[ It's embarrassing, fumbling for the door, but there's no laugh or even a chuckle at all from Satsuki behind her. Not that she would have really expected one of Satsuki of all people, but it's oddly reassuring. That this isn't a game. Not really. Even with her eyes blinded, Nonon can swear she feels Satsuki's piercing gaze on her at all times, never once leaving her. She couldn't have imagined though, that Nonon's body of all things might be on the forefront of Satsuki's thoughts.
With the door open, she's not even sure where to go, or what's inside. A part of her already wants to complain that she'd be angry if she hit her knee on something she can't see--but it's a wasted and unnecessary thought that's so quickly swept away by the comforting, but altogether surprising touch to her hips.
She wants to say something, anything really because when has Nonon ever thought about something before just saying it aloud, but nothing comes out at the moment. Instead she has to trust in Satsuki leading her, taking small, careful steps, somehow not unaware of the fact that in this case, it's Nonon that's become more like the instrument and Satsuki the conductor...
Her heart beating faster than ever, Nonon tries her best to take a few deep breaths, to calm herself down. It fails though, as soon as she hears her name in Satsuki's warm, authoritative tone, spoken without warning. Worse, for another second, there's nothing less than disappointment that unexpectedly wells up in Nonon when Satsuki's hands leave her hips.
...Only to make her entire body nearly jump from the slightest of touches on her ass. Was it accidental?? Did Satsuki seriously just touch her ass?! There's no time for those thoughts to work themselves out, as another command comes hard and fast, along with a push that has Nonon taking a couple of quick steps forward to catch herself. ]
Sa-- [ She's already ready to complain from that catching her off guard, but her teeth clench together tighter than Gamagoori's iron maiden when she hears the command not to complain cutting her right off.
On her hands and knees. She has to get on her hands and knees. In front of Satsuki. Even though she'd seen the women doing it before, even though there's no one else here to watch except Satsuki herself, the idea of it still sets her heart racing. ]
...Yes... Satsuki-sama. [ She doesn't answer very confidently, but at the least she manages to follow the order. One knee first, then the other, Nonon kneels, only before taking one last deep breath and leaning forward to place her still sweating palms on the carpeted floor beneath her. Back straight, ass out, there's a sudden dreadful realization: in that short band uniform skirt of hers, if Satsuki were to simple walk around behind her, she'd get more than an eyeful of pink lace and ruffles. ]
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With the door open, she's not even sure where to go, or what's inside. A part of her already wants to complain that she'd be angry if she hit her knee on something she can't see--but it's a wasted and unnecessary thought that's so quickly swept away by the comforting, but altogether surprising touch to her hips.
She wants to say something, anything really because when has Nonon ever thought about something before just saying it aloud, but nothing comes out at the moment. Instead she has to trust in Satsuki leading her, taking small, careful steps, somehow not unaware of the fact that in this case, it's Nonon that's become more like the instrument and Satsuki the conductor...
Her heart beating faster than ever, Nonon tries her best to take a few deep breaths, to calm herself down. It fails though, as soon as she hears her name in Satsuki's warm, authoritative tone, spoken without warning. Worse, for another second, there's nothing less than disappointment that unexpectedly wells up in Nonon when Satsuki's hands leave her hips.
...Only to make her entire body nearly jump from the slightest of touches on her ass. Was it accidental?? Did Satsuki seriously just touch her ass?! There's no time for those thoughts to work themselves out, as another command comes hard and fast, along with a push that has Nonon taking a couple of quick steps forward to catch herself. ]
Sa-- [ She's already ready to complain from that catching her off guard, but her teeth clench together tighter than Gamagoori's iron maiden when she hears the command not to complain cutting her right off.
On her hands and knees. She has to get on her hands and knees. In front of Satsuki. Even though she'd seen the women doing it before, even though there's no one else here to watch except Satsuki herself, the idea of it still sets her heart racing. ]
...Yes... Satsuki-sama. [ She doesn't answer very confidently, but at the least she manages to follow the order. One knee first, then the other, Nonon kneels, only before taking one last deep breath and leaning forward to place her still sweating palms on the carpeted floor beneath her. Back straight, ass out, there's a sudden dreadful realization: in that short band uniform skirt of hers, if Satsuki were to simple walk around behind her, she'd get more than an eyeful of pink lace and ruffles. ]