Bette helped her to the bathroom, turning on the shower and then facing her partner once again.

Tina grinned as they finally arrived – Bette with her hand still around Tina’s arm, assisting her. “I don’t think this is necessary. It’s only my wrists that are tied.”

“As you wish,” Bette smirked, slipping out of the bathroom and back toward the bedroom – her teeth already brushed and her face washed. She stood in the doorway, staring at Tina who just then realized that her toothbrush was missing. And was the shower on? Both toothbrushes were gone. Her look was one of true confusion.

Watching her scheme unfold, Bette had to fight back laughter threatening to surface. Tina – in that adorable flannel button-up shirt and thin white, cotton pants – realizing just what was happening.

Impatient to see the reaction on her lover’s face, Bette chimed in from her small distance. “Maybe you should uh … check in the shower.”

There her toothbrush was – on one of the small shelves in the corner of the shower.

After finding it too difficult to move the shower doors with her hands tied, Tina realized exactly what Bette had wanted. She knew Tina would insist she could do it on her own. She knew Tina wouldn’t put up much of a fight. Bette had step one all figured out – know your submissive. Tina chuckled to herself at the execution of Bette’s idea, stepping out of her pants and trying desperately to undo her top, but to no avail. In she went into the shower, flannel shirt on. She noted her own thanks to Bette for putting in a shower mat early, to keep her from slipping, and finally reached her brush, holding it in her mouth to step out of the shower. Face-to-face with her lover’s knowing grin.

“My help was unnecessary,” Bette shrugged, adoring Tina’s arched brow and defeated posture. She was certainly very wet and cold. “Maybe you’ll allow me to help you now …?”

Pulling the toothbrush from her mouth with hands still bound together, Tina replied in a tone humorously flat: “Be my guest.”

Having her wrists untied to remove her soaking shirt, Tina had brushed her teeth while Bette dried her off with a towel. She was interested to see just what Bette would do next as she was guided back onto their bed. She sat, looking up at Bette expectantly.