— Chances of success: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Emma will come over and help Taylor plan out her new room, alleviating some minor stress on Taylor’s part. The combination of being included in Taylor’s plans, including having her preferences taken into account, and being close enough for Taylor to use her power on her, will result in Emma’s depression lessening slightly. Knowing what she needs will make building Taylor’s room up substantially easier.
2.13
Spoiler: Winning Votes
[] Madison has, as always, been a good girl. A very good girl, lately. You’ve already rewarded her for being such a good little sub with her choker, but there’s something else you want to do for her; now that you’ve successfully used her in a seduction attempt, you want to take her out to a restaurant over the weekend. She needs to know that she’s still valued outside her sexual status with you.
[] Charlotte and Aisha have both agreed to sit at your table now—sure, Aisha still thinks she’s only here temporarily, but give it a couple of weeks and she’ll forget she ever wanted to sit anywhere else. That’s only step one, though. If you want to keep in contact with them during the holidays—and you do—you’re going to need to get their phone numbers. And the easiest way to do that is to set up a communal thing—get everyone at the table to share their phone numbers.
[] The situation with Sophia has settled into a stable holding pattern, but while you might have been satisfied with that two months ago, there’s no way in hell you’d be satisfied with it now. She’s coming over to your house every Friday, but she hasn’t even taken her bra off for you yet, and she still doesn’t sit with you at lunch. You want to push her out of that stable holding pattern… and the best way you can think of to do that is to invite her on a date during the holidays. You don’t know when yet—but you’re going to get her to agree.
[] You had Emma over on Monday, and it wasn’t—it wasn’t—terrible. She definitely seemed happier by the end, at least, and isn’t that what’s most important? Regardless, though—you do want her to come over for a reason. You’re no interior designer, and you have a room you need to try and plan out. Emma’s always the one who was good at that kind of thing, and you think it will make her happy if you include her here. Thursday finds you bright and cheery after yesterday’s fantastic news, even by the time you walk into school. You have to shove your hands into your pockets to stop them from trembling in anticipation as you walk to your locker to deliver the news about your new bedroom to Madison.
It’s a silly thing to get so excited about. You know that. Most girls your age would be happy that they could get a bigger bedroom, but not this happy. You’re not most girls, though. In your opinion, it’s one of the best things that could have happened to you.
It’s a space of your very own—a space away from Dad’s intrusions, away from the worries of the outside world. A space that you own, that you control, that you can arrange to your liking and do what you want in. There are still realities that go against that—you can’t do anything too loud in there, for instance, because even if Dad doesn’t mind, you could still wake up the neighbours—but it’s not something you’ve had before. At least, not to this extent.
Madison is, as always, standing by your locker. Today, she looks up as you approach, the slapping sound of your feet on the school’s concrete floor apparently loud enough to alert you. She smiles and pushes herself off your locker to hurry toward you, eagerly throwing her arms around you.
You can’t help but chuckle and return the embrace. “You seem happy this morning,” you note, then press a quick kiss to her neck. Nobody else is around in the halls yet, so it’s safe to do that kind of thing. Quickly, while you have the chance, you press another kiss to her neck, lightly nipping her as you go.
She leans into you, tilting her head slightly to give you better access to her. “Ah…” She breathes lightly out, her body twitching slightly against yours. “Yeah, um. D-Dad told me that I could work in his restaurant over the holidays if I wanted, and now you’re here, s-so I’m happy.”
“Oh?” You quickly look around the hall, making sure that nobody else is around just yet—the benefits of it being so close to school holidays; most of the students at Winslow have unofficially taken the week off already—before you reach up and tilt her head backwards so you can gently suck at the front of her throat for a moment, right above her choker’s tag. It’s a little bit difficult, considering the angle and the height difference, but you manage. After a few long moments, you stop, satisfied that a small bruise will form there later. Madison’s breaths are coming slightly heavier. You move your hand back down to her hip, tapping it lightly. “Are you saving for something, Madison?”
“I, ah.” You move your head back, which she understands as permission to lower her head back down, then press another kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I wanted to save for, um. S-so you could choose more clothes for me to wear.” She hesitates for a moment, searching your face. “It’s really nice to wear these clothes for you. I-I wanted to have more so I could, um, have enough to wear all the time.”
You hum appreciatively. “I’d like to see you wearing clothes I choose all the time,” you muse. “But I don’t like you spending your money on it.”
Madison nods, then steps closer and tucks herself in her usual position against your neck. You gently push her back to your locker. Once she’s resting securely against it, she tightens her arms around you and speaks. “I don’t mind,” she murmurs. “I’d only spend it on something silly anyway. I’d prefer to spend it on something for you.”
Closing your eyes, you scrunch your nose and try to avoid letting out a sigh. “I want you to spend it on silly things for yourself,” you gently chide her. “It’s okay. You’re my sub, but you’re allowed to do things that don’t involve me.”
She pouts against your neck, the movement tickling your skin. “I don’t want to,” she mutters childishly. You pinch her hip reprovingly, and she shifts against you, pouting again. “Sorry,” she apologizes softly. “But I really do want to do this. It—“ She hesitates for a moment. Eventually, she mumbles, “It makes me feel good. A-And not just in a sexy way, but in a sexy way too. It, it reminds me of you. Makes me feel like you’re there all the time, telling me what to do all the time. It’s… relaxing.” She nods firmly, still tucked away against your shoulder.
Relaxing. Huh. You’re still resistant to the idea, but the idea of Madison wearing those clothes isn’t only doing it for her. Damn it. And you really, really like the idea of Madison feeling like you’re commanding her all the time, even if it’s by a method as simple as telling her to wear clothing you choose for her. “… Fine,” you grumble eventually. She begins to smile, but before she can celebrate too much, you continue. “But. You can only spend half of the money you make on this. You have to keep at least half of what you earn for your own hobbies, okay? Buy some books, or CD’s, or some material to practice making clothes with or something. And I’ll pay for half of whatever the clothes cost.”
She still nods eagerly. “Okay!”
You continue to hold her for a few minutes, frowning where she can’t see it. That’s—not alarming, but it’s a little concerning. You don’t want her becoming overly fixated on you. It won’t be healthy for her, and it won’t be healthy for your relationship with her.
A thought suddenly strikes you, and you can’t help but smirk. Maybe you could order her to have some hobbies outside of you. Now that would be a mess. Would she actually focus on some hobbies, or would she just come to fetishize whatever hobbies she came up with?
Either way, it’s a problem for later. You’ll have to think about it. That and why you never seem to see Madison’s other friends around.
You smooth out your face before stepping back out of the hug, sliding your hand up until you can take her hand and tug her off towards the classroom. She stumbles a little for the first few steps, taken off-guard, but you don’t slow down, and she’s soon hurrying to catch up.
As you walk, you consider something. “Hey Madison,” you say, waiting for her to hum and acknowledge you before you continue. “Speaking of money, do you remember the deal we made last Wednesday? About the temperature play?”
You turn your head back just in time to see her blinking at you. “Yes?” she asks uncertainly. “Do you not want to do that any more?”
You shrug. “If you’d like, we can still do it,” you reply. “But I was thinking about it yesterday, and—you’ve been a good girl recently, haven’t you?”
“I’m always a good girl.” She preens a little, until you slow down so you can reach back and pinch her hip again, at which point she pouts at you.
“Except when you try to spend all your money on me,” you admonish her. She flushes, ducking her head. That’s not quite accurate, and both of you know it, but the principle is sound. “But yes, you have been a good girl recently. I was thinking that I might take you out for a date over the holidays. Maybe over the weekend, or on Monday?”
She nods eagerly, bringing her other hand up to cup yours as she hurries alongside you. “Of course!” she says energetically. “Where do you want to take me?”
“I was thinking we’d go out for dinner,” you reply. “There’s a really nice Italian restaurant I know of. We could go there, and maybe you could come back to my place and spend the night afterwards?”
She blushes, but nods again, just as eagerly as before. “That sounds great,” she says happily. “Um, would you like me to wear anything in particular?”
You’re about to reply in the negative when you glance at her again, seeing the deep blush on her face. You tug her closer to you as you walk, leaning in. “You should wear a nice dress to dinner,” you instruct her. “And tie your hair back so I can see your pretty neck.” She nods eagerly, blushing an even darker red. It’s such a delicious colour, you can’t help but push her a little further. “Bring your summer pajamas, too, but don’t bother bringing any underwear. You won’t be needing it.” At that, Madison actually lets out a small moan, pressing herself up against your arm as the two of you walk.
The two of you arrive at the classroom to find yourselves alone. Charlotte isn’t sitting there. You frown. Hopefully, she’s just running late, or had something else to do—it’ll make it hard to get her number if she isn’t here. Madison waits patiently as you sit down against the wall, only moving to sit down in your lap once you’re sitting down properly.
You move your hand up to her hair and begin running your hands through it. She mewls happily as you do, snuggling back into you. Your other hand wraps itself tight around her waist, pulling her until she’s pressed up against you.
“So,” you say to her as you idly straighten her hair out, “I have some good news.”
“Oh?” She almost turns her head to look at you, but catches herself and stays sill, her head bowed submissively to your hand.
You hum, enjoying the feeling of her hair around your fingers. Her hair is nice and smooth. “I’m getting a new bedroom,” you inform her. “Kind of. I was talking to Dad, and he said I could move into the basement if I wanted. And no jokes about living in my parents’ basement,” you say sternly, tapping your finger against her neck. “It’s a nice basement. Dad used to use it for storage. He’s going to put in some windows and fix the stairs.”
Madison nods—as well as she can nod with your hand all tangled in her hair. At this point, you’ve given up all pretense of straightening it; you’re just idly running your hands through her hair as you will. “I’m glad you’re happy about it,” she says diplomatically.
You smile a little. “It’s bigger than my bedroom,” you explain. “A lot bigger.”
She makes a pleased noise, although you’re not sure if it’s because you’re rubbing her stomach or because of the news you’re giving her. “That sounds nice,” she agrees. “Your bed is a little bit small.”
Madison’s bed is certainly a lot bigger than yours. “I’ll be able to put in a new bed,” you say dreamily. “And get a bigger desk. Maybe some more bookcases. Who knows.”
You can’t see her face from here, but you think she’s smiling. “I’m glad,” she replies.
You’re about to expound, but before you can, the loud sound of Winslow’s bell echoes through the halls. Letting out a great sigh, you reluctantly push Madison’s back slightly until she stands, allowing you to climb to your feet.
Classes continue apace. You’re nearly finished your business textbooks by now—you make a mental note to remember to take them back to the library sometime during the holidays so you don’t accumulate any late fees—but you still have enough in there to read to give you something to do for the next couple of days. And besides, even if they didn’t, you could just reread some of the earlier segments.
First period is, as usual, very nice; Madison snuggles against your side as she does her schoolwork, occasionally leaning in and whispering to you, inquiring about a particular topic. You make sure to squeeze her thigh every time she does, a small gesture of affection to reward her for asking.
