“I really don’t know if I can,” Tina whispered. The confession gave her a feeling of vulnerability, but she pushed it off.

“You can if you open yourself to it,” Bette moaned, imagining her Mistress submitting, even for a moment. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known … you could do anything you set your mind to … Do you want this?”

“Yes … but I want to top you,” Tina groaned, trembling when Bette’s fingers traced up her inner thigh. It felt electric, the way Bette could taunt and tease her. She closed her legs instinctively.

“Open them.”

Tina shivered, slowly opening her legs despite her looming need to control the situation. She tried hard at obedience, breathing in and out. Fortunately, her reward was quick to follow.

Bette was fast and agile with her fingers, slipping them inside of Tina before the act could be requested.

“Yes …” Tina moaned, falling weak with the touch. Bette supported her there, pleasing her, and for once she felt that she was giving in to something. She could feel the command Bette had over her – that if those fingers stopped, a gentle request was foreseeable. Pleading would be hard, but maybe a request wasn’t so terrible. With shaky knees, Tina surprised herself with the weakness she felt, leaning back in Bette’s arms.

All too soon, the touch had ceased, and Tina found herself guided into the living room. “No … Maybe … Bette, I just … Maybe you could keep touching me …?”

Bette smiled at her success, walking with Tina over to the couch. Helping her onto her back before clicking on the TV – her attention remaining on the squirming form lying on the cushions.

Some drama show played in the background while Bette and Tina kept their eyes locked.

“What’re … you doing?” Tina asked, trying desperately not to stutter. She was still working at maintaining some control of herself despite the weakness sinking into her.

“You’ll see,” Bette breathed, sitting in the small space afforded to her. “Just don’t move.”

Tina remained completely quiet as the TV show played out, focusing her attention on Bette, realizing just how exposed she was. She was shocked to feel a certain enjoyment out of it. Bette could touch her at any moment. Very slowly, Tina inched her ankles apart to entice her true submissive closer.