You’re not sure if your refusal to lift your legs without a kiss is why she hesitates at your stockings—but when she instead stands a moment later without making an attempt to pull them down, you’re pretty sure that no, she just likes it when you wear stockings.
Similarly, when she tries to take your shirt off, you grab on to the cuffs of your shirt and hold on tightly. She pouts up at you, but you can see the arousal shining in her eyes, the way her breaths are coming slightly shorter. You can feel the lust condensing on her skin each time she gets it wrong and you refuse to let her take your shirt off. She tries a variety of things, kissing first your mouth, then your neck, then your stomach.
When she’s back to your feet, you have to shift. You enjoy her trying to figure it out, but your rules are arbitrary, and she has nothing to go on. It could take a while at this rate, and that lust can easily turn to frustration. “You’ve used up all your kisses,” you murmur. “Try something else, Madison.”
She looks up at you, a frown knitted on her face. “Please let me take it off,” she whispers.
You’d intended to let her finish taking your shirt off once she crawled behind you. That was it—a fairly simple condition, one she could have figured out without very many problems if she’d kept going. It amuses you to make her figure it out, but you’re not cruel enough to make it hard for her to figure it out.
But if there’s one sight you find it impossible to resist, it’s Madison kneeling in front of you and begging.
The shirt slips easily off your wrists, and Madison allows herself a relieved sigh. “That was a mean game,” she says, pouting up at you.
“It was,” you acknowledge. You place your hand on her head for a moment, gently petting her, before you reach down and pull up on her shoulder. She hasn’t finished folding your skirt yet, but she just lifts it with her as she rises. “Thank you for going along with it.” You turn her so you can see her pout and give her a quick kiss.
She melts against you, all her stubbornness melting away at the first sign of affection from you. Her mouth parts easily, allowing you to slide your tongue in as you roughly take your skirt from her and throw it towards your dresser. You can deal with that tomorrow. After a moment, you pull away, leaving her red-faced and licking her lips.
“Come on, Madison,” you say gently. “You’ve been a good girl lately. It’s time for your reward.”
It’s almost eleven by the time you and Madison are finished. You really have denied her for too long, if she was able to go for three hours with barely ten minute breaks in between. You’ll have to make sure to invite her over more regularly.
You’re tired, and kind of sore, especially between your legs. You’re pretty sure Madison was the one who came off the worst in that deal, though; with how much you were kissing and sucking at her, you wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up tomorrow to find half her body bruised.
You have to stifle a yawn. Madison, curled nude half upon you, shifts restlessly at the moment, moaning in her sleep as she reaches back with the arm not curled beneath you to pull the blankets up higher over the both of you.
You settle in beside her, nudging her just enough to get her head to fall over onto your shoulder. A contented smile spreads over your face as you feel her hot breaths against your neck.
The last thing you register whirling through your mind as you fall asleep next to your Madison are your plans for tomorrow.
[Pick three of the following options. Please note that one Victoria option must be chosen. Please also note that after today, Taylor is too tired to do anything outside of the house aside from visiting Victoria, and as such, all votes represent things Taylor may do at home.]
[] Victoria has been acting a bit more distant than usual lately, not that you really have a good baseline for that. Now, finally, she’s sent you a message—and not one you’ve been looking forward to. It’s time, apparently, to speak about your relationship with her, and what she is going to do about her boyfriend. But how are you going to approach this conversation?
— [] Taylor will go the simple route, and just encourage Victoria to break up with her boyfriend. Victoria does genuinely like her boyfriend, however. Permanently ending their relationship will leave Victoria unhappy for some time to come. Taylor will not mind half as much, though; she does not like to share.
— [] Taylor will go the self-indulgent route, and encourage Victoria to continue their arrangement as it is—Victoria will continue to see her boyfriend, and will continue to sleep with Taylor without her boyfriend knowing. Taylor will obviously be pleased at this outcome, as she quite enjoys indulging in her adultery fetish. Victoria’s self-image will degrade somewhat, as she is forced to acknowledge that she may not be a very good person, but being able to see both Taylor and Dean will encourage her to grow happier over time.
— [] Taylor will indulge Victoria, and agree to meet with Victoria and Dean to discuss initiating a polygamous relationship, in which Victoria will be free to see the both of them with full consent from both of them. Victoria will be very, very happy about being able to do this, and this will be reflected in both relationships, but being forced to share one of her girls will make Taylor quite unhappy and will stress her out a fair amount.
[] Madison isn’t leaving until nearly one tomorrow—not until it’s nearly time for you to meet up with Victoria. This leaves you with plenty of time to enjoy your remaining time with her; lots of cuddle time, maybe a few kisses, probably not anything more (she’s going to be too sore for that). Maybe you can even finally have that talk about her mother without your libido getting in the way.
— Success chance: Cannot be failed.
— General results: Taylor and Madison will continue to be themselves in the morning. There will be kissing. There will be cuddling. There might be breakfast in bed, and soft declarations of adoration while Madison is dressed in clothes several sizes too big for her. Taylor may even wonder why her heart is having strange palpitations while Madison feeds her strawberries and yoghurt in bed. Note: This scene will happen regardless, but will only be depicted on-screen if this option is chosen. If chosen, also grants progress towards the next point of Submission for Madison.
[] Emma is still not in a good place. You’ve been helping somewhat, but you need to keep it up if you want to keep her mood buoyed up and help her to finally feel happy again. It’s been a few days since the last time she was over—maybe you could invite her over and spend some time with her today? Not a sleepover or anything, but… something. Dinner, maybe. At home. With Dad. Actually, maybe not.
— Success chance: 70%
— General results: Emma will come over to Taylor’s house, where the two will just hang around and do whatever comes to mind (for once, not anything sexual!). Spending time in Taylor’s presence, and within range of her power, will encourage Emma’s depression to abate somewhat.
— On a success: After a successful therapy session, Emma will be feeling unguarded enough to let it slip to Taylor that she’s in therapy. Having a sign— a solid, affirming sign that Emma is really trying— will help Taylor’s currently-buried trust issues with Emma fade some small amount.
[] After… everything today, you’re not really up for all that much. You can feel a headache forming, which isn’t a good sign for the holidays ahead. It won’t ruin anything if you don’t deal with it, but it’s sure not going to make things more pleasant. Maybe you can just set everything aside and head to bed early for once. Catch up on some rest, curl beneath your warm blankets, and revel in the lingering smell of Madison on your pillows. Relax.
— Success chance: Cannot be fialed.
— General results: Taylor’s building stress levels will abate somewhat. Is also a largely blank scene, potentially allowing the next update to come out quicker, at the cost of… having a shorter update.[/I]
2.15
> Success chance: 70%
> Necessary roll: 30. Rolled: 52. Success.
Spoiler: Wining Votes
[] Victoria has been acting a bit more distant than usual lately, not that you really have a good baseline for that. Now, finally, she’s sent you a message—and not one you’ve been looking forward to. It’s time, apparently, to speak about your relationship with her, and what she is going to do about her boyfriend. But how are you going to approach this conversation?
— [] Taylor will indulge Victoria, and agree to meet with Victoria and Dean to discuss initiating a polygamous relationship, in which Victoria will be free to see the both of them with full consent from both of them. Victoria will be very, very happy about being able to do this, and this will be reflected in both relationships, but being forced to share one of her girls will make Taylor quite unhappy and will stress her out a fair amount.
[] Madison isn’t leaving until nearly one tomorrow—not until it’s nearly time for you to meet up with Victoria. This leaves you with plenty of time to enjoy your remaining time with her; lots of cuddle time, maybe a few kisses, probably not anything more (she’s going to be too sore for that). Maybe you can even finally have that talk about her mother without your libido getting in the way.
[] Emma is still not in a good place. You’ve been helping somewhat, but you need to keep it up if you want to keep her mood buoyed up and help her to finally feel happy again. It’s been a few days since the last time she was over—maybe you could invite her over and spend some time with her today? Not a sleepover or anything, but… something. Dinner, maybe. At home. With Dad. Actually, maybe not. Waking up is a warm and surprisingly soft experience. Your mind struggles to make sense of it for a moment, until you grope around a little and you feel your fingers slip over Madison’s bellybutton. Then you remember, and the memories bring with them a sleepy smile. Barely conscious of the act, you snuggle closer to her, tightening your arms around her and pulling her back against you.
“Oh!” Madison sounds surprised, but happy. Not tired in the least. “Good morning, Taylor.” You blearily open your eyes as you feel the bed shifting, watching Madison squirm as she tries to turn around in your arms to give you a good morning kiss. You return it, although you keep your mouth closed so she doesn’t have to deal with your morning breath.
“What’s the time?” you ask, voice croaking with sleep.
She smiles cutely at you, pecking your lips again. “It’s a little after five,” she tells you, then gives you another little kiss before snuggling back against you.
You roll over a little, pulling Madison as you go until she’s lying half on top of you. “No,” you mumble at her, pouting slightly. “Too early. Sleep more.” You punctuate your words by pulling her up so her chin can rest comfortably on your shoulder.
She’s warm against you. Soft, and warm, and cute, and cuddly. Like your very own little teddy bear.
The last thing you feel as you fall back asleep is Madison’s lips, curling up in a smile.
Madison is still curled up on top of you the next time you wake up. Her eyes are closed, and her chest is rising and falling rhythmically with her sleeping breaths. It’s surprisingly comfortable, actually. Sure, her elbow is digging in your side a little, but her hand is wrapped loosely around your wrist, and she’s resting peacefully within the arm you have curled around her. And she’s so soft. You don’t want to disturb her, so you just lay there for the next half hour or so, idly petting her as she sleeps.
Unfortunately, as time goes on, your ribs start to ache more and more. Madison’s elbow is resting uncomfortably between two of the ribs in your ribcage, and while it wasn’t bad at first, it’s starting to ache every time you breathe in.
You kind of shimmy a little, trying to free your left arm from where it’s trapped beneath her, but give that up as a lost cause when you realize your hand is well and truly trapped beneath her hip. Cautiously, you raise your other hand instead, hoping against hope that she won’t wake up as you try to bend her arm as little as possible and get her elbow out of your ribs, but your hopes are dashed when you tug on her wrist just hard enough to pull her arm a little and her elbow digs harder into your ribs. The hiss you let out at that is hard enough to cause Madison to stir, opening her eyes blearily.
“Taylor?” she asks groggily. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” you murmur. Now that she’s somewhat awake, you feel a little more justified in tugging her arm up and away. “Go back to sleep, Madison.” You crane your neck so you can press a kiss to her forehead.
She yawns. “What time is it?” she asks sleepily.
You glance over at your alarm clock. “It’s quarter past seven,” you reply softly.
This time, when she opens her mouth to respond again, her jaw seems to almost crack in half with the force of her yawn. “N-no,” she protests drowsily, but her head is already settling back onto your neck. “I’ll m-make some breakfast soon,” she mumbles against your collarbone. “Just gonna, ah, give me five minutes…” By the end, she’s slurring her words. You’re not sure if she’s even awake any more.
Either way, her elbow isn’t digging into your side any more, so you allow yourself to settle back into your bed, patting her as she makes incomprehensible noises before finally settling back down, asleep once again.
Before you can truly relax, however, your phone buzzes atop the bedside table beside your bed. You shift around a little, just managing to reach over far enough to pick it up without dislodging Madison from atop you. The cause of the buzzing reveals itself quickly; it’s a series of texts from Victoria.
Book club is cancelled for today. I have family commitments. See you at the library afterwards?
