Glutton for Punishment

Morning had finally come, and it couldn't have come soon enough. Minerva had been forced to spend the entire night in that filthy, disgusting little prison cell, and all because of Cecilia fucking Northman. Just the sight of the hardcore queen and a brief conversation with the woman had been enough to push Minerva's patience and temper far, far past their limit. And in a rare moment of mental weakness, she had lost control and allowed blind rage to take control. Not that Cecilia didn't deserve every last bit of what Minerva gave her, at least in her mind, but she could've been mush wiser about the time and place, and likely avoided ending up in a cell for the night as a result.

Now that she was being released, she stood in the lobby of the police station by the phone, and called home. She imagined both Sig and their driver Kota must've found it peculiar when she didn't return home the previous night without any sort of explanation. But that didn't matter. Her body was bruised, and bandaged over her head to stop her bleeding, and she was aching all over, and the raven haired woman only wanted to return home as soon as possible. The only consolation was that Cecilia was probably hurting just as much as her. Serves her right, too.

Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor as she waited for someone to pick up the phone. They'd better answer, anyway. She was in no mood to be kept waiting any longer than necessary. The sooner she could get out of this filthy place, the sooner she could start to think about relaxing.

Sig just came out of the bathroom when the phone rang. It was quite unusual not having her mistress waking her up or giving her a bath for a change, but Minerva didn't return last night after going off earlier in the day. The blonde thought that the raven haired beauty was probably out with some friend or something, but she did feel a little concern when there's no news from her mistress until this morning.

With her hair and body still wrapped with towels, Sig went to the phone on her room to answer the call. It's normally not her duty, but it seemed that she's the first to reach the phone that morning.

"Hello~?" she answered in her German accent. "Oh, Mistress? Where have yo-" she paused abruptly, her face looking surprised as she heard the words from the other end of the phone. "You what...? Oh, oh, alright, be there in... well, as soon as possible~" Sig finished before closing the phone and skipped to her wardrobe to get some clothes.

That was quite shocking to hear that Minerva was in a police station. Sig had no idea what happened, but she figured out that she could just ask later, if her mistress didn't tell her personally. She dried herself, put some light make up, and dressed her lithe form with a white shirt, black jacket, and black shorts, before tying her hair in the side ponytail as she usually did. For some reason, hearing what happened to Minerva put her in an amused mood.

Once she's done, the blonde found the driver, Kota, and asked him to go along with her to pick up her mistress, although she didn't initially specify their destination as a police station.

"She's not really in a hurry, so drive with care~" she said casually once the car left the house.

Eventually, they'd arrive at the police station, and a somewhat happy looking Sig hoped off the car to enter the office. She waltzed in casually and looked around to find Minerva, before approaching her mistress, who looked quite messed up, with a mischievous smile. The blonde couldn't help but to wonder who did it to her, though.

"Hello there, mistress~ Sorry for the wait. You know, traffic and such~" she greeted the raven haired beauty. "Oh my, did you have an accident or something?"

“Come on, pick up...” Minerva muttered as she impatiently waited for someone to answer the phone. Finally Sig’s voice was heard on the other end, and Minerva quickly gave her the brief rundown of her situation, that she had been in prison overnight and needed Kota to come pick her up and bring her back home. Naturally there was surprise in Sig’s voice as she reacted to the news, but Minerva could’ve sworn she detected a bit of amusement in the blonde’s tone, as if there was something funny to her about this. And that wouldn’t do. Not at all. But for now, she would give her pet the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps her ears had simply deceived her.

It then felt like she had been waiting an eternity for her ride to arrive. “What the hell is taking them so long?!” she said to herself, growing more and more agitated with seemingly each passing second. But finally, the front door opened and the raven haired woman saw Sig enter and approach her, wearing a grin that almost seemed to be taunting her. “Of course. Traffic.” she said, rolling her eyes. Something about the blonde’s tone told her there might’ve been more to it than that, but the words themselves were believable. Traffic in Tokyo was always chaotic anyway.

“More or less. Had a less than friendly reunion with an old acquaintance. Now wipe that smug look off your face and lets go.” Minerva said, walking right past Sig and heading out the door. Opening the back door of the car, she climbed in the back seat and took a deep breath as she sat down. She’d then wait for Sig to get in the car too before addressing Kota. “Take us home. And for god’s sake be quick about it.”

"Eheheh~" Sig giggled at Minerva's words and followed her mistress back to the car, still smirking behind the taller beauty.

So it wasn't anything really serious after all, or so the blonde thought. Minerva had a brawl with someone else, that's what she figured, but she's still curious about the identity of the person who could injure her mistress to such extend. Did the raven haired beauty win? Lose? Draw? She doubted Minerva would tell her that much, but that's fine too.

She hoped to the car and sat next to her mistress, trying to contain herself from smirking, not wanting to push her luck too far for now. The driver glanced at the state of Minerva and then to Sig, who just shrugged, before he drove the car home, as quick as possible.

The giggle didn’t go unnoticed by Minerva, who was now pretty certain she was correct in her original assumption that Sig was having quite a bit of fun with this. Although, once Sig sat down beside her in the car, she had at least been wise enough to conceal that smirk of hers as she’d been told. Kota also smartly did as he was commanded, and drove hurriedly from the station back to her house, making it there in less than half the time it had taken for them to get to the station. Either the “traffic” Sig mentioned had mysteriously and suddenly cleared up, or another of Minerva’s suspicions was correct.

Neither Sig nor Minerva uttered a single word during the drive home, yet the blonde would already be treading on thin ice once they were back inside. And as soon as the car parked, Minerva opened the door and stepped out. “Come along, Sig.” she said as she walked toward the hose, opened the front door and stepped inside. She then took off her coat and tossed it onto the couch in the living room.

Minerva then moved to sit on the couch, before calling out to her pet. “Sig, come here and massage my shoulders.” she said. The raven haired mistress’ entire body was feeling rather tight and tense, both from her fight the previous night and from having to sleep in a less than comfortable prison cell. And besides, she needed to have a little chat with Sig about her attitude. “You seem to be in a rather pleasant mood today, my pet.”

Sig followed Minerva into the house, still smirking behind the taller girl when she had a chance. The thought about her usually high and mighty mistress spending her night inside a holding cell maintained her amused mood. Was she able to sleep at all? The blonde never had to stay in an actual prison cell herself, but she had been in a few ones provided by some BDSM service. Then there's her week of punishment a while ago where she had to spend her nights chained. Sig herself enjoyed that kind of treatment from time to time, but Minerva? She really doubted her mistress would share her opinion.

As she was summoned by the raven haired beauty to the living room, the lithe blonde would come behind the couch where Minerva rested herself, lightly smirking to the comment as she felt pretty sure that her mistress had noticed the game she's playing.

"Hmm? My mood is quite pleasant most of the times, is it not, mistress~?" she barely feigned innocence while starting to knead on the shoulders of Minerva.

Minerva gave a relaxing exhale a Sig’s hands started to work over her shoulders. And though she couldn’t see the blonde’s face from this position, she was fairly certain she could guess what her expression looked like. She’d been right about her first few guesses regarding her today, after all. And Sig’s response to Minerva’s comment only furthered her suspicion.

“Perhaps...” she replied. Sig might not exactly be a ball of unstoppable energy, but it was true she was in at least a decent mood most of the time. “But today it seems to be even better than normal. I wonder why that might be.” She still didn’t want to be blunt or outright about her accusation, just in case she really did turn out to be wrong. Though each moment that went by only convinced her more and more that wasn’t the case.

"I wonder why myself, heh~" Sig giggled as she resumed her work on the shoulders of her mistress. "Just one of those days, perhaps?"

She might be having a bit of fun with what happened to Minerva, but the blonde still knew her place as the girl's pet to fulfill her duty thoroughly. Of course, from time to time, pets could misbehave, and Sig did like to do so for some obvious reason.

Minerva's suspicion only grew stronger as time passed, so it seemed, but she wasn't being bothered by it in the slightest. The further her mistress reached her conclusion, the better it'd be after all.

"You seem a bit tense today, mistress~" she teased, not really referring to Minerva's physical state. "Didn't enjoy a free lodging and meal?"

Sig seemed to be having some fun with this little game she was playing while massaging Minerva’s shoulders. And that last comment caused the raven haired woman’s eyebrow to twitch in slight irritation.

“That’s enough for the shoulders. Now come over here and massage my feet.” she said, pointing to the spot on the ground in front of her, while not immediately answering Sig’s teasing, and probably rhetorical question. She also left her boots on just to give the blonde one more thing to take care of while obeying her command. And she wondered if her pet would still be smirking once she was right where Minerva could see her. Indeed, her pet seemed to be misbehaving. And that just might warrant some action on the mistress’ end.

Whenever she got started, Minerva would keep her eyes focused on the German to watch her reaction as she finally answered her question. “No, I didn’t enjoy it. Not at all. The food was rather stale, and the mattress of the bed felt like a giant bag of rocks.” Sig probably could’ve guessed as much even without her saying so, but she wanted to see if her pet would keep up her insolent attitude.

"As you wish, mistress."

Sig smirked as she heard Minerva's order, and obediently move in front of her mistress to fulfill that command. By the time she knelt in front of the raven haired beauty to take care of those boots, her face was relatively calmer. Even without Minerva answering her question, she could have guessed how it'd feel for someone like her.

"Is that so?" the blonde replied, barely feigning surprise as she began to tend her mistress' foot. "How terrible..." said Sig without almost no hint of sympathy whatsoever in her voice.

She glanced to the raven haired beauty, sneaking a mischievous look purposely to test Minerva's reaction. It's not her first time misbehaving on purpose, but normally, she did it when her mistress wasn't in a sour mood. Sometimes the blonde could be such a glutton for punishment.