you can take your double standard love & keep it

There was no denying that statement, the more surprises she unveiled, her excitement showed no signs of waning soon. Picking a favorite was a futile endeavor, matching that of the candy fest in the kitchen. Thanks to the Archduchess’ revelation of sorts, Sasha now had a choice in mind as she glanced at the hot leather number. “I guess that settles which outfit will be going first.” Sasha declared with a smile, adoring the warmth and comfort that came from her Mistress’ touch. “Yes it is,” she held up the glittery green costume once more before finally setting back into its box on the bed. Her attention now elsewhere, Sasha moved onto the bed, curling her legs beneath her as she leaned forward on cue. “Indeed,” she breathed her pulse picking up as Viktoria drew closer. Balancing on her hands, she was prepared to demonstrate the aforementioned killer kisses.

Brow crinkling at the need for a pause, the redhead sat back on her heels, watching the older woman leave. Sasha’s concern melted away at the sight of the box upon Viktoria’s return to her room. Her room, she took a moment to let that thought sink in. Sasha removed the phone from the box, turning it on. Very similar to the one she had pre-isle life, minus the restrictions of course. “I don’t know how many times I can say thank you,” Sasha beamed.

At the mention of her parents, she was excited to be able to speak with them in the near future. Now that it had become an option, she definitely planned on making a call to them in honor of her birthday. “I’m glad that they no longer have to worry about my whereabouts.” The isle’s red tape aside, Sasha was grateful for Viktoria’s initiative once she encountered her on the isle. Her parents may never know the truth, but at least they knew that she was alive and well, taking time off school. 

“Oh, don’t,” Viktoria protested gently at first.  She shielded her face playfully with her hand. “Sasha…ah..” but her smile invited more games. And why shouldn’t they have memories together? “Selfie?” she asked, the term clearly new with how she uttered the word. The older woman figured out what it was quickly enough. Scooting back next to Sasha she posed with pleasant expressions and returned the kiss to her cheek, so they would have matching pictures in that pose. “You’ll text those ones to me?” she asked. “No..not bad..” Miss V never thought her time with the redhead wasted in all their years together. It didn’t matter if she were sneaking into her office for a hug and a kiss or if they were spending a few weeks jetting off together somewhere. Every moment mattered.

TXT: Good luck figuring out who that is, Vicky. Meanwhile I’ll just enjoy the fruits of my conquest.

TXT: That’s a shame they would have enjoyed lessons with yours truly, I’m an expert.

[TXT] I have more than an idea. It’s less about ‘who’ and instead ‘how’. 

[TXT] An expert by your own estimation does not an expert make.

[TXT] “Date” puts a proper bow on a less than proper evening.

Sasha fell silent, knowing if she only attempted answering that question she may say the wrong thing. Beginning to hate that word guarantee, Sasha rolled her eyes, then immediately regretted the action. “Nothing, Miss V.” She answered. In truth, what the sub could guarantee is that she was not going to like this punishment, whatever it may be.

Hazel eyes followed Viktoria’s movements, at least when she was in range. Sasha dared not move to see what she was doing behind her, even as her curiosity mounted. As the older woman approached, Sasha’s gaze strayed from the collar set she had in the crook of her arm, to the wand, strap-on harness, love egg, and the other items she had laid out before being busted. Sasha’s breathing changed, chest quickly rising and falling with each heavy breath. At first the redhead questioned whether Viktoria would put them back, but the look in her Mistresses’ hazel eyes told another tale. Were they going to use her selection? The sub swallowed thickly at the prospect. While she may appear distracted, Sasha listened carefully to her punishment of sorts. Her hands raised when required as Miss V rid her body of her sleepwear. An incredulous expression soon followed Viktoria’s words. “Mig– ” Sasha cut her complaint short, clearing her throat and changing her tune before she made matters worse. “Yes Miss V, I understand.”

“Unzip me,” Miss V said the words as she turned. Seeing Sasha in the collar and clamps had her all the more impatient. Her hair was done up tightly in a bun, out of the way already.

Her smile at the question stayed hidden. Because, yes, of course she planned on watching. “You’ll only touch yourself if I am present,” she spoke lowly. Then she changed the subject. “How long has it been?” the royal woman was so good a letting a question hang in the air. It wasn’t intended to be ominous, though it may have come off that way.

“How long has it been…” she continued as she stepped out of her dress and waited for Sasha to be the one to pick it up from the floor.

Miss V moved back to the toys set out. As she bent she could feel the two plugs she was wearing adjust inside her and she gave a sigh. They had been an attempt to satisfy herself after her morning shower. They weren’t enough.

Soft sighs of pleasure escaped her lips as fingers worked to pick up where the dream left off. Slipping her panties off her hips, she pushed them down and off her body completely, allowing her hand better access to her folds. The more she toyed with her clit the slicker she got, arousal beginning to coat her fingers, and inner thighs. Pushing a third finger in to join the two already pumping, she rocked onto her hand, but the fullness wasn’t enough. A frustrated huff left the redhead as she pulled her fingers out, then flipped onto her back. Staring at the ceiling she weighed her options at this point. Moments later with her decision made, Sasha got out of bed. Hastily the sub checked the suite, ensuring that Viktoria was truly out as she suspected. From there, into the older woman’s closet she went, her path mapped to the side of forbidden desires, as she liked to call it.

What had started off with her sneaking into the closet for a wand resulted in Sasha exploring the collection. Wrapped up in her mission, the sub was unaware of Viktoria’s presence until she spoke. Startled, Sasha dropped the leather collar with nipple clamps she was examining. It fell to the floor joining the other toys she had taken out for no other reason but curiosity and a few for going down memory lane sake. Turning to look over her shoulder, brow briefly crinkling at the other’s mood, which Sasha gathered was off by Viktoria’s tone. Sasha hoped that her disobeying wasn’t solely responsible for it.

“No excuse,” Miss V repeated with that same swift tone. Sasha looked so beautiful and disheveled. She noticed that first. Oh she loved that face when she was caught in a corner. But even then, Sasha never looked truly innocent. Truthfully, she was glad the girl wasn’t dressed yet. Truthfully, she wanted her to recount every second of the dream she mentioned in intimate detail. 

It was easy to tell by the way the younger woman moved that she was in similar predicament to her Mistress. Something about the way she stood and the slight whine to her voice had Viktoria clued in instantly. “Am I to believe you’d say this..” she gestured between them. “Is my fault?” Her gaze was cold but her controlled would-have-been heavy breaths spoke of something that had been long brewing just beneath the surface.

Viktoria’s laugh was both soft and bitter when Sasha kept on in her not-quite-apologies. She shook her head. “Is that so? What else can you guarantee?” she scoffed lightly.

Like a vision, she saw a sad but familiar form moving towards her. It was dark and Miss V did wonder if she was dreaming or something. But they got close enough that she could see the moonlight glinting off of that lovely tanned skin and then, soon enough, the horribly sad look on her face. “Mirela... -- are you alone?”  

The Mistress didn’t see a “date” with her, and she knew they both knew the rules. It wasn’t unlike Mirela to runaway from company she’d rather be without. Viktoria could only hope she wouldn’t run from her now after everything in days prior.

At the direction she hopped off the bed, eager to see what she would find. Opening draw by draw inside were pink and white wrapped boxes. “Sneaky.” Picking it up, she was about to shake it when she remembered what the first box she opened held. Returning to the bed so that she could share the moment with Viktoria, Sasha had the biggest smile on her face. Setting it down there, she unwrapped and opened the gift box, peeling back the tissue to reveal the contents. The first one that caught her attention was the nude corset set. Her breath caught as she brushed her fingertips over the fabric. It felt absolutely luxurious. “This is heaven,” she brought it up to her body, briefly before the set below caught her attention. A black leather jumpsuit that left nearly little to the imagination thanks to it’s low cut front, and high cut everything else. “I’ll definitely have to pour myself into this one,” Sasha mused a smirk on her lips, already excited by the prospect of wearing it.  

She watched her open the drawers and pull out each box. “I still got a few tricks up my sleeve.”  Viktoria reached out where she was turned toward Sasha and rubbed the hip the girl at more of her weight planted on. When her hand wasn’t moving it simply rested against her. “I can’t pick a favorite, really,” she said once they were all open. “Though I’m sure each will get its due. You’ll look exquisite in all of them.” That was the idea. Obviously. “I haven’t seen you — or any girl in leather in quite some time.” A more subtle love of the Archduchess who generally preferred someone soft to play with — pink and gentle.  

“Is that the right one?” she spoke of the character. Viktoria truly had no idea about this kind of thing. She was a good listener and skilled at research due to her law degree, and that came in handy for other  endeavors too. “No,” the word was lilted and light. Miss V leaned forward. “But I assume you intend to show me?”  Top teeth lightly caught her own bottom lip while she waited.