“You show me you’re submissive, because I don’t see it,” Simone smirked, the violet wand off, but wavering in front of Bette’s beautiful wife.

With all the confidence Tina hadn’t even imagined having in that house, she tilted up her head and spoke with distinction: “I don’t have to show you. I show my wife every night.”

Simone had to admit the woman had a sassiness to her that Bette surely found appealing. She was brave and daring, and those were admirable characteristics in a partner. A submissive though? She had to wonder how that part of their lives might be. Tina’s eyes pierced into hers, and Simone immediately gained a new level of respect for her. She wouldn’t say it, but she felt it, getting up to her feet again.

“Very well, then.” She turned back to her own beautiful woman before casting a mischievous smile over her shoulder. “Golden shower, anyone?”

Tina got to her feet, and pulled Bette to hers as well, sauntering up to Simone just like the woman had done with her. “I would let you do anything to me under the sun, if Bette wanted it.” She was proving that her submission was a different kind, but present just the same. “And you know you wanna put me in my place … and I know I would suffer.”

Bette stepped in behind Tina, just in case her wife pushed a little too far. Yet all the while, a little smile tugged at the corners of Bette’s lips. Daring indeed!

Tina continued on: “But the thing is … that I trust Bette with my life. And only Bette.”

Simone nodded in approval. “Touché, Mrs. Porter.”

Bette was surprised in the name given. No more was Tina a what, but a who. 

“I was told that you were submissive … I responded to that …” Simone explained, circling Brandi leisurely, spanking her once. Hard. “My mistake …”

Tina felt disappointed in that moment – she would never act submissively toward another person, would she? It just wasn’t in her nature. But she felt she needed to explain it to this woman, but she couldn’t do it any justice with words. So what could she do?

“We’ve just watched … observed you.” Tina cleared her throat, and tossed Bette a look that warned her of something to come. “And … if Bette thinks it’s okay …”