Bear In The Bird's Cage

"Go on...Dont try and hold back any whines,yells,cries,or even any questions! Now,do it." Yoshiro damn near commanded.She let up on bending Sally's legs back,and started to focus on her feet.She tries to lick in small spots,all over the soles. "This'll be easy,you're already laughing from just a small kiss on the heels!"

Sally began to giggle, then laugh, then nearly cry with ticklish mirth, shaking underneath Yoshiro and trying to kick her feet! The licking was too much for her sensitive feet - she felt like she was being tortured, but with tickles instead. "Hah! Hahahaha! Haha, w-what are you dooooiiing!? S-st-stop - heeeheeheehee, s-seriously, that tickles way too much!" Poor, sensitive Sally is starting to cry with laughter, pounding the bed with her fists!

Not wanting this....Punishment (If it can truly be called that anymore) to run on for too long,Yoshiro soon got up from her position and off of Sally's bed. "That was,different,now wasnt it? Much better than submissions?" Asking these questions to some one as tough as Sally seemed odd.There was a girl who was bigger than her,at the bird's whim from a few licks? It was odd.

Sally was still giggling as Yoshiro got off, wiping her feet off on the carpet. "Yeah, heck of a lot better than one of those... crab clutches. Now that you've, um, 'punished' me, ya want me to make you that food?"

Sally was an odd girl. To be honest, she had enjoyed the tickle torture - laughing and being tickled was a cute... friendly way to do things, in her opinion. And Sally loved being friendly. But since it was supposed to be a 'punishment', Brown had acted like she couldn't take anymore of it - it was a game. Give and take. Have fun, enjoy the evening. So, Sally grinned, and reoffered her pancakes to the birdgirl!

True,her way of punishing Sally may not have been up to par with expectations,but it was her first time to be truly in command.Yoshiro heard the re-offer on the pancakes and almost forgot about them. "Of course!"

She looked at Sally a bit oddly.She seemed,happy.But...More happy than should need be. "Hey...I-I know you probably enjoyed that but,uh....Why so,happy?" Yoshiro decided to ask at last. "D-Do you think,Im really comming on to you?"

Sally chuckled softly, then looked a little bashful. "I'm sorry if I seem too happy, Miss Yoshiro. It's just my nature to enjoy life... try and enjoy everything that comes my way! And, what can I say... you're a fun girl. I guess I am having way more fun bein' your slave than I should... I'll try and look more servile and slavey, OK?" She tries for a downbeaten, shy expression and a soft frown, but her lips keep trying to curl up into a smile.

"Its fine.Y-You dont have to act any way like that.Just be yourself." Yoshiro spoke out,obviously flustered.Her supposed hold of power on Sally was quickly collapsing. "And...What about my other question?" Yoshiro asks again,intent on finding what was happening in the girl's mind.

"What, about you coming onto me?" Sally smiled again, softly, looking at Yoshiro. "I'd be happy if you were... but if you're not interested, I'm alright with that, too. I'm happy to be... well, right now we're master and slave, and if you told me to get on my hands and knees and bark like a dog, I would! But afterwards... I hope we can be friends, you know?" Sally would start to walk towards the kitchen. "But, anyway, would the beautiful mistress like her pancakes with syrup, butter, blueberries...?"

"Well,I have a boyfriend.And he's here,at the AFW.So,I cant tempt myself and cannot try to take temptation.He'd be pretty mad if I did." Yoshiro tries to explain to Sally.It made her think of what Conza was doing.Last she heard,he was in a match of his own.Which struck fear into her...

Her prisoner's question about the pancakes snapped her out of it for the moment. "Well....Just butter and syrup would be fine.A-And make some for yourself,if you want some too."

Sally nodded, suddenly serious. "Oh, you should have told me you were already taken, Yoshiro. I would've flirted a lot less if I'd known beforehand... but yeah, let's leave that behind. Pancakes smooth everything over, right?"

With that, Sally would become a flurry of kitchen activity, turning on stoves, mixing batter, humming and bustling, until she'd have a stack of pancakes ready fifteen minutes later!