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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 While the societal climate between Dominants and Submissives remains somewhat neutral throughout Duplicity, there has been the occasional whisper of defiance and call for equality. Yet, demonstrations and visible proof of this unhappiness spreads faster by word of mouth on a day exactly when you need it most. Welcome to Autonomy, a "traveling" nightclub that is never in the same place twice. People wanting to attend only learn of its lucrative location and password hours before it opens for business. Tonight, I choose the third door will get you inside and into the temporary freedom club Autonomy has to offer. In this circle, there are no assigned designations and no consequences for taking a role that isn't the one given by society. So, a Dominant may become the Submissive they've always wanted to be—or vice versa. Dominants and Submissives alike are able to mingle without repercussion and be themselves. Food, drinks, and private areas for more intimate – or if your preference is sexual – encounters are provided. Donations are accepted at any point during the night to further Autonomy's attempts of spreading the fulfillment that comes from being untitled. On the night you choose to visit, Autonomy is holding a random lottery for temporary connections. When entering, you have the choice of submitting your name into this drawing to be paired with someone else in the club regardless of designation. A short while later, a message will pop up on your device with the name and information of your partner, and whether or not you choose to meet them is purely at your discretion. Having more than one connection isn't completely unusual either. |
 Gratification of being a successful Dominant or Submissive isn't necessarily simple. Learning curves are to be made, and mistakes will happen. Led by a Dominant and Submissive couple – Miriam and Victoria, who have been paired for twenty-two years – a monthly meeting for unattached Dominants and Submissives is held in the conference room of Morning Wood motel in the Down. The meeting starts a few minutes after nine and has no designated end time. The couple introduce themselves and explain the purpose of the meeting: learn the proper method for a new kink and possibly find your perfect partner. The space is intimate and well-stocked with refreshments. To begin, Victoria, while blindfolded, balances on her hands and knees with her back perfectly level. Her partner, when ready, places various items on the level surface–a full cup, a plate. The Submissive is meant to hold the items until the Dominant believes she's reached her limit. The exercise is one of trust and understanding. The demonstration is a short one, followed by Miriam removing the blindfold and soothing her Submissive. The words are whispered low and with care, clearly a method that is specific to this couple. The process is concluded with the pair handing out workups, videos, and answering questions. Anyone wishing to practice Purposeful Submission can do so in the open room with a random volunteer, aided by the couple, or can find someone to take to one of the rented rooms. Sex may follow any scene but is not necessarily included. Experimenting with unattached Dominants and Submissives allows for new relationships to form. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles based on birthdays; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chose "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of January to June, their designation will be Dominant. For characters with a birthday falling in the months of July to December, their designation will be Submissive. For characters with an unknown birthday, their designation will be Dominant. Arrival into Duplicity has not been used as a prompt as it is a rather large part of introducing the game and will be saved for the first in-game log. But feel free to thread it on the TDM. Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well! Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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But even Nonon's presence is odd, in a way. They're both Dominants, or at least they've been told so. After so long with Nonon as her right-hand woman, it's odd to think of her as just an equal, someone who bears no obligation to listen to her. She trusts and respects Nonon, of course, but there's this voice in her head. Her mother's.
All of these thoughts and more are swirling around her mind as she watches the demonstration. She hates it, at first, too familiar. But then come the things that take her by surprise. The soothing touches. The aftercare.
By the end of it, Satsuki's own palms are sweating. She looks down at Nonon from the corner of her eye, then straight ahead, watches the woman that had offered the plate walk away. ]
... Do you want to leave? [ She doesn't know how to broach this. She notices Nonon's short breaths, is well-aware of her own, but how does she string these things together? If she just asked Nonon, she'd say yes. Probably. She doesn't know what bothers her more. The thought that Nonon might say yes without wanting it, just to please Satsuki, or the thought that she'd reject her. ]
!!!
And dominant or not, equal or not, Nonon has pledged her life to the girl beside her. She would gladly face death for her, and maybe strangely enough, as Nonon only realizes the tiniest bit of so far, she'd gladly offer so much more to Satsuki, if only she asked it of her.
While Satsuki may have noticed the change in Nonon while watching those women, she herself has not. At least not in any way she can put her finger on it. But with Satsuki's question her heart jumps, turning to face her leader, trying to regain her composure. ]
It's your choice, Satsuki-sama. Unless, if you wanted-- [ She can't say yes, or even no, and so she defaults to putting it in Satsuki's hands. But that idea of doing that or anything like it at all, with Satsuki, has Nonon out of her usual loud and boisterous self, winding up almost... embarrassed. ]
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So Satsuki pushes past her worries, like she always does. She isn't going to back down, and she isn't going to disappoint the people who rely on her. Those are things she refuses to let happen. She stands taller, squares her shoulders, tenses her jaw.
Somehow, there's a bit of a smile on her face. ]
Don't say more. [ If Nonon says more, it'll almost lose some of its power. They both know what the other wants, don't they? Nonon wants to prove her dedication, and Satsuki... in a situation like this, she wants to reassert herself. No, that's too selfish a motive. What she wants is to reassert herself to Nonon. For a moment, she wonders over if she'd do the same to the other members of the Elite Four, then shrugs the thought off as unnecessary. ]
You're strong enough to take anything I can give you, so there's no need to worry over this. We'll do it. [ She motions towards one of the side rooms, abandons Nonon just long enough to follow after the woman Nonon had turned down, get the blindfold from her after all. When she catches back up, she pushes her hand down on Nonon's shoulder.]
We'll get this - [ She catches herself, clears her throat. Forces her voice lower. ] You do not get to see where I am taking you, or what I am preparing. Understood? [ She indicates the blindfold by raising her other hand, moving it into Nonon's sight. A sense she won't have for long. Of course, Nonon can guess both those things - the sideroom they were headed towards, the glass table and the objects on top of it - but it's part of the play. ]
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She still doesn't exactly know if this is what she wants with Satsuki. If she should even be thinking about her best friend and leader in those kind of terms, but at the same time, thinking about Satsuki finding one of those "submissives" in the room and going off to be alone with them makes Nonon's blood boil. As if she would ever allow anyone else to take a position that belongs to her. Whether it's at Satsuki's right hand, or at her feet, Nonon will never give that up without a fight.
To think, that Satsuki could see through it, through her, so easily, only serves to remind Nonon of why she chose Satsuki in the first place. Even if she feels weak in the knees like she never quite has before. ]
O-Of course. I'm not worried at all. There's no one I trust more than you.
[ There is trust, and Nonon herself has no problems of proving her loyalty, but there's still something else there in the demonstration they watched, that Nonon is still trying to work through her head. What would it mean to show that kind of loyalty? To be something more like a master and pet, rather than simply leader and subordinate? The answer is out of Nonon's grasp, and yet, she wants to know what it is.
Nevermind how she nearly shivers out of her skin right there, as Satsuki's hand presses on her shoulder, her voice lowering into a different range that somehow instantaneously triggers a previously unseen reaction from Nonon. ]
Yes, Satsuki-sama. [ Her voice is shaky, but certain. ]
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She honestly isn't sure. She's sure some of those Dominants out there have thoughts of breaking girls in, or making them bend the knee, and that thought is disgusting to Satsuki. She doesn't want to do that to Nonon. She just wants to test her limits.
Test the limits of their bond, she realizes. 'There's no one I trust more than you,' 'yes, Satsuki-sama,' those words are almost addictive to Satsuki. ]
Stand straight. Shoulders square. Hands at your side. Don't flinch. [ She leans down once her orders are followed, squeezes the blindfold in her hands and then lifts it up, pushes it into place. She covers Nonon's eyes with it, slowly, leaning in until her lips are level with Nonon's ear. Until Nonon can hear her breathing. Her own breaths are coming short and heavy as she blinds Nonon.
The cloth settles into place over Nonon's face, and Satsuki ties it in the back, careful that it isn't too tight. She lingers, for a moment, at Nonon's ear. ]
'Orchestra.' If you want this to stop. [ She whispers it into Nonon's ear. She remembers that part of the demonstration. The establishment of the safe word. Nonon can take anything she can give her, but she doesn't want to betray Nonon's trust, in case things escalate more than they thought they would.
She pulls away, finally, looks down at Nonon. Her hand reaches out, brushes a finger across her chin. ]
The door's to your right. Open it for me.
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But at the same time... it's not exactly all for Satsuki's sake that pushes Nonon forward. No, it's something else, that's been inside of her for a long time, that she can only now start to understand. It's not just being the person who understands Satsuki the most, or who is her number one. It's the act itself, of letting go, that oddly excites her. ]
Yes, Satsuki-sama! [ She repeats that again, trying to find more courage this time, even as her breath is already coming quicker than before. These are commands she's heard before, maybe even given to her own girls in her club, but it's different from those times.
Ones the cloth touches her face her eyes close, which only seems to help her focus on her other senses... like the sense of Satsuki leaning down to her level, her breath in her ear, closer maybe, than they've really been before. ]
I understand. [ "Orchestra". Their safeword. Satsuki really does think of everything.
Then, without being able to see or anticipate it at all, there's the touch of a finger across her chin that even beneath the blindfold her surprise plays out easily discernible. That wasn't the sort of touch Nonon would expect from Satsuki. Not before this.
And she wants more.
For now, she reaches forward, fumbling slightly, around the level she assumes the door to be, taking a moment to find it clumsily, before opening it. ]
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She watches Nonon fumble for the door, feel out the area in front of her with her hands. It's cruel to think it, but Nonon is... cute. Like this. Reliant on her. She allows herself to take in parts of Nonon she's never thought about before. Just how small she is. The curve of her hips. Her small shoulders.
The door opens. Satsuki hooks her arms around Nonon's waist, hand on her hip possessively, and walks them both into the room. She pushes the door shut with her foot, and looks around.
It's a small room, with just what is needed for this. A small leather couch, a table that Satsuki wryly thinks she won't have any need for, and a small bed. There's a cabinet, wooden, and Satsuki can both imagine what's inside - toys - and has no idea of the specifics. In a way, that's exciting. ]]
Nonon. [ How often does she even say her name? Her tone is commanding, but warm. Both sides of that, the domineering and the compassion, are only for Nonon, right now.
Her hand slips around Nonon's hips. Slowly, with more trepidation than she shows, she brushes her hand across her rear, soft and inviting. Then, she pushes Nonon forward, away from her touch. ]
Down on your hands and knees. Back straight enough to balance glass on. You may speak, but don't you dare complain!
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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. ]
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But there's a difference, this time. Nonon is here, kneeling, at her command, showing herself like this because Satsuki wants her to. This isn't an accidental glimpse, or some comic mishap. She is seeing Nonon like this because Nonon has followed her orders to the letter, and her orders led to this. The power, there, the thought that this is her reward, makes her throat dry.
All at once, she wonders how far Nonon will go for her, how much she'd be willing to do. Could she tell her to strip? Satsuki could strip, herself, without Nonon even seeing, and then there would be no barriers between them. Would Nonon let her touch her? Of course she would. That is part of this game.
Satsuki takes a deep, shuddering breath, steadies her shoulders, and steps forward, purposefully, hard enough that Nonon feels the impact of Satsuki's heels against the floor. ]
... Good girl. [ She wants to say what she means - 'thank you' - but that's off the table, no pun intended. It wouldn't fit the mood. So she says it like a thank you, an expression of gratitude, as she kneels down beside Nonon. Nonon can't see her, but she can feel her - the brush of her hand along Nonon's side, the sound of her footsteps stopping right beside her. The slow flutter of her clothing, of her hair, as she moves until she's level with Nonon, halfway sitting on the floor.
Her hand reaches out again. The barest of touches along her hips, and then she flips the back of Nonon's skirt up, slowly, letting Nonon feel the subtle brushing of the material against her skin as she moves it.
Satsuki has so many urges that she almost has choice paralysis. The desire to grope Nonon, the desire to do something to surprise her, to get one of those surprised gasps out of her. Hearing Nonon's breathing like this, Satsuki is struck by how beautiful her voice is.
Seeing Nonon sweating, lower lip trembling, that mix of fear and anticipation and trust, Satsuki feels an affection she didn't know she had in her. ]
I expect you to stay like this, hands and knees on the floor, no matter what I do to you. If you lift even one limb off the floor, there will be a punishment. [ All this talk - of expectations, of punishments - leaves an odd feeling in her throat. It's too close to what she hates, but the difference here is they are entering this with a full expectation of what they're getting with it. She remembers again the aftercare from the demonstration. As much as anything else, she wants to stroke Nonon's hair after all this, tell her she did wonderfully.
So she moves her hand up from Nonon's waist, drags it up and then down her back, fingers soothing out her straight back. And then, her hand trails back to her hips, across her ass.
She brushes two fingers along the smooth skin of her rear, and then those same two fingers meet the lace and ruffles of her underwear. She drags them along the smooth material, lets them ghost right across Nonon's pussy, a whisper of a touch. ]
Speak. Tell me how it feels.
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One small problem that Nonon herself likely hasn't even thought about, is that of all the colors, she decided bright pink. Which as it turns out, doesn't do a good job of hiding any areas that might be slightly... wetter, than others. Even if Nonon couldn't say everything, her body is so much more honest.
But what is Satsuki thinking? More than her own fears, worries, wants, needs, Nonon thinks of Satsuki's first. Some part of her is selfish as ever, capturing this moment, even as it feels as if it were stretching into hours, as a memory to make use of later when she's alone... And yet, she's mostly trying to understand Satsuki. Her wants, Her needs. Would Satsuki make her strip? Would she touch her more? Would Satsuki want her to do this with her more often?
She can feel those heels on the floor, approaching her finally, trying to anticipate what would happen next, only to have her heart really truly skip a beat at what she hears.
"Good girl."
How many times has Nonon said that cooing at her own kouhai in her band beneath her, winning over their loyalty and affections? It's a simple phrase, so simple that it shouldn't be so surprising or effective. If anyone else said it to her Nonon would have their heads. She'd never let anyone else talk to her like that. Maybe that's why it reaches Nonon straight to her core, those two words being enough to make Nonon's entire body shudder from her legs up through her spine all the way to the locks of pink hair hanging down by her face.
That, and because if nothing else, Nonon has a serious praise kink.
Feeling Satsuki kneeling down next to her, or so she can only assume, her head turns to the side, as if to look at her through the blindfold. Is she breathing harder? No, that must be Nonon's imagination, Satsuki wouldn't get like that... right?
The touch to her skirt makes a confused, quiet sort of whine come out of Nonon's mouth, not expecting it. ]
S-Satsuki-sama? [ She questions, unable to keep her hips from shaking ever so slightly from the strange sensation of the inside of her skirt moving ever so slowly up. By now, there's no hiding the fact that all of Nonon's breaths are heavy and heated through her open mouth.
"Punishment?" It's not like it's the first time her or any of the other Devas have endured a punishment from Satsuki for failing her. But like everything else in this room between Nonon and Satsuki, the atmosphere is different.
By now, her back has already started to slouch, her mind having been focusing on other things, but Satsuki's fingers remind her instantly of what she is supposed to be doing. A table. Furniture. One who's body completely belongs to Satsuki Kiryuin, all the more evident by Satsuki's fingers tantalizingly ghosting between her legs.
This time, there's an actual whimper from Nonon, her chin tucking down against her chest, the muscles beneath her skin in her thighs all tensing at once, as if Satsuki had taken an electric charge and ran it through her body.
What can she even say?! Still completely tense, with her breath still sucked into her lungs, she tries to comply, as best she can, removing any semblance of a filter on her words. ]
I-It feels... Good, I guess... Like being taught how to play a new instrument. [ She can't help but go back to what she knows best, perhaps unaware of how her choice of words may say more than she can truly admit... ]
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She's just smacked Nonon's ass, she realizes, and immediately her hand goes to soothe it, palm brushing softly across the reddening skin. Her thumb drags in small circles. Soothing touches are unfamiliar, to Satsuki, but she'd never give Nonon pain without comfort. ]
Back straight. I told you not to slouch, Nonon. [ Nonon's reactions are so - intoxicating? The way she breathes, desperate and needy, the flush to her skin, her uneven voice. The things she says, telling Satsuki everything she wants to hear. 'It feels good.' Every whispered 'Satsuki-sama' is like a present, a promise, from Nonon to Satsuki. She's always called her that, but - there's a difference, now. The situation. It's taken on so much meaning, so quickly.
Satsuki's hand pulls away from Nonon, with one gentle squeeze of the sensitive, flushed skin. She considers standing back up. Instead, she flattens her palm out again, fingers flat. ]
Nonon. I am going to spank you five times. You will count them, back straight. [ She tries to keep her voice even, calm, but powerful, that same deep timbre. Like the quieter parts of her speeches, like the tone she gives simple orders in. Nonon's followed the orders of this voice plenty of times. Albeit, not quite orders like this.
Did she always have ideas like this in her mind? Or did the situation bring them to light? Maybe, it's a combination of both - and she wonders if that means she's always wanted to do this to Nonon.
She brings her hand down, without warning, harder than last time, an audible smack filling the room. Her hand lingers, again, thumb across her skin once more. ]
How many was that? Answer me.
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[ It wasn't intentional. With all the thoughts in her head, all the confusing and overwhelming signals from her body, Nonon hadn't realized that her back began to slouch at all... Or that she'd be in for such a rude awakening for failing to adhere to previously stated commands.
Her sucked in breath she'd been holding on to escapes all at once from the sting on her ass, her voice high pitched and pained.
But she never in a million years imagined that what she'd get for her mistake would be a quick, sharp slap across her ass. Even with those ruffled panties between Satsuki's palm and (most of) her skin, there's a sting like she's never quite felt before. Of course, she's never been spanked by anyone before. Not including any figurative spanks in fights with a certain transfer student...
Even though Satsuki is just as quick to discipline her as she is to comfort her, Nonon is quick to relearn that Satsuki doesn't play games, and she doesn't accept anything other than perfection. It's a trait that Nonon usually loves so much in Satsuki, but her usual self wants to complain, and she has to bite her lip to keep anything else from coming out other than a slight whimper.
Then again, any complaints would be void anyways, seeing how she finds her body pressing back almost on it's own against Satsuki's hand, clearly not shying away from the other girl's touch. ]
It won't happen again... [ She wishes she could see Satsuki's face, to see whether that was good enough, but Satsuki makes her intentions clear.
Her back stiffens straight, no more trying to rub herself, even as slight as it was, against Satsuki's hand. She readies herself for more, muscles tensing in anticipation. ]
Y-Yes, Satsuki-sama! [ She tries to be more assertive, while she wonders whether that one counted as one, or zero--
Not that she can think on it long, as Satsuki's hand comes back down on her ass again, the sound of it almost making Nonon's ears ring, as she sucks in a breath through her clenched teeth. ]
One! [ She replies, trying to catch her breath, knowing the next could come any moment. ]
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Her face reflects that, if Nonon could see it, a mix of affection and want and coldness. A grin that doesn't reach her eyes, but eyes clouded over with desire. Things are progressing rapidly, and Satsuki clings to the things she knows for certain.
Nonon is here. Nonon wants to be here. And Nonon wants to be hers. ]]
Good girl.
[ She repeats it, remembers Nonon's reaction from before. Then she pulls her hand back - a quick swat, this time, from below, Nonon's rear bouncing up. Satsuki has never noticed how soft it is before now, has never noticed how soft Nonon is before now. Her fingers sink in as she lingers, nails across soft, reddened skin. ]
Keep counting.
[ Her thumb presses down on Nonon's skin, almost pinching it, and then she pulls away again. There's the now familiar sound of Satsuki shifting on the carpet, clothes rustling. The way her hand cuts through the air.
Smack. She brings it down much harder, this time, and the noise of it fills the room. It's not nearly as much force as Satsuki actually has in her, but it's rough, closer to that than just a bit of force, and Satsuki lets her hand linger, soothing the discomfort out of Nonon. She knows she's not weak, after all. ]
I am doing this because I expect better from you, Nonon. Because I understand that you are capable of following my orders perfectly. Do not take this as belittling, or humiliation. It is a measure of my trust.
[ She means that, every word of it, and then some. To prove it, the next spank is barely even noticeable - a gentle pat, almost a grope more than any kind of smack, Satsuki's hand squeezing from left to right along the curve of Nonon's rear.
And then she pulls her hand back, takes a deep breath, and brings it down, spanks Nonon, the sound filling the room one last time. Not as hard as the third time, but purposeful, final, her hand lingering flat against Nonon's skin without moving to grope or soothe. Satsuki herself seems overwhelmed by all this. Her breath is coming in shallow, heavy gasps. ]
... Yes, that's five. Good work.
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Nonon is only now beginning to realize what she truly wanted from Satsuki all along, a feeling that had been growing longer than she can remember suddenly, forcefully, coming into focus with each rough smack on her ass.
She doesn't want to only be Satsuki's best friend, or her right-hand woman, or even just her subordinate. She wants to give Satsuki her everything. ]
Two--
[ With another smack comes another whimper from Nonon, trying to do her best to keep it in. Which given her usual verbosity, should almost be considered an extraordinary feat. ]
Y-Yes, Sa--Ahnn!! ...Three!
[ Cut off in the middle, this time it's less of a whimper and more of a moan. Even she doesn't know if it was the odd angle she was hit at, the pain slowly becoming something else, or the nails on her increasingly tender ass. The thing that stands out most to her is how she finds she really wishes her panties weren't in plain view for Satsuki, as that damp spot between her legs is only getting worse with each strike. And if by some chance that ends up getting Satsuki's palm wet... she honestly believes she will never be able to live it down.
While Nonon certainly thought of this as humiliation at first, Satsuki's explanation of what it really is something she can understand. She knows Satsuki enough to believe that she isn't lying, that on reflection, Satsuki is simply not the type to humiliate someone for her own gain. (Unlike Nonon's own bad habit...) ]
Yes, Satsuki-sama!!
[ She cries it that out, steeling her resolve and her spine at the same time, before counting out "Four!", "Five!" with the last two smacks. It's killing her, not to be able to press back into Satsuki's hand to find a little relief of that growing need, but she wants to prove to Satsuki she can live up to those standards, fighting against her own body's urges. ]
Th-Thank you... Satsuki-sama...
[ Her voice is raspy and heavy, almost as if she'd been screaming (internally) through it, almost matching Satsuki's. Head hanging down, she wishes she could see Satsuki's fake to know if that praise came with a smile or not. ]
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Of course, Nonon's always done things for her that she'd never do for anyone else, talked to her in ways that are just hers. Submission, domination - the girl calls her Satsuki-sama. There's always been that element to them. Maybe that's why Satsuki finds this role so familiar, even if she hasn't gone this far before.
And for the record, her fingers are soaked. She doesn't comment on it. She'd never want Nonon to feel like enjoying this is a bad thing, and so she simply lets the sensation linger across her fingers. She finally reaches back, tracing the wetness of Nonon's underwear, makes it clear that she knows that Nonon is aroused, but does not consider it worth commenting on.
Of course she's aroused. They're doing all this, after all. Satsuki's sure she's aroused, too.]
Such a good girl. [Satsuki repeats it, lets her other hand drag along the back of Nonon's blindfold. There's a part of her that wants to take it off, but she knows full well that would defeat the point of all this.]
You can see me when we're done, Nonon. [She hesitates, then adds -]
When we're done, we'll touch each other like usual. [And then some, some part of herself wryly notes, because she imagines there'll be far than just Satsuki's hand on her shoulder, going on. With none of this play. But for now, we are continuing with this.
[She leans in, until she's whispering, deeply, into Nonon's ear, lets the word this linger. And then she stands up, finally gets to the point of this exercise. The table.
It's a thin, glass thing, solid in Satsuki's hands but not heavy enough to put any strain on Nonon's back. She tests its weight for a moment, then kneels down. Nonon is small enough that she has to use her entire body to support it, from her shoulders to her hips. She's slight enough that there's plenty of weight on either end of it that she can't support.
Idly, Satsuki wonders if she could support the table with her body, then dismisses the thought.]
Your back must be straight, your breathing must be even, and your elbows and knees must not buckle. A table that wobbles is a useless one. Do I make myself clear?
[She steps as she says it, a solid clack of her shoe against even the carpeted floor, in imitation of the way she'd jab her sheathed sword into the ground. It's a solid, aural reminder of her authority.]
still here, sorry about the wait!
And now, without realizing, she may be developing a new pavlovian response to those two word in particular spoken to her by Satsuki only, in that reassuring, but ever serious tone.
"Good girl," Satsuki says and Nonon has to do everything she can not to let the shudder building up inside of her body come out and ruin the sturdy back she was told to keep. That playful, teasing brush against her underwear speaks volumes of Satsuki's thoughts, and almost embarrassingly worse, makes it all too clear to Nonon that she's so very very turned on and there's no longer any way to hide that this is not quite just an exercise in following orders...
Even if she was feeling the remnants of the stinging pain in her ass from her spanking she doesn't focus on it, instead following Satsuki's voice around her. ]
T-Touch... [ It sets her heart racing even more, desperate for more than the light touches Satsuki has been giving her, but just as must wanting to curl up next to Satsuki, to smell her, touch her-- ]
Yes, I understand, Satsuki-sama. I won't move at all, I'll stake my pride on it.
[ She's talking bombastically as usual, but at the same time not really as usual either given the way she couldn't hide her muscles in her stomach at clenching tight at that clack. ]