Aftercare Equality by CallMePo/Creemfild.
The saying “time flies when you’re having fun” definitely applied to the two of them, a good hour or so of their day missing in the aftermath of play as they both came down from their respective highs and the clean-up began.
After she had greedily and hungrily lapped up her “treat,” things got a bit hazy for Kuvira and Bolin as fellatio gave way to further carnal pleasures. Her plastic “tail” had been swiftly and pleasurably removed with a tug, and a rather loud moan on her part, and her master had taken her like the dog she had become. Now, both coming out of dom and subspace respectively, they reflected on the evening of ecstacy and fantasy, personalities returning and the charade of everyday life looming with the coming morn’.
For tonight, however, life could keep for a few more hours. Walls needn’t be brought back up just yet.
He was in the process of attending to the unsightly scuffs on her knees, gained from the uncomfortably scratching carpet in her office that the two of them joked about replacing once the scene had ended in a round of uncharacteristic laughter for their now discarded personas. In the aftermath, toys had been set aside on the desk next to her, his jacket draped across her shoulders as he went to work taking care of her aches and pains, treating her as though she were a princess. Looking down at him in a reversal of their previous positions, the cold wood of her desk sending gooseflesh prickling across her bare ass as he tended to her, Kuvira felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude fill her from deep within her chest and spreading outward.Â
Bolin had been so flustered when she first approached him with this secret desire of hers, this fetish many regarded as perverse and undignified, unbecoming of a person of her station and power. It was something strange, something difficult to broach to another person, something that required a level of trust that was hard-earned and even harder kept once revealed. Yet, she knew him, the honest emotional young man that he was, and she knew that she could trust him with something she felt even Junior, the man she once thought she loved, would be repulsed at discovering.
And her risk had been rewarded, rewarded with a kind, loving, considerate dominant that many sexual submissives such as herself could only dream of finding.
A rare gem, a diamond in the rough.
With a startled yelp, Bolin found himself snatched abruptly by the head and pulled into two globes of soft, warm, yet sweaty, flesh. An eyeful of Kuvira’s modest bosom, the young earthbender looked up into the piercing gaze of the Great Uniter, now soft with unmistakable gratitude.
More than most people, Kuvira knew that aftercare was often a two way street. A session could be, and often was, just as hard on a dominant as it was on a submissive. Having to maintain that air of composure, of false cruelty, of a commanding presence, all the while taking care to not seriously harm their charge, to not let themselves be overwhelmed by the role, to listen and observe her little signals and signs and watch for any hint of trouble or distress… It was a taxing process, especially for someone new to the scene like Bolin.
She felt so happy, so lucky to have found him, that in a moment of overwhelming elation, Kuvira couldn’t hep but express her gratitude in the best way she knew how.
She loved hugs. Despite the cold, off-putting composure she projected in her positon as a commander and leader, she loved the embrace of another, to hold and comfort them and feel comforted by them. The warmth and closeness of another human being, it was something she cherished with every fiber of her being. She had included it in her specified list of things she desired be addressed in aftercare when they’d hashed out their rules for play- she could still remember the awkwardness of that day, the pair of them fidgeting like highschoolers on a first date.
So she pulled him into her embrace, holding his head tightly and cradling him to her sweaty chest as she stroked his head. “Thank you, Bo’,” she said sincerely as she held him close, voice quivering with joy near the verge of tears. “Thank you so much. You did good, I knew I made the right choice in asking you for this. You’re the best.”
Bolin couldn’t help but feel some strange sense of nostalgia at this embrace, as though being held by her like this awakened some deeply rooted memory of touch within his mind. Still somewhat dumbstruck by her sudden gesture, face pressed into her heaving cleavage, Bolin felt Kuvira plant a kiss on his forehead, and couldn’t help but smile.
As weird as things had been, it was a great night.
And somewhere deep down, he couldn’t wait to indulge in her fantasies again.
And there you have it, folks, the end of the Bovira Pet Play Saga! Again, huge thanks to CallMePo for his amazing artwork making this random but fun idea come to life in such a spectacular way. This was a blast to dream up, and I’m glad I managed to find some way of writing the quick blurbs to go along with such incredible artwork. Hopefully, I can actually write out the fanfic I’ve been meaning to make for this story that’ll include these short pieces in it someday, but for now, I’m just glad everything’s turned out as well as it has.
Be sure to check out Po’s various blogs, they’re filled with more awesome art like this. I’d highly recommend his work to anyone looking to commission high quality art, NSFW or otherwise. I know I’m going to commission more stuff from him in the future (lol XP).
