Dressed formally at Bette’s request, Tina sat in the backseat of the car – blindfolded. She smiled to herself and waited while Bette drove to a secret place, waiting until Bette came around to her after the car came to a full stop. The thrill was rushing through her, but she would be completely compliant.

Bette just loved Tina’s trust, and loved to do push her and to satisfy all of her urges. She quietly opened the back door just off the side of the road, along the edge of a forest outside the city. Admittedly, it was cruel to have Tina dress up, but it would excite her to watch Tina’s reaction when she realized where she was. Bette was always leading Tina into the darkness, into danger, and demanding absolute trust. She always had it.

Tina was led out and carefully stepped over some tall grass, and was confused with the harsh twigs that would brush against her legs. She put her hands in front of her and was careful with each step. it must have been five minutes before Bette finally stopped and then Tina heard her say to keep the blindfold on for another minute. Tina nodded, and waited for a few minutes before finally pulling it off and blinking with the surprise of how bright it was outside. She quickly looked around her, and there was nothing. No picnic, no romantic boat ride. She was in the middle of a thick forest, looking out to try and see where Bette was. She had to be watching her. She was so confused, but the thrill that overcame her was exciting and she was drawn to the side of her that wished to explore. She licked her lips and wondered what to do. Was she to find Bette? She didn’t know this game, and that alone was arousing. This was a game and Tina knew that playing it would mean reacting in her own way.

Bette’s lips went dry when she watched Tina from behind an enormous tree. She loved how demure Tina appeared, wearing the pencil skirt that clung to her legs, and the lacy camisole under that sleek black button-up. Tina’s skin was so vibrant next to the dark material, and it reminded Bette of her influence on the blond. her heart yearned for her to hold Tina and to tell her she was safe, but it was far too exciting to watch the look in Tina’s eyes. Bette leaned onto the trunk of the old tree and embraced the rough exterior while she caught Tina’s smile. Every second she watched her, there was more to love. Her heart raced at the thought, barely able to keep from running to her. Tina had a hold on her that consumed all of her, managing the quick beat of her heart in the thick of the forest. The game was slowly forming between them, each movement or glance around from Tina informing Bette of what she wanted – what she needed. Bette needed to be cruel.