Someone was getting a little too big for their breeches. Agnes had considered it a wild success when she broken Becca down. She turned the once boisterous redhead into a mewling kitten starved for attention. When she had finally earned her mistress’s touch, she accepted it oh so willingly, promising to give absolutely everything to the blue-eyed succubus. Agnes would ask and Becca would give. That was the arrangement. Maybe Becca was a little too sex-starved to actually understand what she was agreeing to, but that was no excuse. The deal was made and it didn’t take long for the Scot to ruin it.

The weeks that followed the beginning of their “casual” relationship had been fairly eventful. Meeting in secret, disappearing from friends and family for entire weekends filled with nothing but expended energy and sweaty sheets. Truly it was exactly what Agnes had imagined, and more so. To finally have such complete power over someone, it truly made her feel like the goddess she wanted to be worshipped as.

And then the redhead had to gain the misconception that she had an say in anything.

Agnes had summoned her. A surprise summons, middle of the day. She knew that Becca was working at the mansion, teaching her students, but she didn’t care; the insect queen wanted some fun. All it took was one text to go unanswered. That alone would have been worth an infraction, but when Becca finally responded, it certainly crossed the line.

The redhead wasn’t mean or nasty, she just kept trying to explain to Agnes that she was in the middle of working and couldn’t get away. Agnes could almost read the desperation in the words but the redhead did deserve a punishment. How dare she put anything else beyond her. A simple [Fine.] was sent back and that was when the blackout started.

The silent treatment. Agnes didn’t text or call. No attempt was made on her part to contact Becca. The redhead tried at first, sending “I’m sorry” messages, voicemails, even a cutesy gif or two, but none of it could reach the ice-hearted queen. Becca had to learn. While their time together allowed them to reach new levels of ecstacy, Agnes didn’t need Becca in that way. She could find others, quite easily enough. But the redhead would feel the absence of her in her life, Agnes knew it. So she would wait, she would keep away, allowing her to “miss” her, to start to forget what her touch was like -- but not fully, no. It wouldn’t be that easy to remove the insect queen from her mind.

Several weeks had now gone by. Again, all had been silent. Agnes was sitting on her sofa in her elegant room (really the Syndicate was doing wonders for her), one leg crossed over the other as she casually munched on a few grapes from the vine. The flatscreen before her was turned to her favorite program, but her attention was suddenly pulled elsewhere. Hrm, she supposed her punishment of the redhead had gone on long enough. Now she wanted to see how hard she could make the little ***** beg.

A small sigh and she reached one lily-white hand over to the side table where she plucked up her phone. A few taps and a message was sent to Becca.

What did the strawberry say to her crush when she gobbled her up?

...

I'm berry into you.

[SEND]

She sighed as she tossed the phone onto the cushion next to her. Time to see if Becca would take the bait and oh how she hoped she would.

Rebecca was slowly becoming okay again.

It had been a wild few months. Things with Agnes went from hot to cold, and it felt like the thermostat was flipped overnight. First, the hot: after the night of the party, Rebecca accepted that she wanted Agnes and she wanted her bad. She was willing to give herself over to her ex-girlfriend, basically being treated like a piece of sexual property for the brunette to play with according to her own whim.

It should have been insulting, but heaven help her, the way Agnes asserted control over her made her weak. It started mostly with the more intimate moments of their relationship, but it began seeping into her everyday life. Agnes would send her requests via text; things she wanted her little redhead to do or pictures she wanted to be sent. She seemed to care little about where Rebecca was or how public her setting would be. And, like a good girl, Becca always complied.

Well, she almost always complied. As much as Rebecca had a habit of dropping everything to answer her Mistress’s beck and call, there were lines she did not want to cross. As much as ViewTube was taking off for her, Rebecca did not want to leave the Mansion high and dry or put her teaching position at risk due to negligence.

She had been teaching, so when she noticed she had a missed text from Agnes she knew she had ignored, she explained to Agnes that she loved what they had and what they were doing, but she had to be realistic and responsible. She tried to plead her case as politely as possible, and when she received the one word reply, she shuddered a little at the perceived tone of it.

That was the beginning of the cold. She was hit with a total silent treatment. Rebecca had tried striking up conversation only to receive nothing. She tried flirting and offering herself to Agnes, and still nothing. She started apologizing, which, in that moment, seemed like a good idea even though deep down, she had believed her choice was reasonable. Agnes was the one being unreasonable… right?

It was hard to think through the haze that was hitting her, and in her fuzzy mind, she was starting to question her own logic. She pledged herself to Agnes, right? Maybe that was worth calling out of work early on occasion. She even, in a moment of weakness, texted that she might see where Agnes was coming from, but she got nothing in return.

It felt like she was experiencing withdrawal, and Agnes was her drug. It was not a wholly inaccurate comparison. Rebecca was feeling awful and she was questioning her own sense of worth and validity. Agnes was so ready to drop her after one slight; what was wrong with her that Agnes could drop her so easily? Wasn’t she a good girl to her for so long? She had devoted herself to Agnes! Was it not enough?

Rebecca went into a slump of self-doubt, cancelling plans for a while and laying in bed quietly. Jules and Raine had to be seeing a problem with her, and she was certain a talk was coming, but she was finding it hard to find the energy to talk things out.

The spiral Rebecca was experiencing could have gone on seemingly forever, but she lucked out, because someone unintentionally started making things easier. Gawain texted her one day, mentioning that they had not seen each other in too long, and he came over for an afternoon of television and video games. It was simple, and while it did not come right away, after a few hours, she was genuinely smiling again. Maya came by the next day and they even went out to grab dinner together.

Slowly but surely, Rebecca felt like the fog in her head was lifting. Maybe she wasn’t in the wrong. Maybe it was Agnes who was being unreasonable. Just maybe, what they had was too screwed up to be okay. As she started to accept this might be the truth, Rebecca started to feel like she might be okay again.

Her phone chimed with the level up sound from a video game. Rebecca took a break from washing dishes, wiped her hands on a dishtowel, and grabbed the phone. She stopped dead, not moving a muscle as she read the name on the screen.

And then she opened the message and snorted. It was not what she was expecting. It was corny and cute and while Agnes could certainly be both those things, it felt more like something she would have heard from the Agnes of old.

Rebecca shook her head, wondering how to respond. This was the girl who had shut her down for over a month, and one joke should not have been enough for her to ignore the tears and the numbness.

She sighed, slowly typing up a reply.

Ha ha, you’re berry funny.

How have you been? I texted…

She realized her last sentence came across more desperate than she was hoping, but her thumb had already hit send, so she could not take it back now.

Her fingernails drummed on the coffee table next to her couch. She had just sent the text message and had turned her eyes back to the television in front of her, but she couldn’t see it. The anticipation, it was building. She could feel that slight rush that tingled just beneath the skin as she waited to see what the redhead would respond with. It wasn’t a matter of “if” she would respond, deep down, Agnes knew it was merely a matter of “when”. There was every possibility that the redhead would have used this time away from Agnes to get back out there and wrap her legs around her another, but she doubted it. The times they had, the desperation she could read in her attempt to contact her, Agnes knew that she had her, but it would be entering to see how long before she respon--

Aggie…

A lustful sound bite cut through the air. Her lips curled devilishly as stopped tapping on the tabletop and plucked up her phone. With a sigh, she wriggled back into her seat cushion and lifted the phone to her gaze. The ringtone was one she only assigned to texts from Becca. Recording during one of their latest interludes, Agnes loved to hear the desperation and the frantic need in her ex’s voice as she practically begged to set her free from her blissful torment. Every text brought to mind the gasping, begging Scot in perfect clarity, and reminded the insect queen of the absolute power she felt over her. It was a beautiful sound, truly.

Sure enough, as the sound bite announced, Becca had texted her. Idly she tapped the buttons on the screen, pulling up the text, and read it to herself.

Oh the most wicked of grins followed. Terrible pun aside, she could see that the desperation to maintain contact with her was still there. Becca had tried to texting her, calling her, doing anything she could to get back in good favor with the insect queen but it was to no avail. Now, out of the blue, here was a text from Agnes and Becca, without showing any real spine for her dignity, immediately responded back. And though it was hard to defer tone from text, that “I texted…” was enough to show her just how desperate her ex was.

Good. Keep them wanting more, as they say…

Pursing her lips in thought, Agnes leaned back against her couch, gently rolling the phone between her fingers. How, oh how, will she respond? The options were basically limitless. She could be cruel, she could be sweet, she could be off, she could simply ignore her another month and respond back as if it were completely no problem. Really there were a number of scenarios that Agnes could inflict upon the pathetic Scot, but much of those needed to be saved for when her influence was deep-seated and absolute in Becca’s head. So, for tonight, she would be generous -- but Becca would still have to work for her apology to be accepted.

Another few seconds of thought and she grinned, typing up a response…

Just thought of it. Off the top of my head.

She paused for a moment, pretending to take the time to find the right words before she continued her message.

I know. I’ve been meaning to respond. But I was...upset. I mean...it felt like you were losing interest in me...again...

You said things would be different, this time. Didn’t you?

[SEND]

Rebecca had accepted her phone would not be receiving any more messages from Agnes. She was starting to believe that might be for the best, and acceptance was setting in. She should have known that would be the trigger for the universe to intercede by having Agnes return to her life.

Now that she was staring at the text on her phone, it was like the past month was seeping out of Rebecca’s mind. She still felt the uplifting thrill of Agnes’s name on her screen. It felt comforting, and Rebecca felt good to finally be acknowledged. Was that a bad sign? Somehow, it did not feel like it. Why would it be a problem for Agnes to be reaching back out to her? It was Agnes, for goodness sake!

What had she been doing? Whatever it was, she had stopped and her eyes were focused on the screen of her phone, waiting for an update. Eventually, she heard the jingle and the message bubble populated. The first message was just a comment on the playful pun. It made Rebecca smile a little bit, but she had the feeling she was waiting on the real message.

When that message arrived, her smile faded. A well of guilt filled her stomach, making her uneasy. She still hated how things ended with Agnes, because it did feel like how things always ended between them. She thought their new, less romantic arrangement would keep the risk of it happening again low, but apparently, she was failing.

Rebecca needed to try harder. She sighed, typing out a message.

I’m not. I am so interested in you! Things are different. I was just worried about getting in trouble at work, but maybe I should have realized taking a half-day wouldn’t be such a big deal. I’m sorry.

Gone was the woman who was regaining some kind of self-worth and realizing she was in the right. Rebecca could feel Agnes’s disappointment and suddenly, the void where Agnes’s validation used to be was back in the forefront of her being. She did not realize exactly how well she was being trained by the seductive siren as she typed her way right into Agnes’s hands.

Your kitten would love to make it up to you, Mistress…

She knew she was manipulating her...that was the point. She wasn’t in the least bit bothered by the fact that Becca didn’t want to give her a little striptease over Speedigram. After all, there were always other conquests to take her attention. But Becca needed a firm hand now. Agnes could have easily just dropped her and let her go on the rest of her life, not knowing why her Mistress had suddenly abandoned her. But that wasn’t the game that she wanted to play. She needed to keep breaking the redhead. She needed to crumble her into dust so that all that was left was a quivering husk of a woman. For that, she needed to keep baiting her.

The line was simple. And it was enough to get into the very heart of the woman that she was trying to destroy. She was scared that she was losing interest. Becca was nothing if not predictable. She would blame herself for their relationship falling apart. The Scot so did love to be the martyr. So heap the blame on her. A glimpse of the old, cowardly, unsure Agnes should be enough for her to shove the hook in her mouth.

And then the line went taut.

Aggie…

The ringtone just made her smile every time she heard it. Once again lifting the phone to her gaze, she sighed as she tapped the screen. Turning on her couch, she pressed her back against the arm of the sofa and stretched her legs out across the cushions, crossing one over the over. A few taps and she was reading the message her beloved subordinate had sent her.

A low, soft cackle vibrated through her throat as she stretched out, setting the phone down between her ample chest. Her back arched sweetly as she let the words tickle her everywhere like fine feathers just grazing her milky skin. Ruby lips curled maliciously, her laughter toeing the line of the maniacal. Sweet, sweet Becca. Only months ago she would have defended her actions to the end. She would have stood by how “right” she was and said that Agnes was being completely unreasonable with her demands. As a matter of fact, she probably would have ended their casual relationship proclaiming it just a continuation of the toxicity that they had so easily wrapped themselves in.

But she didn’t. That wasn’t her Becca anymore, or rather, not right now. No, this Becca, the one being broken in to be the perfect little plaything, was now apologizing to her. She was the one being unreasonable. And it was the most beautiful thing she had ever read. Even better than the words that followed after her phone uttered another bliss-filled Aggie….

Quietly tapped her finely manicured nails upon her bottom lip. Hrm, she had really only messaged her to re-establish contact, but if the redhead felt ready to play again, why wouldn’t she take advantage of it? The question was...where? She considered this for several moments before a most wicked thought crossed her mind. Oh this was going to be very, very sweet.

Standing up, she drifted across her living room, heading for the bedroom. Idly she shrugged off her revealing clothing to expose her bare, perfect skin to the world outside her windows. But she didn’t care who saw her; not anymore. Instead she was more preoccupied with the phone in her hands and the message that she typed out.

Oh! I have to say, I’ve missed playing with my special kitten. I’m going to send you an address. Meet me there.

[SEND]

It felt like Rebecca’s fate was hanging in the balance. In theory, she would survive if Agnes decided to cut her off; she had almost been there all of two hours ago. It was just hard to see now that she felt some kind of haze glazing over her vision. It was like Agnes had developed a new mutation and it left Rebecca with rose-colored glasses, tinting her vision so things only looked right when things were okay with the raven-haired mistress.

The reply finally came through and Rebecca felt equal parts relief and pleasure washing over her as Agnes requested her presence. Her exile was over, and suddenly, she remembered how satisfying it felt to be in Agnes’s good graces.

I’ll be there as quick as I can, Mistress!

Becca had made sure to do everything to make the right impression. She used Agnes’s favorite perfume, wore the dress she knew Agnes loved (because she picked it out,) and picked out a matching choker. Chokers had become a regular part of her wardrobe since the first time Agnes gave her a collar. It was like a public-placeholder, and she was sure wearing it again would earn approval from her mistress.

Getting to the address, Becca blinked a few times as she realized Agnes had led her to stand outside of a strip club. Rebecca was expecting a rendezvous at a fancy hotel or an upscale dinner where Agnes would tease her under the table for the thrill of it. The redhead had been to a strip club before for a friend’s bachelorette party in London, and she had no issues with women who chose the profession for themselves, but she was not someone who made a habit of frequenting strip clubs.

Still, Agnes gave her instructions, and Rebecca was very keen on following those instructions to the letter. She had made a mistake, and she was working to rectify it now, so she would be good and dutiful and wait for her Mistress outside the strip club, wondering what Agnes could possibly have planned for her tonight.

In the Unter ride over the to Black Satin Club, Agnes never once thought that she was pushing Becca too far. The young redhead wanted to prove herself to her mistress, then Agnes was going to give her that opportunity. The stripclub was one that Agnes had only frequented a couple times since coming back to New York City. It was the perfect place to watch and...interact. However her appearances there were short and their turn around with dancers should be enough that no sweet faces would recognize her. That is except for Jenny, the bartender. She was always there and not liable to forget Agnes in the slightest. But that was fine, if anything, Agnes would attempt to work the adventurous barmaid into her evening’s plans.

Oooh, but one step at a time. First and foremost, she needed to ensure that Becca was there when she arrived and she was willing to do what was necessary to keep their little game going strong. If she proved herself, well, Agnes knew precisely what to do then; but she needed for the redhead to reveal exactly how far she was willing to go.

When the Unter pulled up to the front doors of the establishment, the ride came to a halt. Eagerly the Unter driver stepped out of the car, an eager young man trying to win approval, and quickly pulled open the door. The back of the car was dark, almost unnaturally so. Anyone looking inside would see nothing and yet would be drawn in by the inky blackness. The void pulled attention, mystery and intrigue driving curious minds to draw closer, until they were caught by those two flashing, sapphire eyes.

It would be far too late at that moment.

One smooth, lily-white leg stretched out, planting a black stiletto heel into the concrete. The rest of the feminine perfection unfurled from the back seat, a rose blossoming amid the steel and glass of the city, as she stepped out of the car and straightening up. Agnes appeared, standing by the vehicle in the sharpest of shoes, a short leather skirt, a bodice of intricate design that did well to push up her already full chest, and a short, black leather jacket. The black against her white skin provided an eye-catching contrast, one that few could turn away from.

Her ruby lips pursed as she blew the Unter driver a tender kiss and winked. Idly she played with the black pearl necklace around her neck, giving him a most flirtatious of smiles and stepped away, towards the only person worthy of her attention right now. Of course, before leaving, she made sure to swipe and give her driver five stars -- she loved it when the help groveled in thankfulness.

Eyes dipped into a predatory glare, she smiled as she marched towards the waiting redhead, the image of the choker she wore around her neck nearly make the seductress purr all the louder. It was a lovely sight indeed, a sight she didn’t turn away from, once, as she approached, stopping only once she was dangerously close to the redhead.

”Mmm…” she cooed sweetly, leaning just a tad but not enough to attempt a kiss or any kind of nuzzle. ”...you came...” she grinned wickedly. ”...that’s a good start. How’re you, darling?”

Rebecca knew Agnes would likely find a ride to the club, so she had no clue which car her Mistress would end up stepping out of. She found herself experiencing a rush of nervousness and excitement when every car came up to the curb, like she was some kind of poor little puppy waiting for her owner to come home.

Eventually, one of the doors open and a flash of sapphire confirmed her wait was over. She watched that silky soft leg leave the car, taking a silent, reverent moment to appreciate the beauty of Agnes’s body in the black ensemble that made her perfect skin all the more vibrant.

When Agnes caught sight of her, she made a beeline, giving no one but Becca her attention. That gave Rebecca that warm, reassured feeling she needed. Agnes stopped just before her, so close, but Rebecca knew better than to lean in and initiate the kiss. Agnes would kiss her when she was ready. (Or maybe when she felt Rebecca deserved it?)
Agnes asked how she was, and Rebecca had to fight not to swoon at the sultry sound of her voice. ”Ah’m better noo, miss. Ah missed ye… very much,” she admitted, bowing her head slightly, but keeping her eyes up and meeting Agnes’s, craving that contact.

Agnes cooed in delight at the sight of the choker that was that wrapped around Becca’s sweet, freckled neck. Ever since she had first convinced her to put it on, it had been a staple of Becca’s attire whenever the pair of them would go out. There was nothing so telling about the dominion that she held over the Scot than the sight of that leather piece wrapped around so sensitive an area. She purred as she reached over, her fingers touching only the leather and not the waiting woman’s skin. She could see that Becca burned for the touch but she wouldn’t be granting her that boon lightly. Rather, she just grinned wider, watching the redhead squirm as Agnes flicked the metal ring that faced her front and center.

It certainly looked good on her.

Leaning back, the desperation to be touched or kissed was glimmer in the redhead’s mismatched eyes but Agnes didn’t make a move any closer to grant her this. Rather she continued to linger back, smiling as she surveyed the redhead with such scrutiny that it would be debase and tingle the waiting woman. Agnes was getting good at this game and it was a power that she exerted as much as she could.

>> ”Ah’m better noo, miss. Ah missed ye… very much,”

Oh there were a number of lines and comebacks that Agnes could have retaliated with, but rather than risk slapping the cornered dog and inviting retaliation, the insect queen merely bit her lip shyly as she reached up, tilting Becca’s chin up with the end of her finely manicured nail.

”Oommm…” she sighed sweetly. ”...you know what they say...right?” She pressed closer, the heat from her body warming the sliver of air between the two of them. For a moment there it looked as if Agnes really was going to kiss Becca. She leaned in, her head tilted, she firmly continued to press Becca’s chin up, but rather than plant her lips against hers, Agnes merely slipped passed Becca’s cheek and whispered in her ear. ”’Absence makes the heart grow fonder’...no?”

Her finger lifted away from Becca’s chin, but not before leaving a tiny scratch there. Pulling away from her, the seductive bombshell merely continued to look Becca over before she turned and stepped away from her. She walked boldly towards the door but stopped, standing in front of it. Seconds passed as she continued to stare at it before she finally turned, hair cascading down over one eye, the other sapphire burrowing over her shoulder and directly into the waiting redhead.

”A good pet gets the door for her mistress,” she said softly, the smallest tinge of disappointment. Shame...was she going to have to teach her all over again?

Rebecca found her posture was different around Agnes. Her back was straight, her chest was out, and she had her hands clasped behind her back, like she was instinctively putting herself on display. She knew to stand at attention and be patient, even if it was torturous to wait there and do nothing. It was a good kind of torture, at least, as Agnes carefully fingered the choker around Becca’s neck.

It was obvious in Agnes’s eyes; she was entirely aware that she still held power and sway over the demure little redhead. All Rebecca could do was admit that she missed Agnes, because it was written all over her freckled face. Agnes’s fingertip tilted her chin up, and the first physical contact in months sent a pulse through her body.

Her breath was held until the contact was broken, and Becca stayed standing quietly and in awe as Agnes walked away. She realized just before Agnes spoke that she was getting dreamy and dropping the ball again. The disappointment on Agnes’s voice forced a blush out of Becca and she took quick steps to the door to open it. ”Ah’m sae sorry, Mistress,” she said softly, granting them entry.

The club was dark and backlit with blues, purples, and reds. It was a busy night, or at least it seemed that way to Rebecca, who had no standard for what a busy strip club looked like. She just saw plenty of people sitting at tables and leaning on the edges of stages, their faces seemingly obscured by the dark. The music was slow and sensual and the beat was made manifest by the movements of scantily clad women on the various stages. More women were walking between tables, chatting up guests to charm their way into a private dance and a big payday. A few of the girls looked to the entrance and grinned when Agnes and Becca entered. There were women patrons at the club, but they were the minority, so they must have merited some curious attention.

The other women were gorgeous, but Becca’s eyes were still on Agnes. ”Whit woods ye loch tae dae first, Miss? Ah coods get us a drink an’ we can take a table? Ur maybe ye’d loch tae claim a spot near ain ay th’ stages?” Even if she wasn’t Agnes’s submissive, she would be letting the raven-haired woman take the lead in a situation like this.

Agnes sighed as she quietly tapped her fingernails upon her own arm. She knew that some time had passed since the last time she and Becca had actually been together and it seemed that distance had caused some bad habits to occur. Idly she tapped her nails, waiting, ignoring any concerns that Becca may have had at being abandoned for so long and over something so trivial. None of that mattered, all that mattered was that Agnes was feigning some rather realistic disappointment towards Becca’s inaction at remembering some of the most basic rules. But that was fine, she would…correct her. She would correct all of this as tonight, judging by Becca’s desperation, it was clearly time to set the real rules.

Another tap against her arm and she turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder at the Becca’s dazed form. She waited there, cleared her throat, and summoned her over.

>>”Ah’m sae sorry, Mistress,”

It was a lovely sight to behold. Standing, exuding power, watching as someone near-utterly submissive towards her, starving for her approval, quickly closed the gap to open the door. The blush on her cheeks was only accentuated by the apology for her behavior -- and followed with the moniker that Agnes had demanded she be referred to as; it was so, so sweet. Lips curling in appreciation she dipped her head and gestured for the redhead to open the door. It was time to begin.

Once the door was opened, Agnes stepped through, leading Becca by an invisible leash. She was confident that the redhead was following her and didn’t bother to look back. Instead she kept her sapphire eyes forward, gazing at the familiar interior of the stripclub. She had been here a couple times, a few actually, and it was one of her favorites so far. Most had been too run down or possessing talent that possessed anything but. But this place, Mm, it made her purr like a satin covered kitten.

The girl were...acceptable but what tipped them over the edge was how willing they all were. Agnes wasn’t stupid though, she knew that they were only trying to earn her favor for hopes of a bigger, monetary tip. But she appreciated that honesty. She liked it when people learned their place in the world and accepted it. Now she just needed Becca to firmly come to that realization rather than pathetically dance around it like an unsure marionette. She needed to keep the redheaded puppeted wrapped up in her strings before she perceives any further mistakes about freedom.

Standing in the midst the noise, the flashing lights, and catcalls, Agnes sighed, her hands falling to her hips and adding to her already confident demeanor. Some would briefly wonder if Agnes were another one of the girls getting ready to perform, but one look at her eyes was enough to make them shrink into submission. No, she wasn’t here for their pleasure -- it was the other way around.

A soft formed moved close to her. Agnes glanced down to see Becca standing nearby, seemingly standing in unknown territory as her mismatched eyes glanced from spot to spot. Agnes wanted to cackle a the image but now wasn’t the time; instead she simply reached around, letting her fingers delicately stroke up and down the Scot’s lower back. It was both a sign of affection and a reminder to anyone observing them that the redhead belonged to her.

>>”Whit woods ye loch tae dae first, Miss? Ah coods get us a drink an’ we can take a table? Ur maybe ye’d loch tae claim a spot near ain ay th’ stages?”

She cooed as she turned to face that freckled nose. ”Mmm, exactly what I was thinking.” She leaned down, dangerously close, but merely licked the end of Becca’s nose before she turned her around and gave her a soft swat to send her off to the bar. ”You know what I like, darling,” she announced. ”Come find me when you’re done.”

With that she stepped away, and sought out her favorite table in the establishment: secluded, with a small stage, but in a section where the prettiest girls roamed. This would be perfect.

Six years earlier, Rebecca was a completely different person. If that shy exchange student had been told she would one day be standing in a strip club, surrounded by sexual energy, wearing a choker, standing next to a girl who was more her Master than her girlfriend, she would have claimed that every word in that sentence was impossible. It was not all Agnes's influence, though she was always the catalyst. Agnes was the first to lead her to her sexual awakening. Agnes was the one who proved that Rebecca could be so overwhelmed by sexual desire that she could no longer resist, and that hit her when River was still in the picture, long before the new dynamic.

And now, Agnes awoke in Rebecca the realization that some of her sexual tastes were not vanilla. For better or worse, she embraced the darker side of her sexuality. Part of it came from her desire to just appease Agnes, but she could not deny at least some of it was already part of her deep down. She felt liberated and excited in her new environment.

She also felt nervous about how things stood with Agnes. She seemed happy with her, right? She did receive precious contact as Agnes's fingertips sent a shudder through her lower back. But Becca saw the look she got for her delay at the door. She thought the last thing that set Agnes off was small, but maybe she was just not seeing things how Agnes was, which meant she was missing something.

Becca asked how she could be of service, and Agnes got tantalizingly close. The teasing tongue licking her nose sent a pulse through her core. The kiss was so close! At the very least, she got a bottom swat that caused her to "Ooh," in an almost song-like register. "Ay coorse, Mistress."

The redhead found a bar where she drew the attention of the men sitting there. It was funny that, in a place full of almost naked women, the most out of place and intriguing thing was the clothed woman patronizing the club. She ordered a sex on the beach for herself and made sure to order Agnes her favorite drink.

It took her a moment to spot Agnes because she had to shift her focus from the masses to a more secluded area of the club. It made sense; Agnes deserved that kind of exclusivity. Along the way, some very attractive topless women smiled and waved and even winked at Rebecca, and she blushed accordingly, but she had a purpose.

She made it to Agnes's table and placed her drink down. "Ah'm back, Mistress. Ah hope Ah didnae take too lang." The subtext was not so subtle; she did not want to make a single misstep. "Ah jist wanna take care ay ye tonicht."

>>"Ooh...Ay coorse, Mistress."

Agnes spared a moment, only a moment, to watch Becca as she stepped away, a little skip in her step for that small bit of contact that Agnes had graced her with. Things were going well, very well, now that she thought of it. The young redhead was firmly breaking down and willingly trying to do everything possible to win her mistress’s approval. Excellent. This was exactly the dynamic that she was going for, one where she had complete and utter control over the freckle-nosed redhead. But there was still something that needed to be done, a promise to be made, a deal to be struck. She wasn’t just after her body anymore, she wanted her soul.

Finding a table that she had frequented in the past, Agnes smiled as she coyly looked upon several of the workers who passed her. They knew of the appetites of this raven-haired beauty, and knew the commanded presence that followed her. Many thought that she was someone of wealth, a socialite new to the world and partaking in all the earthly pleasures that she could. Agnes would scoff at that line of thought, though. If only they knew of the small, one-bedroom that she lived in.

But there was no need to ruin the mystique. Rather, Agnes played it up, acting like many of those foolish girls she had seen in tabloid magazines, buying too many drinks, and flirting with just about anyone. Of course she didn’t really have the money to do such things, but she knew how to manipulate people to get exactly what she was wanted.

Sliding into her seat, slowly and provocatively for anyone who would be watching, she sighed as she crossed one elegant leg over the other and idly tapped her fingernails upon the surface of the table. She wasn’t irritated by any means, rather, but it would make for a good show for whenever Becca returned to her side. Though she didn’t want to push the redhead away, she was making strides in knowing exactly which buttons to push to get the most mileage out of the comely redhead.

Upon her return, Agnes’ gaze drifted only briefly to her before turning back to the stage in the center of the room, watching the lovely, dark-skinned woman who moved in unison with the smooth, golden pole. Becca was doing good, so far, but she couldn’t let that on just yet.

>>"Ah'm back, Mistress. Ah hope Ah didnae take too lang...Ah jist wanna take care ay ye tonicht."

Her typical favorite, a Honey Punch, was placed in front of her and she didn’t look up. It was her favorite drink, exactly what she wanted. But rather than praise Becca too highly she merely gave her the smallest of smiles. At Becca’s proclamation that she only wanted to “take care of her”, Agnes finally turned and smiled wide.

”Mmm, that’s encouraging.” she purred. She then raised on, elegant hand, and reached over, tapping a spoke next to her, but not too close. ”You may sit…” she patted the spot. ”...there. I do hope you’ll enjoy the show...”

Her eyes turned back to the stage, watching as the woman stepped off and the lights dimmed. A new low, and seductive voice rang through the speakers. ”Ladies and gentlemen...please...put your hands together, for the sweet...the seductive...the sinful...Black Licorice…”

Rebecca did not give much thought to the changes in Agnes these days, even knowing the changes were numerous. Her once lithe, slender lover had metamorphosed into a voluptuous bombshell, but her changes in personality were more striking. She was confident and domineering and now, with them in a strip club of all places, Agnes looked absolutely comfortable in her environment, with women around her catering to her. It seemed natural for her, and it made sense; Rebecca was another woman laying herself at the brunette’s whims.

Deep down, Rebecca doubted she was something special to Agnes. They never promised exclusivity, right? When they were together, Rebecca was Agnes’s to do with as she wished, but they had their own separate lives. Agnes could do as she wished when Rebecca was not around. Rebecca was not her girlfriend; she was a pet, and that was okay. It allowed her to fulfill the longing and need she had for Agnes.

Nervousness set in at Agnes’s waiting posture, but the honey punch and Becca’s attentiveness led to a smile from Agnes that sent a shiver down her back. She was offered a seat next to Agnes and eagerly took it, glad to enjoy the proximity, though waiting to touch until Agnes’s instructions, verbal or non-verbal.

There were many things Agnes and Rebecca shared, but this was a new one. The two lovers sat and watched as a gorgeous woman with dark skin and braided hair took the stage in a black lingerie and a sheer wrap around her wide hips. She moved around the pole at the center of her stage, her hand gliding along the sleek surface until she finally hooked a leg around it and lifted herself into the air. Her body rotated until she was facing Agnes and Rebecca and she gripped to lift her body until she was upsidedown and hanging by her legs twisted around the pole.

Rebecca watched as the stunning woman’s body as her hands undid the wrap around her waist and the sheer fabric fluttered down, landing at their table. Her routine on the pole continued for a bit until the dancer slid down, landing carefully on her feet and transitioning to a sensual dance at the edge of the stage, right before Agnes and Rebecca.

In a state of awe and arousal, Rebecca watched the dancer intently, subconsciously biting her lip. She stole a glance to Agnes. Was she allowed to look? She had to be; Agnes even told her to enjoy the show. Quietly, she muttered, ”Ur ye enjoyin’ her, Mistress? She’s… wow…”

The ebony beauty upon the stage possessed Agnes’ attention but only slightly. The truth was that for was gorgeous and alluring as the woman on stage was, the insect queen wasn’t here simply for pleasure. No, instead she was here to continue her grand experiment of the mental fracturing of the young redhead next to her. For Agnes, Rebecca had been the source of a lot of her miseries. She ruined her relationships, her idea of what love should be, and in some strained way, also why Agnes was as she was now. Though there was probably some gratitude for that, that didn’t change the fact that the redhead needed to be...disciplined.

She was questioning her. Their current relationship, if it can be called that, was one purely of lust, not love. It resulted in a clear power roles for the two women: vis-a-vis, Agnes possessing all the power and Becca having none. But for as willing as the Scot was, there were still aspects of their arrangement that needed to be cemented. Knowing the redhead’s most scandalous weak spots, Agnes sought to fully take advantage of them. After all, she gave herself over to her while towing the brink, considering how long it’s been now, Agnes imagined that she needed only the smallest little nudge.

Casually she sipped her drink. Her sapphire eyes were on the dancer on the stage, in no way paying full attention to the Scot at her side. Becca was quiet and meek, but Agnes knew where her eyes were located. She was watched the same beauty on stage that her mistress was -- rather than watching her. A punishment could be uttered for that infraction, but that was Becca’s way, wasn’t it? Always with the wandering, mismatched eyes.

But she wouldn’t punish her. Not yet, anyways. She needed the Scot on the edge for her plans to come to fruition.

Another sip of her drink as the dancer started her sensual dance before them and Agnes could feel the gaze of her pet upon her. She seemingly stared for several moments before she finally mustered up the courage to speak.

>>”Ur ye enjoyin’ her, Mistress? She’s… wow…”

She smiled. Her eyes never left the dancer but her free hand, the one on Rebecca’s side, reached over and gently touched the redhead’s knee. ”Mmm, she is gorgeous...and entertaining…” she purred. Her fingers gently stroked Becca’s knee. Softly she kneaded the flesh, moving in dangerous directions but only enough to keep the redhead wanton desperation. ”But...anyone can be entertaining.”

It was at this point that she finally turned, her sharp eyes locking on Becca’s and digging into her flesh. The look on her face was...indescribable. It was alluring and predatory and sweet all at the same time; like the mesmerizing gaze of a viper before it sinks it’s poisonous fangs into your skin. Her had never moved from Becca, and instead only continued to tease while her voice dripped with sweetness, the scent of honey thick in the air.

”I remember...you are a magnificent dancer...” she whispered. As she said this, she drew closer, lips close to Becca’s ear. ”Can you be entertaining for me?”