Too Long

Kozue tensed up for a moment when Mariko kissed one of her scars, reliving the moment she got it in the first place. A nasty spill while was practicing in the woods with Benikage, climbing some trees. She’d misjudged one of the limbs she was hanging from, it hadn't been able to hold her weight, she crashed, and there just so happened to be a jagged rock to greet her when she returned to the earth. Not pretty. Almost needed stitches.

The tension didn’t last, though, as she was quick to remember the feel of her lover’s lips. This was Mariko. She was safe, here. And if her lover was even a little put off by the scars, she didn’t show it. Kozue liked that all by itself. ”Eh. Life hurts. Don’t mind a little pain, you know that.” She ran her tongue over her canine and whispered. ”You know that.”

Kozue sighed, a wistful noise, as Mariko kissed her neck, pecking away with that sweet mouth of hers. Reaching up, she curled her arm around her lover’s head, keeping her close, and grabbed some of that lovely violet hair. Not enough to hurt Mariko, but enough to keep her in place. ”Now look at you, getting kind of forceful. Maybe you forgot who’s on top here, huh?”

Kozue turned her head and pulled Mariko’s forward, just enough for their lips to come close, so close they could taste enough others’ breath. ”Maybe I gotta remind you…”

Mariko did indeed know that. The comment helped divert her mind away from Kozue’s past pains, instead now focusing her on the pleasures of the present, and of their first night together. A smile tugged at Mariko’s lips while she continued to kiss away at Kozue’s neck in spite of her “warning”, seemingly mindless of the hand grasping her violet locks.

“Go right ahead, then,” Mariko replied, placing a few more gentle kisses on her lover’s neck. Then she lightly traced the tip of her tongue over an inch or two of Kozue’s neck, getting her as close to the woman’s ear as she could with her head being held in place, so she could push her challenge just a bit further.

“I dare ya~”

A dare? This woman, damn.

Kozue bit her lip as Mariko continued to do her work, taking a hot second to scan the room. She’d been wanting to buy a few toys from a sex shop near her apartment before her lover left, but never got the opportunity. Even if she had, it wouldn’t be like she’d carry them with her all the time. Kind of a shame, she’d have loved to spice things up, really rock Mariko now that she was back in town.

Then again, maybe she had a few options. Just had to be creative.

Kozue enjoyed those lips at her neck for a few more seconds before she pulled, wrapped her around her lover’s waist, and spun her about hard towards the treatment table. Soft, padded, long enough for her body and strong enough to hold the both of them - perfect for what she had in mind. ”On it.”

Whether Mariko complied or not, Kozue gave her a rough shove forward along with a hard slap on the ass for incentive, forcing her to lay flat on top, facing down. With her back on display, the New Jersey Ninja took a moment to breathe hot air along her spine, blowing down the full length of it, making those fine hairs stand at attention. She stepped away soon after and made her way to a coat rack nearby, where the staff physician had left her white coat hanging. Just about Kozue’s size, too. How convenient.

”You’ve got a serious discipline problem, Ms. Ishii.” She took the coat off the rack, whipped it about in a quick flourish, and slid into it with it ease, turning herself in a hot parody of a doctor. A little bit of roleplay, notching up the kinks. ”What’re we gonna do about that, huh?”

Kozue was about as unpredictable as anyone Mariko had ever met, except in one regard: There wasn’t a challenge she was afraid to take on, at least so far as Mariko knew. She would’ve bet everything she owned that her lover would take that dare. But the mystery was in how she would go about it. She could just shove Mariko onto the table, climb on top of her and start making out with her. No doubt neither of them would’ve complained, but that was too easy. Even with such limited space, they still had plenty of options, and Kozue was creative.

Mariko knew to expect something, but being abruptly spun around and pushed onto the table still caught her by surprise, though that didn’t stop a big smile from forming on her pretty face while it happened. The sudden smack on her ass drew a small yelp from Mariko, but she bit her lip and drew in a breath right after, very clearly enjoying it. Easing the rest of the way on the table, she giggled as she watched Kozue put on the coat from a sideway glance, head resting one side on the table.

“A discipline problem? Me? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about~” she teased while giving her hips a slow shake, briefly bringing attention to the spot Kozue had just spanked. And after hearing her lover’s question, there was a subtle change in Mariko’s expression. Maybe it was the way her violet hair came to rest wildly around her head, or the way she began grinning at Kozue, or even a new glint that came into her eyes. Whatever the cause, the minor change shifted her entire expression from playful to downright lustful.

“If I behave, will you give me something sweet~?”

After Kozue laid Mariko out and made her statement, she had to take a pause after her lover replied, looking back her with a folded arms and a thin smile. Even now, after the crazy night that kicked this relationship off, she still had marvel at just how well this woman slid into the submissive role. Could Kozue have been like this with anyone else? She doubted it. It was hard to imagine any other partner giving her this much liberty on what was really just the second ‘date’. Such boundless, unending trust…

She wanted to be worth it.

Kozue took a step forward and opened her mouth to answer Mariko’s question...only to reach up at the last second and bring her hands down hard on her lover’s ass, giving it a sharp, exacting spank, full force. She didn’t move her hand away, either, but kept it there and dug her fingers into the soft flesh, pressing her fingernails into the soft flesh, applying more and more pressure with each second.

”Nope. Nopenopenope.” She leaned to her and brought her lips to Mariko’s ear, blowing hot breath down the length of her back as she went. ”First thing, we’re getting the language down. What’s the right way to ask something from your mistress?”

Kozue ran her tongue along Mariko’s earlobe, then nipped at with her teeth, a sharp bite on the edge. ”I know you know.”

Mariko couldn’t even count how many people she’d made melt under the same look she’d just given Kozue. It was the kind of look that drastically increased her odds of getting what she wanted out of lots of situations, the kind that most found so easy to give in to and so hard to resist. Her lover’s response to it here, downright impressive. Kozue didn’t just resist. She deflected the pressure right back onto Mariko.

The Japanese Vixen let out another sudden yelp when she was abruptly spanked and bit her lip once more, initially out of pleasure and then to stifle pained groans while Kozue dug her fingers in. Mariko had to tightly grip the edges of the table to keep herself from attempting to resist. Then the hot breath against her, the domineering instructions, and the lick and nibble on her earlobe… It all sent a blissful chill down her spine. Rather than either give Mariko what she’d teasingly requested or outright deny it, Kozue had found a way to essentially do both at the same time. Again, very impressive.

“Ngh.. Please, mistress…” Mariko forced out, her voice strained while she continued to hold down other noises that sought to escape in response to the talons digging into her backside.

”Better. Much better.”

For someone who didn’t play the passive role too often, Mariko was a natural at it. The moans. The shivering. The way she threw out little challenges to earn her punishment. Kozue doubted she could ask for a better partner to move into these uncharted waters with.

She gave Mariko’s ass one final, hard squeeze, before letting go and stepping back, taking stock of what she had to work with, here. Her eyes locked on a ruler on the counter and some measuring tape - apparently, whoever’d been in here last had needed to do some calculations, figure out someone’s height. There were some body calipers, too. Nice metal ones. Perfect.

For the moment, she took a step to the side and reached into her pile of clothes, bringing out the cloth she’d used to tie her hair up a moment ago. Kozue came around the other side of the table, just out of Mariko’s vision, and reached over her head with the cloth to pull it over her eyes. A little tie in the back, and viola - a makeshift blindfold. Not as good as the real thing, but it would do.

”So you want something sweet, huh?” Kozue ran a fingernail down the length of Mariko’s spine, teasing the bumps of bone, exciting the raw nerves. ”I actually wanted to give you something you might like, but the way you’ve been acting…” Kozue let out a long, exasperated sigh. ”Not sure you deserve it. Just not. Maybe you can convince me, let’s see.”

She brought her finger away and gave Mariko a few sharp pokes in the side. ”On your back.” Her tone was still light, had that playful tone to it, but there was some edge now. These were commands, not suggestions. Fun commands, but commands all the same.

Mariko tensed with the firm squeeze, but stifled another groan that fought to force itself from her lips. When Kozue let go, her body relaxed once more. She could hear her lover moving about somewhere out of sight. It was so tempting to try to sneak a look just to see what she was up to, but not knowing was greatly enhancing the anticipation. So instead she closed her eyes to stall that temptation until she heard Kozue come close. But when Mariko’s eyes opened, her vision was quickly cut off again as a blindfold was placed on her.

She couldn’t help but grin just a bit. The mystery of it all was making this as fun as it was sexy. Mariko let out a low hum while Kozue brushed a finger down her spine. Listening to her lover’s words only excited her even more. For all the dominance Mariko tended to show in the ring, she loved the other side of it just as much, though she had met few who could carry their end of the deal well enough with her on that end. But Kozue Kaburagi made a great mistress. She made Mariko want to please her. So when asked - no, commanded to turn onto her back, there was no hesitance in her obedience.

“Yes, mistress,” Mariko replied, then used her hands to feel out the edges of the table while she carefully rolled herself over and laid down on her back. As funny as it might’ve been if she took a tumble off the table thanks to her blindfold, Mariko was focused only on doing as Kozue commanded, all too eager to receive whatever her lover had in store for her.

‘Yes, mistress’.

Kozue shivered when she heard Mariko say that, exhaling with a husky breath. It wasn’t just the way she said it - though, God, did she have the sexiest voice. Light and lilting, with a little tune to every word she spoke, like she was talking jazz. But no, as hot as that was, what made Kozue get the tingles was knowing just how rare this was. Mariko had heard those words so many times, but speaking them? That was a treat that few could brag about. Hell, for all she knew, it was something only she could claim.

That made this all so much hotter. That egged her on. That made her want to do much, much more.

She’d gotten so wrapped up in the moment that she almost didn’t notice how close Mariko was to the edge. Easy fix, though. ”Scoot.” She gave her a little poke in the stomach, prodding her back to the center of the table, before she went on. She grabbed the ruler nearby and bent it back and forth, testing the strength - it wasn’t made for what she’d be using it for soon, but it was solid enough. As long as she didn’t go crazy, it wouldn’t break.

For a few moments, Kozue stood still. Stockstill. She didn’t move. She didn’t breath. She didn’t speak. Putting Benikage’s training to use, she’d learned how to emit the least amount of noise, to move without giving herself away. With the blindfold on, it might even seem like she’d simply disappeared from the room. Vanished in thin air.

Until Kozue delivered a sudden swat to Mariko’s breast, anyway. Quick. Swift. She brought the ruler down, right on the nipple, then let the ruler drag along her slave’s skin from there, trailing along the contours of muscle that shielded her stomach. She brought the ruler away, just before it reached the navel, then brought it down on the breast again, this time holding it in place and pushing into the soft flesh. Teasing it, twerking it. ”These are some breasts you have here, slave. I used to be jealous of breasts like these.” She leaned in and dabbed her tongue around the rim of Mariko’s ear, then spoke straight into it. ”Not anymore. You know why?”

The rarity of Mariko’s submission wasn’t lost on the Japanese vixen either. It wasn’t that she disliked being in this role. Quite the opposite, she loved it, though this was a side of her reserved for those who earned it. She wouldn’t let just anyone dominate her like this. Then again, Kozue wasn’t just anyone. Mariko may have won the bout between them in the ring. But there had been an unofficial “rematch” of sorts between them in the ninja’s apartment afterward. Kozue had won that battle, and in the process demonstrated just how great of a mistress she could be. For a woman like this, Mariko had absolutely no problem at all taking on the submissive role.

She had to stifle a small giggle when Kozue poked her stomach, but she shifted along the table as commanded. Then everything got quiet, so much so that Mariko almost considered trying to lift the blindfold up just to make sure her mistress was still there. But she definitely was, a fact that became all too clear when Mariko felt the ruler smack down right on her breast. The unexpected smack brought a sudden yelp from the Japanese beauty as her body tensed, fists clutching tightly in an effort to will herself still. The pain was followed by the teasing sensation of the ruler tracing lightly along her exposed body. It was a pleasant, calming feeling, but Mariko suspected it was only intended to distract her before the next smack.

Sure enough it came a moment later. Her body tensed at the impact again, but this time she managed to bite her lip in time to partially stifle her brief yelp. Mariko could feel her heart beating quicker in her chest, which would have subsided fairly quickly if not for the added teasing Kozue was administering to her breast. Instead of coming back down after the smack, her body remained tensed, squirming on the table while her lover played with her breast and lightly tongued at her ear.

“Because they belong to you now, mistress,” Mariko replied, voice slightly strained while she guessed an answer to Kozue’s question.