in case" when she had fastened them on. And obviously Tara's mind had strayed … Willow's face erupted in a full smirk as she thought of the last time her lover's mind had strayed so:

Tara had been stroking Willow's hair softly and the redhead could smell that she was stroking herself too. The touch had become more firm until Willow heard Tara's singsong voice: "Oh kitten…"

Tara had enjoyed the way her kitten had pleasured her so well. Being pretty sure that she wanted her kneeling servant to use her fingers as well as her talented mouth she had not utilized the restraints but had kept a firm hold on the kitten's soft hair. Although she knew that Willow would be soaking wet and open for her, Tara had resisted, using her teasing whisper to tell her that it was time to learn anticipation: "time to learn anticipation kitten." Willow looked simultaneously disappointed and excited as the blonde instructed her to go clean up, "without spending too much attention on my little toys…"

Willow had almost felt that she could have come right then but of course she followed Tara's directions. That decision turned out to be a good one as the blonde had inspected the kitten's fingertips before kissing her deeply and allowing her to return to studying.

And now… Willow could feel her juices dripping from her naked opening onto the towel. Tara told her as she attached the restraints that she would not need any clothes while they studied. Occasionally the blonde reached over to twist or tweak her lover's nipples but otherwise acted completely disinterested.

The redhead could smell Tara's essence even stronger now. She didn't know if the Mistress would appreciate it or would punish her but she wanted to serve here so much. Slowly she turned to she was kneeling facing the chair, hands on her back, eyes on Tara's feet. "Tara?" she asked tentatively.

"Tara," Willow began, "may I please give you pleasure again? I would like to serve you on my knees." She added the last part divided over whether Tara would hit on the fact that it wasn't about what the kitten would like or encouraged by Willow's serving her on her knees.

Tara leaned forward in her chair and started playing with Willow's hair. "You know it's not about what you would like right?" She purred as she began toying with her servant's hard nipples.

Willow bit her lip slightly as she answered, "yes Tara." Unsure what else to do she begged: "please Tara? Please may I serve you?"

As if I would need that much convincing, Tara thought. The blonde leaned forward as she told her servant, "you seem very eager my kitten. Run upstairs and get one clip from the nightstand."

Willow told her Mistress, "thank you Tara," even as she jumped up to run up the stairs. Goddess it's a good thing everyone is out of town, she again thought as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Before she could lower her eyes she noted that Tara had removed her clothes and was sitting again in the armchair, her legs spread and her fingers gliding through her wetness.

Tara did not miss the quick look of excitement that passed over Willow's face but she had quickly dropped her gaze. As Tara continued stroking herself the kitten dropped to her knees again and held out the clip. "Attach it to one restraint kitten," Tara instructed.

"Yes Tara. Thank you," Willow answered as she did as directed. The excitement of knowing how she was serving Tara made her wish she could attach the other.

"Good kitten," Tara praised the redhead as she kissed her lips gently while tilting her head up to gaze into her eyes. While she used the clip to hook both Willow's hands behind her back Tara told her, "I like that you are so eager to serve me kitten…" "But," she emphasized as she began twisting Willow's hard nipples between her fingertips, "you seem a little impatient. We will work on that my kitten." She felt Willow shudder at her promise.

Willow felt as if Tara was offering her a reward with her promise of "working on" her impatience. The redhead looked forward to any work the blonde might have in mind. The final twist Tara gave to her impossibly hard nipples sent shockwaves through her body and straight to her swollen clit. Willow could feel her juices spilling from her body and knew that one touch from Tara, combined with permission of course, would cause a shuddering climax. "Please Tara?" she begged looking from her lover's beautiful blue eyes to her glistening delta.

Tara again kissed her kitten, this time more forcefully before pulling back. She could already feel herself becoming more aggressive sexually and could hardly wait for the fun she had planned in a little while. Goddess, she thought, if she hadn't started begging, I would have had her on her knees any second anyway. This way she thinks it's a reward. Tara nearly giggled to herself as she wrapped her fingers in the kitten's hair. "Nice and slow my kitten," she purred as she pulled the girl's eager mouth to her center, "there's plenty for you to drink up little kitten."

Willow felt Tara's hands in her hair pulling her closer and inhaled the heady scent of her soaking arousal. Goddess, she thought, she just loves me on my knees serving her like this. Very slowly she ran her tongue along her lover's soft lips. The taste was stronger now since she had already pleasured the woman a few hours earlier. It was simply intoxicating and she felt completely absorbed into the motion of pleasing her lover. Her mouth and tongue made slow trails up each lip, drinking up Tara's sweet juices once again. She was so entranced with circling her tongue around Tara's clit that she barely noticed the harder and harder pinches on her nipples, Tara's soft voice, or her intense moans.

Tara absolutely could not believe the heights of arousal she felt as Willow's mouth worked its magic. Between moans of pleasure she twisted her kitten's nipples, noticing the muffled sounds it brought. As she closed her eyes, she pictured her hand descending on Willow's smooth white flesh. On it would be just too wonderful to hear the kitten cry out; Tara would have to change that rule very soon. She couldn't tell if the kitten could even hear her as she began telling her, "oh kitten. That feels so good. You look so sweet and sexy on your knees like this… my little kitten…oh yeah… oh ….oh…Ahhh…!" and her back was arching away from the chair as she held her kitten's mouth firmly to her quivering opening and shuddered and shook against that talented tongue.

Willow returned to her awareness gradually continuing to lap at Tara's center. Each stroke of her tongue brought more moans and shakes from the blonde and Tara's hands still twisted in her hair told her not to stop her attention. She knew that Tara loved her on her knees like this and she found it the most special privilege in the world. As Tara finally unclenched her fingers Willow dropped her gaze once again to tell her sincerely, "thank you Miss Tara so much for allowing me to serve you on my knees."

Tara leaned forward to gently kiss her kitten's lips before trailing her tongue around the redhead's mouth to clean her own juices. "Kneel up higher kitten," she instructed.

Willow did as Tara ordered immediately. She didn't know what the blonde wanted and was completely eager to do whatever she asked. Quickly she felt Tara's fingers probing between her lips and circling her clit. "Oh kitten, how wonderful," Tara gasped. Willow groaned out loud as she tensed her muscles to keep from climaxing. She knew she couldn't come if her Mistress didn't give permission. "How much of your studying did you complete?" Tara asked as she grasped the redhead's clit.

"F-f-four of six algorithms, Tara," Willow moaned back nearly crying with her need to come. Tara recognized the tension in her lover's moan. She didn't want the redhead to fail at this lesson. "Then it's time to do some other activities…," the blonde hinted. As she unclipped the restraints she told her kitten: "I'm going to take a shower. Clean up down here before coming up stairs. When I come in, I expect to find you on the bed read to have a lesson. Do you understand?"

Willow feared that words would fail her. Instead she nodded. Quickly she felt Tara's hand on her chin. "I – said – do – you – understand – kitten?"

A few minutes later Willow entered their bedroom, having cleaned up the towels and their study materials. She considered whether she should change the sheets but figured if Tara wanted that done, she would have said. She was glad she had beaten Tara to the bedroom. Unsure how Tara would want her for what she assumed would be a spanking she tried to anticipate Tara's wishes. After placing a towel over her pillow, she lay down over it with her ass raised in the air. As she heard the shower turn off, she interlaced her fingers behind her neck.

Tara entered the bedroom to the sight of her lover lain across the bed with her round little ass raised for a spanking and her fingers intertwined. It heightened her arousal in spite of the numerous releases she had already had today. Goddess! Who would've thought that in 24 hours I've become so crazed at the thought of dominating her? The blonde had intentionally been very vague with her orders to see how Willow would react. Tara kneeled next to her kitten, running her hand over her bottom to let her know what was coming. "My kitten," she called out quietly.

"First, we are changing a rule," Tara began explaining, "you may cry out if something hurts but don't ask me to stop unless you want to safe word. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes Tara," Willow agreed. Does that mean she likes to hear me cry out? The thought intrigued and excited the prone girl.

"Yes kitten," Tara agreed, "you may address me as Tara, Mistress Tara, or just Mistress." She heard the redhead whimper and added, "with each spank today you will count and thank me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Tara," Willow eagerly answered. She finally had permission to use the title that would make her feel most submissive. Oh Goddess…

Tara's first stroke fell lightly n the round globe of her lover's bottom. "One. Thank you Mistress Tara," the redhead called out. Barely had she finished speaking when she felt the blonde's hand descend again. Tara varied location and strength, noting the reddening of her kitten's soft skin until she heard the smaller girl cry out, "Ten. Thank you Mistress Tara!"

Willow noticed Tara's use of her name and feared that the blonde wanted to end the game. The redhead wanted to reassure her lover. Her ass felt wondrous, red, and hot, and she was glad she had put down a towel or she would have been sleeping in a puddle tonight. "Mmm," Willow purred, "it feels wonderful Tara. Thank you."

Tara was pleased with her lover's answer. She had given her an out and it was obvious that the girl did not want it. "Wait here kitten," she ordered as she rose from the bed to return after a few seconds. "You did very well in that lesson kitten," she said.

"Thank you Mistress Tara," the redhead again groaned. She felt the leather straps against her bottom as Tara told her, "that was a lesson. This is punishment for your impatience and for not addressing me correctly when I asked if you understood. Count my kitten."

Willow's body was shaking with excitement even before Tara finished speaking. The first stroke was much harder and more stinging than the slaps of her "lesson." It fell just as Tara instructed her to count. She cried out involuntarily as the leather struck her sensitive flesh but still managed to say, "One. Thank you Tara." Her nipples ground into the bed with each stroke as they fell on her ass and thighs. She did not cry out with each stroke but still managed to count and thank her Mistress appropriately until "ten. Thank you Mistress Tara!" roared forth. She felt Tara softly press her body on top of hers, Tara's wet pubic hair tickling her red sensitive skin.

Firmly the blonde pressed her lover's legs apart with her own as she probed between them with her fingers. Knowing how close the redhead would be to climaxing, she stroked through the wetness only long enough to determine how turned on the girl was. "You did so well my kitten," Tara whispered as she began nibbling on Willow's ear.

"T-t-thank you Mistress Tara," Willow gasped as much as spoke. Suddenly she felt Tara press away from her body. Again the blonde's hand stroked her sensitive ass and Willow wondered if she had another lesson or punishment planned. "Wait here kitten," Tara instructed as she strode from the bed. Willow lay still as she waited for the next instruction from her Mistress. She felt more than a little trepidation over Tara's plan. While her "lesson" and "punishment" had hurt – and the heat on her bottom had certainly not abated – she was not afraid of more pain. What she was afraid of was her certainty that she would not be able to resist coming if Tara continued. She knew from reading she had done that as a well trained submissive she should be so attuned to Tara's wishes that she didn't even think of coming without permission. But she knew that she had not yet reached that point.

As Tara re-entered the room she was surprised to see the look of sadness on her lover's face. She rushed over to softly stroke her face. "Sweetie? Willow? What's wrong?" She used Willow's name intentionally to let her lover know that the game was suspended. Oh Goddess! I hurt her, Tara panicked.

Willow turned over quickly allowing herself to be enveloped in Tara's arms. She knew that she was shaking. What if she disappointed Tara and the girl didn't want to play again? Smoothly she slid onto the floor kneeling at Tara's feet as she softly begged, "please don't be disappointed. Please?"

"Baby-love," Tara purred as she brushed the tears from Willow's eyes, "why would I be disappointed?"

Willow looked at the floor as she explained, "I-I-I almost came. I'm not a good kitten." She looked up at her Mistress with desperation in her voice: "Please don't give up on me Mistress Tara. I can be a good kitten. Please?"

Ok shocker there, Tara thought as she began to understand how badly her lover needed this game. Attempting to reassure the smaller woman, Tara told her, "you are a wonderful kitten. Come with me."

Willow felt Tara rise from the bed and taking her hands, gently lead her to the bathroom. Realizing that her lover was not disappointed in her she finally stopped shaking. As the redhead looked around she noted the filled bathtub, the soft scent of jasmine filling the room, and the candles lit around the bathroom. "It's the Mistress's job to take care of her kitten," Tara told her. "Get in the tub my love," Tara gently ordered.

Willow quickly did as instructed. The water was the perfect temperature but her bottom still burned when it made contact. "How does that feel?" Tara lovingly asked.

"Wonderful. Thank you Tara," Willow answered. She was pretty sure that they were still playing but using Tara's name would be acceptable either way.

Tara trailed her hand through the water as she told the redhead, "I'm so glad. Just relax and enjoy and I'll be back in a few minutes." She leaned forward gently kissing her lover on the lips and forehead before exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Willow did exactly as instructed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She briefly wondered what her Mistress had in mind but told herself that the day had already been so perfect that nothing could mar it. Whatever else Tara had planned would be just as wonderful. She felt reassured that Tara was not disappointed in her kitten but would continue training her. And… the way the kitten's bottom still stung was a luscious reminder of that training. Although she felt aroused and frustrated her hand never even inched near her center. When Mistress Tara says the kitten can come, the kitten can come, she thought. Her clit throbbed with need as a smile crossed her face.

"That's a beautiful smile kitten." Tara's words broke Willow's thoughts. The redhead had been so involved in her ruminations that she hadn't even heard the blonde enter the bathroom. Tara knelt by the tub and trailed her hand slowly through the water. "Let me warm this up a little," she explained as she turned on the hot tap. As the infusion mixed with the existing water she reached for a soft wash cloth and poured scented soap onto it before lathering it up. "Arms kitten," she lovingly commanded. Starting with Willow's extended arms, she slowly washed every inch of her lover's body. Running her bare soapy fingers through Willow's lips and around her clit she was pleased to note the tension in the redhead's body. She nipped playfully at her kitten's neck and teased, "nice and clean for my snack later."

Willow let out a cry as she heard her Mistress's teasing and promising words. That combined with the gentle cleaning/stroking of her sensitive clit and the bites on her neck would have made her orgasm instantly if not for her submissive restraint. Next the kitten felt her lover pour warm water over her head and slowly work suds into her hair, massaging the scalp. As she washed and rinsed the smaller woman's hair, Tara kept up a running commentary: "oh what a good kitten…so beautiful…so soft…so lovely."

"Ok my love," Tara said as she held out the soft bath sheet into which Willow smoothly stepped. The blonde wrapped the towel and her arms around the smaller woman and began to slowly dry her. She knew Willow was in heaven from the dreamy unfocused look on the girl's face and her intermittent moans and sighs. Once Willow was thoroughly dry, Tara led her to sit on the edge of the bed.

As she sat down, Willow noticed that two outfits lay across the bed. Except for changing into her dress, Tara appeared ready to go somewhere, having put up her hair and applied light makeup. After a moment Tara returned to the bed and began working on her lover's hair. Since she liked it best with the wet curly look, it only took a moment before she quickly applied a little makeup. Tara marveled at how beautiful her lover looked with or without make-up.

As the blonde instructed her lover to sit or stand or extend her arms and legs, Tara dressed Willow in her carefully selected skirt, garter belts and stockings, lace bra, and silk blouse.

By the time she was fully dressed, Willow was literally shaking once again. Her Mistress had made no effort to avoid arousing her. In fact, the blonde had intentionally trailed her hands over every area of Willow's body. Whenever she had leaned close she had taken the opportunity to blow hot air onto the redhead's skin. With each pass, she had allowed her fingertips to circle or fondle the smaller girl's nipples. The lacy bra rubbed against Willow's erect nipples and Tara was obviously pleased by their reaction when she chafed the material against the dimpled flesh. Willow wondered what her lover was thinking when she appeared to consider the effect for a moment.

Willow watched intently as Tara again reached behind her, picking up the leather band she had worn as a choker the night before. Gently she tied it on Willow's neck running her fingertips under the edges and ensuring that the knotted ends were even. Softly she kissed the redhead at the point where the knotted and lay over the hollow of her throat. "Ok kitten, wait while your Mistress finishes dressing," she instructed the smaller girl.

Willow briefly wondered what Tara wanted her to do. It seemed that the blonde was intentionally making her instructions vague to test her kitten. Wanting to please her Mistress the redhead quickly clamored from the bed to the floor and kneeled facing the dressing blonde but with her eyes downcast and her hands against the small of her back.

Tara couldn't believe how turned on she was by the sight of her kitten again kneeling in supplication at the foot of the bed. A few steps forward and her wet mound would have been pressed to the redhead's face but she resisted. Her plans weren't complete yet and she was really looking forward to the next part of the evening. She looked to the window and noted the light fading in the sky. Holding out her hand she cooed, "kitten come with me."

The redhead stood and Tara gave her a soft kiss before leading her down the stairs and out the front door, locking the door behind both of them. Without explaining where they were going the blonde led her lover to the car and let Willow into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her. She crossed around the car and got in the driver's seat, pleased to see Willow looking at her knees with her hands folded in her lap. "That's just how you were sitting last night when I brought you home with me kitten," Tara told her. It was an obvious statement but she wanted Willow thinking about the drive home last night, wanted her anticipating the evening as she had then.

"Yes Tara," Willow answered. She couldn't imagine what response was expected to such a statement. Her bottom was already red and sensitive from her lesson and punishment earlier and it heightened her excitement. She could feel incredible wetness dripping from her and wondered if Tara could smell it. After a few minutes they pulled up in front of one of Willow's favorite restaurants in Sunnydale. The name and accompanying jingle were silly—Skippys: where eating out is always a pleasure—but they had very good food.

Tara got out of the car quickly and waved off the valet who wanted to open Willow's door. She walked around the back of the car to release Willow and extended her hand as she whispered, "come with me kitten." They entered the darkened restaurant and approached the host stand as Tara announced, "reservation for Maclay." The hostess nodded and led them to a table near the center of the restaurant.

Willow was surprised as she was seated at the table in the center of the restaurant. Tara always liked to sit in booths or at least against a wall. Her time with her father and brother had taught her to appreciate a clear line of vision and escape routes and she had not ever stopped the habit. "Tara?" she blurted out before she could stop herself. "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized.

Tara smiled as she watched Willow squirm in her chair. "No kitten," she told the girl, "that's ok. What is it?"

Willow looked briefly up to see Tara's beautiful blue eyes shining at her. The look on Tara's face told her that she was allowed to do so and she maintained the contact. "Why are we sitting in the center of the restaurant Mistress?" She didn't necessarily have to use that title but she liked it and suspected that Tara was starting to like it too.

Tara felt her pulse quicken at the way Willow said the word Mistress. It was as if it meant so much more. It carried with it her complete submission and craving for what only Tara could provide for her. The redhead's need was palatable with every word she spoke and every breath she took and Tara loved it. It was almost like a high to be so worshiped and needed. Tara seductively trailed one fingertip along Willow's forearm as she explained: "I wanted to sit in the center of the restaurant so that everyone here would see me with my beautiful kitten." She waited for a second for the information to sink in before continuing. She allowed her hand to trail further up Willow's arm until she ran it gently along her shoulder and fingered the leather choker around her throat. "Most don't know you are my kitten but they probably know you belong to me."

Willow couldn't believe the affect Tara's words and motions were having on her. It wasn't just that she was on display but that Tara enjoyed that thought. Her Mistress wanted to show her off. It made the girl doubly proud that she had resisted coming earlier and earned her Mistress's pride. Unsure how to respond Willow said, "thank you Mistress."

Tara opened her menu with one hand but continued stroking her lover with her other hand. For the most part she allowed her fingertips to lightly caress Willow's arm but every few passes was punctuated with a subtle pass across her breast. "You won't need your menu my kitten," she whispered without making eye contact with the redhead.

Willow whimpered audibly as Tara's husky voice reached her. Her reddened bottom was a constant reminder of her lesson and punishment and her clit throbbed painfully inside an unbelievably wet set of lips. Each time that Tara's hand brushed across her breast she bit the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning out loud.

The waiter arrived to take their orders and turned to Tara first. She authoritatively informed him, "Willow will have Chicken Picata with the mixed vegetables and a salad with Oil and Vinegar on the side. She would like a glass of white wine. I will have Eggplant Parmesan also with a salad with Oil and Vinegar and a glass of red wine." The waiter looked a little strangely at the two women as he wrote down the order but answered that he would bring their wine in a minute just the same.

Tara didn't respond to her kitten's appreciative comment. Her hand never stilled its movement over the girl's flesh as she asked, "is your ass sore from your lesson and your punishment kitten?"

"Yes Tara," Willow breathed out. Taking the chance that Tara wanted to hear more she added to her answer, "it feels hot and sore and every time I move I'm reminded of how your hand and the whip felt on my skin."

"Is it making you wet?" Tara teased. She knew the answer but she wanted to hear Willow say it.

"That's 'what Mistress?", Tara instructed her kitten as she exaggeratedly shook her head to show her disappointment. The blonde didn't wait for her kitten to make the correction before she told her, "I want to see you taste your own juices kitten."

Oh Jesus God! Willow's mind screamed as she tried to take in the stimulation coming at her. Wanting to please her Mistress she began moving her hand slowly under the table just as the waiter returned with their wine and their salads. Seeing a chance to be naughty without breaking any rules she surreptitiously ran her finger along her wet lips before raising her finger to her mouth and softly brushing it across her lips, leaving a glistening wet trail. Slowly she flicked her tongue out of her mouth to taste her own wetness as yet more emerged from her body.

Tara smiled as she handed the redhead her glass of wine. "That was naughty kitten," she admonished.

Tara picked up her fork and knife and began cutting her salad as if completely uninterested in Willow's condition. But her words betrayed her. "After we get home, I'm going to suck and lick and taste that wetness. I'm going to make you come screaming my name for hours." She took a bite of salad and looked as if she were considering the lettuce as she took a drink of the wine. She could see the look of complete shock on the redhead's face. "I want my first taste now kitten," she announced, her voice giving away no trace of it being a request.

"Here Mistress?" Willow asked. Tara felt her anger beginning to rise that her kitten was questioning her but Willow's next statement pleased her instead. "Mistress. You want to taste me right here in the center of this restaurant?"

Tara smiled but didn't answer as she watched Willow quickly dipping her fingers under the table. When they emerged she could see the girl's juices glistening on two fingers. She reached out quickly to capture Willow's wrist in her hand and pulled it slowly to her. Slowly she touched the tip of her tongue to the redhead's fingers and ran it slowly around them. She kept her eyes locked on Willow's green ones and could see the need and desire overflowing there.

Even as she felt her clit throbbing Willow followed Tara's example. The blonde witch was eating her salad and taking sips of her wine as if nothing was unusual about this meal. Occasionally she ran her fingertips over Willow's arm again, each time running them more boldly over the redhead's nipples. As they waited for their entrees and their second glasses of wine Tara continued teasing the redhead: "You were wonderful today my kitten. I came so hard so many times."

"Was it frustrating bringing me to pleasure but having no release of your own? Not feeling my mouth on you or my fingers in your pussy? Did you wish I would touch your clit or fuck you hard and make you come in my mouth?"

Every fiber of Willow's body radiated with the tension of how hard it had been. Before this meal she had thought that when her Mistress had touched her after her punishment was as aroused as she could possibly be but this was beyond that. "Yes Mistress," she whispered with shame. She wanted to be such a good kitten that her pleasure meant nothing to her, that she could go without release and just be happy to get to pleasure her Mistress but she wanted to be honest too. "But it was wonderful too," she explained, "I got to serve you and feeling frustrated just reminded me all day that I'm yours to do with whatever you want." She smiled as she noted the pleasure filling Tara's face and her bright blue eyes.

Tara continued interspersing questions for her kitten with promises of what she wanted to do to the girl's body until their meals came. Once the waiter had delivered their meals and second glasses of wine, Tara brought up a new subject: "I love the way that bra looks on you."

"Thank you Mistress," Willow answered, unsure where the girl was going with this conversation.

Although she continued eating as if she was unconcerned with the effect of her words on her kitten, Tara explained, "I should have sucked and bit your nipples until they were raw so you could feel them against the lace of it." She glanced up to see a blank look on her lover's face and teased, "another day I will."

Willow gulped as she squirmed again in her seat. Just the thought of Tara torturing her nipples had them hard as rocks and they stressed the lace of the bra in exactly the manner that she knew Tara was describing. Imagining them in the future was almost too much for the girl who finally let out a low moan. Additionally she could feel herself being almost uncomfortably wet. Her bottom was sore and every time she shifted she was reminded of her spanking earlier. If she had been wearing panties, they would have been thoroughly soaked. As it was, the insides of her thighs were completely coated with her juices.

Tara enjoyed her meal, which was delicious as usual, while she observed her lover. Willow kept squirming in her seat and the blonde could just imagine what was causing that movement. She knew that the redhead's bottom would still be hot and red from her spanking earlier and was sure that Willow's clit was throbbing in her wetness. The blonde wanted nothing more than to take her lover right here right now but she knew that both of them needed to learn to appreciate anticipation. Well, ok there was also the fact that they were in the center of a crowded restaurant. After refusing desert, I know what I want for dessert she thought, Tara took care of the check. As the waiter walked away with her credit card she looked at Willow and intertwined their fingers. While gazing into those green eyes she loved she slowly lifted both hands to her mouth and kissed each finger lovingly. "I love you Willow," she whispered as tears formed in her eyes.

Seeing the tears welling up in Tara's eyes Willow felt a spark of worry. However, feeling the love flowing through the connection of their hands she realized that Tara was just feeling overwhelmed with her love for the redhead. Within seconds Willow's own eyes were shining with tears too as she responded with her love, "I love you to the ends of the earth and beyond my Tara."

Tara swallowed down a lump in her throat before flashing a smirk and returning to her game persona. "Come my kitten," she purred, "let's go home and see if your Mistress has any rewards for you." She took her lover's hand and slowly led her from the restaurant, appreciating the gentle shake from the smaller girl's body.

The two girls exited the restaurant hand in hand and waited for the valet to bring the car. By the time the meal was over Tara had had two glasses of wine but since they had eaten slowly, she felt relaxed but fine to drive. With Tara's permission Willow had actually had three glasses of wine and she felt anything but relaxed. Pleasantly buzzed, yes, but relaxed, no. Her clit throbbed and she was somewhat embarrassed standing waiting for the car and thinking of her juices surely starting to drip down her thighs. The hardness of her nipples had never abated since her lover had discussed them nor in the teasing and subtle strokes the blonde had given her breasts.

The redhead had no idea what else to expect this evening. Tara hadn't admonished her for anything since her punishment, and in fact had been praising her as her "good kitten" through the dinner. Of course, in addition to praising her kitten, Tara had continued teasing her with tales of the things she was going to do to her body. Alternately the blonde had told Willow that she was going to spend hours licking and sucking her clit or use her hand to fill the redhead. At times she had explained how she wanted to make the girl come over and over all night long or that she would hold back permission until her kitten was begging and pleading for wonderful release. Willow knew that Tara was teasing her, wanting her as on edge and anticipating the rest of the evening as possible.

Her eyes glazed over a little bit, not from the wine, but from her memory of Tara's words: "I haven't decided whether I want you free while I take you over and over again or tied to the bed." Willow had whimpered slightly at the thought and Tara smiled evilly. "Oh yes," she pondered, "you look so sexy when you're straining against ties as my hand thrusts into you." Then, as if she had just landed on this planet she asked, "oh kitten. Are you wet?"

When the valet had brought the car, Tara had gently led her kitten to the passenger side, lowered her into the car and subtly run her fingertip up Willow's leg, raising the hem of her short skirt briefly but slightly before closing the door. As they started to drive away from the restaurant Tara asked, "did you enjoy dinner my kitten?"

"Oh yes Mistress Tara," Willow responded somewhat breathlessly, "thank you so much."

"Did you like sitting in the center of the restaurant, knowing that you are my kitten?"

Willow whimpered slightly. "Yes Tara," she responded. She felt that there was so much more to say but she didn't dare. She looked up surprised that the drive had passed so quickly as they pulled into the driveway. For a second she was startled to see the Jeep in the driveway but then she remembered that Xander and Buffy had traded cars for the weekend and he brought the Jeep back before heading out for patrol tonight. She wondered idly how she and Tara had gotten out of patrol for a second night. Perhaps Tara had called Xander and arranged it? Or Spike?

Tara smiled as she opened the door and led Willow through it. "I called Xander. He or Spike will take it." She took the opportunity to lean over whispering in Willow's ear: "I was just enjoying today too much to spend any of it with nasty vampires."

"Mmm hmmm," Willow moaned as she felt Tara's hands sneaking under the hem of her skirt, cupping her hips between them. She could feel the softness of Tara's breasts pressing against her shoulder blades and her stomach against her lower back. Her legs were practically molded to Willow's which were shaking and seemed to be growing weaker.

"You seem shaky kitten," Tara whispered although she did nothing to still her hands on her lover's hips, "perhaps we should go upstairs so you can relax." "Perhaps not," she tacked on cryptically as she guided the two girls past the foot of the stairs as if to enter the hallway. Willow could hardly stand as she felt Tara's body molded to her back, her arms wrapped around the smaller girl.

Tara leaned forward and began trailing kisses up Willow's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and enjoying the sound of Willow's moans. She could smell Willow's excitement, honestly had been able to smell it back at the restaurant. Cradling her lover tightly in her embrace she began caressing Willow's breasts in her left hand, moving from one to the other. Although she began with soft tender passes across the soft lace of her kitten's bra, she escalated quickly to pinching the nipples to make them hard before using her thumb and forefinger to rub the lace across the surface.

Willow was whimpering as Tara played with her nipples and licked and bit her neck. She felt so wanton standing in the hallway, her juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. Her eyes were closed and her head leaned back onto Tara's shoulder, making it even easier for the blonde to reach the sensitive skin of her neck. Suddenly she felt Tara's right hand sneaking its way under her short skirt. Just as she thought that the blonde was going to touch her and bring her to release, her hand was gone and redhead felt the tingle of magic. She looked down to see Tara's hand extended ever so slightly and the hallway door opening slowly to reveal the full-length mirror mounted on the other side. When the mirror stopped moving the redhead opened her eyes and took in the surreal sight in front of her.

Tara was pressed to her back and nearly obscured by the body of the smaller girl. Her head was clearly visible as she continued her assault on Willow's neck, ears, and shoulders having unbuttoned Willow's blouse and lowered it to reveal her creamy white skin. Her left hand continued it's ministrations over Willow's breasts, moving from one nipple to the other and interspersing soft caresses, passes over the nipple with the back of her hand, and hard pinches or rolling the nipples between her thumb and finger. Her other hand had snaked its way under Willow's skirt and was gently teasing the wetness on Willow's inner thighs. "Take off your skirt kitten," Tara ordered without stopping any of her attentions to her lover's vibrating body.

"Oh yes Mistress Tara," Willow immediately answered as she pulled down the garment and kicked it off. As her lover began trailing her fingertips along her lips she closed her eyes and moaned with the pleasure of the attention.

"Eyes open kitten," Tara whispered as she grasped Willow's engorged clit in her fingertips. The redhead's eyes snapped open immediately and locked on the mirror as she absorbed the sight of Tara's hand floating through her wetness, a wetness that coated her mound, her curls, and her soft inner thighs. The blonde began stroking her fingers more and more quickly through her lover's wetness telling her, "keep your eyes open kitten so you can see me loving you."

"Yes Mistress Tara," Willow groaned as she fought to stay upright, speak English, keep her eyes open, and not come until given permission. Her breath was more and more short as the blonde began circling her clit and rubbing her fingertips over it in the way that she knew would always bring Willow to release very quickly.

"Oh yes my kitten," Tara purred, "that's right. I want to watch you in the mirror. I'm going to make you come right here in the hallway." She speeded up her hand's movement and noted a sound like her kitten was grinding her teeth to keep from coming without permission. Willow's hands grasped for purchase and eventually she wrapped her fingers around Tara's forearms. "You've been a good kitten today my love," Tara whispered into the ear she was currently nibbling on. "I'm going to show you how good and how proud I am of you…"

"Th-th-thank yoooouuuuu," Willow crooned as she felt her lover's hand moving over her body like fire. The entire day had led to this moment, this excitement, this building release and she knew it was coming. She knew the way that the game was played and she knew how much Tara wanted to make her her own. When she heard Tara's command, "come for me now kitten," it was as if an explosion went off in the redhead's entire body. Her orgasm came not only from her clit and her cunt, but her legs, her arms, the small of her back, her head and her heart. She could feel the tenderness of her own flesh and taste her lover's essence in her mind. She flashed through the day of waking tied to her own bed and pleasuring her Mistress before receiving her own release, of serving her Tara on her knees when they were supposed to be studying, and of Tara punishing her and making her wait for this rush. Her body shook with the climax, held up by her lover's strong arms, her lips, her words as she whispered how much she loved her kitten in Willow's ear.

Tara continued loving and stroking Willow as the redhead came down from her intense climax, her body shaking and her breath still coming in short gasps. "Thank you Mistress," she moaned as she dropped to her knees on the floor. Tara was surprised as Willow quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around the blonde's lower body, hugging her close as she shook from the intensity of her climax. Finally she lifted her head to smile at her lover. "Thank you Tara." She got a playful look no her face as she began rubbing her face surreptitiously against the girl's upper thighs, "can I show you how grateful I am for that my Mistress?"

Tara smiled at her lover as she extended her hand to her. "Not yet my kitten," she answered lovingly, "pick up your skirt now. We're going upstairs."

Willow did as her Mistress ordered and quickly picked up her skirt before following Tara up the stairs to the bedroom. As soon as she entered the room she felt Tara sandwiching her body between the blonde's and the door. She relieved her kitten of her skirt, tossing it on a chair, as she thrust her tongue into Willow's mouth eliciting even more moans and whimpers. "That was just the beginning," Tara teased as she finished unbuttoning her kitten's blouse and unfastened her bra. As soon as her kitten was naked Tara stepped back to admire the girl. "You are so beautiful my kitten. I love you," she told her as she softly kissed her on the lips. She saw a smile grace the redhead's face. Tara smiled back as she told Willow, "why don't you go 'freshen up' and I'll do the same in the other bathroom."

"Yes Tara," Willow answered glad that Tara was so thoughtful. A few minutes later the redhead returned to the bedroom wondering what else the night had in store. Her release downstairs was amazing and had eased the anticipation and tension that had built throughout her day but she knew there was more to come no pun intended. Quickly she folded her clothes and put them under a chair before kneeling in the center of the floor with her hands folded behind her back and her head down as she heard her Mistress ascending the stairs once again.

Tara entered the room to see her kitten on her knees on the floor. While downstairs she had taken the opportunity to use the restroom and brush her teeth but she was still fully dressed. "My kitten," she called out.

"Yes Mistress," Willow answered without looking up. Tara had moved to stand in front of the kneeling figure and her shadow fell over the redhead.

"Undress me my love," Tara instructed the kneeling girl. She was pleased as Willow did as instructed. She lovingly removed every piece of Tara's clothing, starting at the bottom to spend as much time on her knees as possible before standing to remove the blonde's dress and bra. The girl did her best to be sensual in her touching without being too much of a tease to her Mistress. Ok, maybe she teased her a little, but not enough to incur a punishment. She could tell that the blonde was happy with her performance as her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. There was no way that Willow could fail to smell her lover's wonderful scent and she looked forward to tasting it yet again today. Maybe Tara would allow her to serve her on her knees again.

Tara could tell that her kitten was trying to tease her as she undressed her. Maybe another day she would punish her for the action but today she just enjoyed it. She saw the redhead's nose and lips twitching and knew that she was thinking of tasting her. While Willow gently teased her lover, Tara was taking every opportunity her ownership of her kitten allowed her. She ran her hands liberally all over the smaller girl's body, stroking her skin until it practically hummed with excitement and tension once again. Once Willow had undressed her fully Tara again initiated a kiss which started slow but grew more and more passionate until Willow sucked her Mistress's tongue into her mouth and began groaning against it, pressing their bodies together. Grasping Willow's round butt in her hands Tara pulled away from the kiss as she began nibbling the smaller girl's neck. "You've been a very good kitten today."

"I'm going to lick and suck you and fuck you so hard," she announced, using the same tone of voice she might use to order a Mocha. She felt the redhead shiver against her and whimper. "Would you rather be tied to the bed or free to move my kitten?"

Willow felt like she was going to pass out or come just from her Mistress's question. "Please tied up my Mistress? Please?" she begged.

Tara smiled as she looked at her lover. "You don't have to beg my kitten just to please me," she teased as she led her to the bed, "… but it is so sexy…" After laying Willow down on the bed she reached into her dresser and pulled out a set of handcuffs. "Well look at that," she smirked. "I just remembered these." She tossed them to the girl on the bed. "I think you can fasten those to the headboard yourself can't you kitten?"

Willow's mind was racing along with some other body parts. Where did Mistress get those? When did Mistress get those? She had no idea and began to suspect that the girl wasn't just engaging in this play to make Willow happy. Apparently she had been harboring these fantasies for a while too and a smile graced her face as Willow wondered what other fantasies she might hold. She quickly grasped the handcuffs fastening one to her wrist before lifting both wrists to the headboard and passing the other behind a slat. It was slightly awkward but in a matter of seconds she had fastened the other cuff around her wrist and was fastened to the headboard. Somehow the metal of the handcuffs felt more substantial than the ties she and Tara had used before and she shook with excitement and just a little fear at giving up so much control. Short of using magic she couldn't get free without Tara unlocking her and the blonde would be able to do whatever she wanted until that happened.

Tara watched Willow's actions with a pretty good idea what was going on in her mind. The handcuffs were a surprise to the girl and again something Tara had just picked up at a store a few weeks ago. Strangely she had taken Dawn shopping for a lava lamp at a combination head/sex shop and seen the handcuffs in the cabinet. Buying them without the teenager noticing hadn't been too much of a challenge and she had stowed them in her sock drawer not even sure if she would have an opportunity to use them. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Tara to move toward the bed once she saw that Willow had fastened the cuffs, securing herself to the headboard. She held up the key: "here's the key kitten."

"I'll just set it right here," Tara indicated as she set it on the armoire. Both girls knew that it was part of a game. Even if there wasn't a safe word, which there was. Even if Willow couldn't open the cuffs with her magic, she could get the key with magic. But the game was exciting and dangerous and both women were on edge with the intensity of it. Tara lay down on the bed and began whispering in Willow's ear, "I've enjoyed today so much my kitten."

Willow felt Tara's hands beginning to move over her aroused body and answered obediently, "I'm so glad Tara."

As her hands glided over the smaller girl's body Tara could feel her shaking. Even with the release she had felt downstairs, Willow still needed so much more as was evident by the way she was vibrating and biting her lip. "What was your favorite part my kitten?" Tara asked.

Tara accented the word part by increasing the pinching on her kitten's nipples. One nipple she was pinching and releasing while the other she just held firm in her fingertips. After a few squeezes on one she would switch so that she was just holding that one and squeezing and releasing the other. For Willow the sensation was nearly overwhelming. She felt as if her entire body, was humming with excitement. "S-s-serving you…Tara," she answered. A wave of fear and excitement passed through her as she realized that she had almost neglected to use her Mistress's title. She had no doubt that had she forgotten, Tara would have punished her and another time she would certainly look forward to that. But right now, she wanted nothing more than to have her Mistress inside her, fucking her hard.

Acting as if she had no idea what Willow was talking about Tara asked, "serving me how kitten?" Using her fingernails she began raking them over the smaller girl's skin. For the most part she tortured her kitten's sides and stomach but occasionally she dragged them over the girl's raised nipples eliciting moan after moan.

"On my knees," Willow answered honestly. Knowing that Tara got off on hearing her kitten talk like this she decided to elaborate. "It was delicious licking and sucking you with my hands tied behind my back. I love the way your hands wind themselves into my hair so tight." She looked up and Tara almost thought she was going to have to punish her kitten until the girl purred, "Thank you for allowing me to serve you Mistress Tara."

"Mmmm," Tara answered as she trailed her fingertips down to stroke them over Willow's thighs. "That was definitely one of my favorite parts kitten." As she grasped the girl's swollen clit in her fingertips she leaned over the girl to whisper, "I also liked giving you your lesson and punishment."

Willow whimpered at the reminder of the way Tara had reddened her ass so gloriously. It had shocked her and at the same time made her in awe of the blonde witch. She was so powerful and was willing to take every ounce of control Willow wanted to give her. Her lips twitched up slightly as she wondered how big a "mistake" she would have to make to get punished in the future. "What's the smile for my kitten?" Tara asked as if reading her mind.

"Oh Mistress," Willow answered, "I enjoyed the lesson and punishment very much too."

Gently Tara eased two fingers into her dripping wet kitten. "Oh that was easy," she commented almost to herself as she lay her body down to cover her lover's. Beginning to kiss Willow's neck she explained, "I loved reddening your ass so well. It got red and hot. Did you like that?"

"Goddess yes Mistress," Willow moaned. She felt like she was going crazy. Tara's voice was making her wetter and wetter and her full length was pressed to that of her kitten. Willow could feel her lover's weight holding her down firmly and between that pressure and the tension of her hands attached to the headboard she was nearly coming even without the help of Tara's hand. It felt just so good to be held so securely.

After thrusting her fingers gently into the smaller girl one time, Tara had withdrawn her hand almost entirely and was just allowing her fingertips to circle Willow's soaking opening. Winding the fingers of her other hand into Willow's hair the blonde began whispering in her kitten's ear: "I liked it too. More than I expected…" she left the statement hanging to see how her lover would respond.

Willow's breath was coming in short gasps and moans. Did Tara want her to respond? She hadn't asked a question and Willow thought she should wait for a question but did Tara expect her to say something. The blonde's fingers were driving her crazy as they teased and danced at her opening. Trying to control her self she began biting her lip as she waited for Tara's next wish.

Tara smiled as she watched the red headed witch biting her lip. She had learned so much in such a short period of time. As if in reward for Willow's restraint, Tara again gently eased her fingers into her lover's wet pool, this time adding a third finger. The smaller girl could not keep back the whimper that escaped her mouth but again Tara withdrew to trail her hand over the girl's sopping wet mound, only occasionally glancing across her engorged clit.

Willow was surprised when Tara continued her last statement: "… oh yes. I liked it so much feeling my hand and then the whip reddening your ass." She was even more surprised to feel the blonde lift Willow's knees slightly to rub the palm of her hand over her ass before lowering her to the bed once again.

"Just checking…" Tara told her cryptically. "Your ass is already cool my love," she commented.

Unsure how to answer her Mistress Willow had a question in her voice as she strained to answer, "I'm sorry my Mistress?"

Tara laughed at her kitten's response. "Oh no my baby," she explained. Suddenly she leant her head to capture one of Willow's nipples in her mouth and suck it deep before scraping her teeth over the bumps. Even with her weight on the smaller woman she could feel Willow straining up, arching her back into the rough contact of her lover's mouth. Quickly she moved her mouth to Willow's other nipple, ravaging it in much the same manner. "Mmm," she mused, "distracting. Now what was I saying?"

Willow was pretty sure that it was a rhetorical question and was having trouble forming verbal responses anyway. Her supposition was confirmed as Tara continued her thoughts: "oh I know." Suddenly the kitten felt her Mistress thrust her fingers inside her. She expected to feel them withdrawn once again as they had been every time, but this time Tara began moving them slightly inside her kitten.

Quickly Tara speeded up her thrusts as she explained: "I was saying how much I love your ass all reddened from your punishment. Don't you think it would be … fun… one day to…" she trailed off as if she had distracted herself and watched for her kitten's reaction. The girl's body was straining against the ties and against Tara's weight and she was moaning with pleasure. Leaning forward Tara again took one of Willow's nipples between her teeth and began tugging on it.

"To…to…to what my Mistress?" Willow finally asked. She had the vague feeling that Tara wanted something from her but wasn't willing to say what it was. She only hoped that this would do. The redhead could feel her cunt wrapping it self around her Mistress's hand and the only thing restraining her from coming harder than she had ever come before was her Mistress's command.

Tara continued thrusting into her kitten amazed at the trust the girl showed her. Without stopping her movement she slid down the bed to lay between the redhead's legs. She whispered her plan onto soaking wet curls. "It would be so fun to … whip you like that… then … fuck… you… on … your … knees… so I can grind against the red marks…" She spoke slowly and between each word stroked her tongue through Willow's wetness. On each pass she ended her movement at the girl's clit and grasped it lightly in her teeth, eliciting cries of pain and pleasure.

Willow felt pleasure and pain like she had never known. Who knew that Tara, her innocent Tara, had it in her? To tease the smaller girl about whipping her and then slapping against her ass as she fucked her? Oh Jesus God. And each time that she took Willow's clit in her teeth the redhead had to bite down on her lip or the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming and coming at once. "Please, please, please," she began chanting. It was like a mantra to the girl and she only hoped that Tara could understand her plea.

Tara smiled, wrapping her lips around Willow's clit. How she loved hearing the smaller woman beg. Her own cunt was soaking the bed in spite of the numerous releases she had already had today. "Yes my kitten," she whispered, "come for me. Come for your Mistress Tara," she commanded.

When Willow first heard Tara speak she feared that she was just going to tease her more. Say, "Yes my kitten…what do you need?" or something like that. But no. The word come was all it took and she was exploding into and onto her lover's hand and mouth. Flashing lights were firing behind her eyes and she could feel the bite of the steel into her wrists but she didn't care. All she cared about was the pulsing pressure filling her cunt as she thrust harder and harder against her Mistress's hand.

Tara felt her lover's explosion before the screaming began and thanked the Goddess once again that Buffy and Dawn were out of town. Maybe they needed to be out of the state to not hear this. Willow's luscious cunt was absolutely wrapping itself around her fingers and clenching them as the girl cried out her climax over and over.

Eventually Willow gained an awareness of her body again. She looked up to see Tara looking at her lovingly as she trailed her hands gently over the redhead's skin. Without Willow even realizing it, the blonde had uncuffed her from the bed and now cradled her body gently in her arms. She was shocked to feel Tara's lips on her cheeks and realized that the blonde was gently kissing away her tears. "I love you Willow," she whispered.

"Mmm," Willow answered, "I love you my Tara." Tara handed her a glass of water, which she hadn't even noticed the blonde bringing into the room what seemed like hours earlier. After taking a drink she looked into her lover's blue eyes. "Thank you my love," she whispered, unable to believe how Tara had taken her. She couldn't believe that her lover would trust her that much and allow her to give up her trust too.

She relaxed fully, pressing her body into her lover's. "Are you ok my love?" Tara whispered.

"Mmm," Willow answered, "wonderful. But I should … I mean don't you want…" she trailed off, feeling completely exhausted.

"I'm fine and I love you more than anything," Tara whispered as she held her lover tighter.

The smaller girl turned sleepily in her lover's embrace to kiss her softly. "I love you Tara," she murmured as she fell asleep knowing that she was truly and deeply loved.

Tara started as the door slammed downstairs. "Willow? Tara? What are you doing?" The teenager's voice carried unmistakable excitement as it came up the stairs and through the open door of the bedroom. Quickly the blonde witch grabbed the handcuffs and tossed them in the nightstand before glancing around the room looking for anything else that she didn't want Dawn to see.

"Mmm," Willow murmured, "don't go. You're the best pillow and the sleestacs ate the other ones." Tara giggled at her lover's incorporation of her dreams and her waking moments.

Knowing Dawn and her tendency to rush into the two witches' bedroom without knocking well Tara had pulled the sheet to cover both women's bodies just seconds before the door slammed open. "You guys won't believe the weekend we had," the teenager started, "Buffy was so cool and I got a pair of black leather pants and Cordelia let me use all her makeup and Angel let me go on patrol with them and it was so great and …" she stopped talking for only a minute before starting a new conversation. "Buffy went to check with Spike and Xander about patrol and do you know why the hall closet door is open downstairs?" Tara blushed attempting to think of a good explanation for forgetting to close the door. At least the way Dawn was rambling on she would have plenty of time before she needed to answer the younger girl.

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