Lover and Pet

"Ah! No!" Azami let out between her laughing as Janet took advantage of her fall and began to tickle her mercilessly.

She squirmed and kicked her legs around to try getting out of her predicament, only to ended up feeling exhausted as Janet's fingers did their job to drain whatever left from her strength. Azami eventually slumped and gasped, before she tapped on the bed. She couldn't take anymore of the tickling.

"S-stop! I give!" she would say with teary eyes.

Janet was a little surprised when she was able to maintain the advantage, but she was not about to let up, and kept up her assault on her loverâ€s armpits, tickling mercilessly until she heard Azami choke out her submission.

“Heh heh, about time, sweetie,” the Native American girl would purr, taking her hands from the princessâ€s armpits and placing them gently on her breasts, softly kneading the tender orbs. “Well, looks like Iâ€m back on top, huh?”

"Uuhhh..." Azami groaned softly between her heavy breathing as she felt Janet's hands kneading her mounds. "Seems like it..."

The blue haired girl took her time to catch her breath, moaning a few times as her breasts were massaged by her lover. She smiled weakly at Janet, not feeling to bothered over her lost. The Lakota girl already said she's not going to walk her anyways, so it wasn't really a problem anymore. Sure, there's the sex in the gym part, but given the hour, who would still hanging around there? Azami let out a sigh.

Janet giggled as she saw the warm expression her lover gave her upon catching her breath. She would let go of the girlâ€s boobs, leaning down and pressing the entire length of her body into Azamiâ€s own, giving her a tender kiss on the cheek. “I will be a kind mistress, my love. And, actually, since you really did earn this weekend in our match…I will had the reins back over to you at some point…maybe in the morning.”

She would wrap her arms around Azami and breath in deeply, giving her lover an opportunity to recover.

"Oh take your time, sweetie..." Azami said. "The only reason I tried so hard to win was to avoid being walked out," she laughed softly. "Well... Maybe I'd like to show you that I can beat you on the ring as well..."

Azami relaxed herself, and returned the kiss to her lover's cheek. She would then start to nuzzle on Janet's nose gently as they engaged in an Eskimo kiss. The blue haired girl was enjoying their intimate moment, though she knew that soon enough she's going to be the pet. Even that would still be a lot of fun for her, as she's a pet to her own lover.

"I think I'm good to go, mistress..." she whispered her words.

Janet laughed and patted her loverâ€s cheek, as they rubbed their noses together adoringly. “Well, I think, after all the contests we have had, I can say for sure that we are very evenly matched, sweetie. As much as I would love to claim you as my pet for the whole weekend, though, the stipulation of our spanking battle was that the winner took the loser as pet. And you beat me…a little unfairly, but whatever. So Iâ€ll give you back your authority in the morning. For tonight, Iâ€d like to think of us as being on equal terms—maybe we can both be pets again later.”

When Azami said that she was ready to go down to the gym, Janet nodded and rolled off of her. At first, she went to gather their clothes, so that they could be covered on their way down; but, then, a thought occurred to her, and, smiling, she would run out of the room, only to return with a small six-sided die.

“Hereâ€s a fun little game,” she said. “Roll this die. The number you get is the number of articles of clothing you get to put on for the walk down there.”

Azami chuckled and nodded at her lover's words. Getting back to the mistress' seat in the morning sounded good enough. When Janet got off her and returned with a dice, though, she was a bit confused. After hearing the girl's explanation, Azami smiled and took the dice before tossing it up and caught it back in her hand.

"Oh, I bet you're hoping for me to hit 1, don't you?" Azami teased.

She threw the dice and watched it rolled and spun a few times on the floor. Azami wanted it to be as high as possible, obviously, but then again that seemed a bit too much. Anything higher than two would be good enough. When the dice finally stopped spinning, Azami closed her eyes momentarily before looking at the number that's showed up. She sighed.

The dice showed the number 3.

“Sweetie, if it were possible, I would be rooting for you to get a zero!” Janet exclaimed, laughing heartily as she did so.

When the die left Azamiâ€s hand and bounced across the floor, the Native American girl was hopeful. However, she couldnâ€t quite hide her disappointment when she saw the three black dots which ended facing upwards. “Oh…” she sighed. “Well, hey, I guess youâ€ll only barely have more on than your underwear. Itâ€s something. My turn!”

Janet would scoop up the die and shake it between her hands, before tossing it against the wall. It rebounded, bounced a few times, before finally coming to a stop with two black dots showing face-up.

Azami laughed softly as she heard Janet's comment about hoping for a zero. Of course she would! Thankfully it's normal dice, so there wasn't any zero in it. Seeing her lover's disappointment as she picked up the number three, Azami giggled in amusement. When her lover rolled the dice and got two dots facing upwards, she smiled wider and approached Janet to give the girl a kiss on her cheek.

"Too bad it's not a zero, eh?" she teased before heading towards the drawer to pick up some clothing.

She would slip in a black bra and pantie, before taking out a thin robe that would still show her underwear and skin a little bit. It's not completely transparent, as Azami felt like she could use a decent cover without contrasting her lover's outfit too much.

"This should be good enough..." she mused.

Janet rolled her eyes at her loverâ€s joke. “Sweetie, if we both couldâ€ve gotten zeroes, I wouldâ€ve been one happy camper,” she said, following Azami over to the drawer. Though the two rarely came to Azamiâ€s dorm room, the Lakota girl did keep an extra change of clothing here, just in case of emergencies. She would slip quickly into her purple bra and panties, giving Azami a warm smile when she saw what the Japanese princess had decided to wear.

“Lovely choice, my darling,” she complimented, running a hand down her loverâ€s side. “So, are you ready to go? It isnâ€t too far of a walk.”