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*THUD*

“Ow! Fudgenuggets!” Waverly hopped up and down, awkwardly clutching her stubbed toe and hissing through her teeth. Limping out of the closet, she sat on her bed and rested her still-aching foot onto her other knee, inspecting for any signs of blood and thankfully finding none. The laundry that she was going to put away now forgotten, Waverly hopped back to her feet and walked back into the closet.

“What *was* that?” Waverly muttered as she knelt to find the offending object. She pawed through the pile of clothes that seemed to have been deliberately stacked to conceal whatever she’d stubbed her toe against. Finally, she uncovered a familiar handmade wooden box. With an excited gasp, she pulled the box out of the closet and opened it to view the treasures that were kept inside.

Only to stop short.

“Wait…” Waverly started to dig through the box. “Wait, where is…”

When rummaging didn’t yield the item, Waverly started to pull everything out of the box.

“It’s usually on top of the…where the FUDGE is it?!” Waverly began to haphazardly toss everything out of the box. Handcuffs, blindfolds, lube, shibari rope, the flogger, the glow-in-the-dark buttplug…

(Waverly quickly snatched that last one up and put it back in the box with a muttered “Yeah, let’s not leave THAT out for anyone else to trip on…”)

Finally, the box was (almost) empty, and Waverly still hadn’t found what she was looking for. She hopped to her feet and crossed the room to the nightstand by Nicole’s side of the bed, ripping the drawer out and dumping the contents on the bed. Still nothing.

For the next fifteen minutes, Waverly checked all of the drawers, the boxes in the closet, re-checked the original box, and even crawled halfway under the bed. Growling in frustration, she slipped back out from under the bed and crouched on the floor, wracking her brain for any other place Nicole might have hidden it.

Then, a metallic gleam from under Nicole’s pillow caught her eye. She pounced on the pillow like a tiger on its prey and tossed it aside, revealing her prize. 

The collar.

Their collar.

Waverly scooped it into her hands and held it to her face as she sank to the floor and sobbed. Relief and guilt poured from her as she pressed her face against the soft leather of the collar. Relief that this too hadn’t been lost in the months she’d been gone, and guilt that Nicole had had to suffer without her for so long. Finally, Waverly’s breathing calmed and she stood and sat on the one clear corner of the bed, turning the collar over in her hands as she stared at it.

The wide leather was a deep blue, with a black felt lining on the inside for comfort. Waverly traced her fingers over the gleaming metal of the buckle before turning the collar in her hands to inspect the wide ring at the front and the name tag that gently clinked as she took it in her fingers to inspect it. 

Nicole

Property of Waverly Earp

Running her fingers along the inside and the edges, Waverly noted that there was no fraying or wear to be found. Nicole had clearly been caring for it meticulously in her absence. Waverly’s throat tightened at the thought of her fiancée, methodically cleaning the blue leather and inner lining before painstakingly going over all of the metal parts with chrome cleaner and re-applying clear nail polish to prevent rusting. Caring for their toys was normally a shared ritual, but with Waverly’s disappearance, Nicole had seemingly shouldered the responsibility of keeping everything in working condition until her mistress’s return.

Waverly swallowed around a growing lump in her throat as her mind conjured images of Nicole lovingly caring for the collar late into the night, stifling her sobs to keep from waking Rachel. Compulsively wiping the already-pristine leather over and over again to distract herself from the need to sleep.

Waverly stood from the bed and walked back over to the closet, where the playbox sat open on the floor, the toys still scattered around. She tidied the bedroom back up and re-packed the box of everything except the collar, running her fingers over the handmade wooden box and the slightly off-center heart that Nicole had painstakingly etched into the top. Waverly grabbed a damp cloth from the bathroom and tenderly wiped the box of the layer of dust that had taken residence on the surface, a reminder of their time apart. She sat back onto the bed and blew out a shaky breath.

Looking at the collar now, it hit Waverly just how much she missed it. The sight of her love, kneeling by her feet, looking up at her like an adoring little pet, her big brown eyes full of love and trust. Between Bulshar, then the Garden, the fiasco with the Clantons, and the (re)proposal, there’d never felt like a “right time” to bring up their kinky lifestyle and maybe reintroducing it into their lives. Thinking about it now, Waverly was beginning to realize that maybe Nicole needed to go back to something safe and familiar, and that she was possibly too nervous to bring it up. 

Waverly really wasn’t used to this more scared, anxious, timid Nicole that she had come back to.

That wasn’t to say that she loved her any less. No matter what, Waverly knew that it was impossible for her to stop loving Nicole. But she also knew that the Nicole she had come home to was a changed one. One that had been beaten down by eighteen months of heartbreak and disappointment.

“Don’t come at me about it, Wynonna, I know I let everyone down.”

“Well, nowadays it’s just Nicole. Or ‘that crazy ginger bitch’.”

“I did something terrible.”

“It’s still hard to get some things…I’m sorry…”

Waverly swallowed hard at the memory of Nicole casting her eyes away and shrinking as she apologized. It reminded her so much of how she would apologize to Ward. Shrinking, timid, fearful of punishment. So different from the submission that Nicole showed during their playtime, when the redhead would defer to Waverly’s orders with loving obedience. There had always been a bit of “playful” fear in the woman’s submission, but never had Nicole been truly afraid of Waverly. Waverly would be damned if she would let that start up now.

The opening and closing of the front door pulled Waverly from her introspection.

“Waverly?” Nicole’s voice rang through the home, that ever-present undercurrent of anxiousness causing her volume to waver just a bit.

Waverly quickly slipped the collar back under Nicole’s pillow and hurried downstairs, knowing that her fiancée needed the visual reassurance that the brunette was still here. That Waverly hadn’t vanished again. It was the same anxiety that jerked Nicole from sleep in the dead of night and made the taller woman curl herself somehow tighter against Waverly until the trembling finally eased and she returned to a fitful sleep. The same fear that caused Nicole to send multiple text messages to check on Waverly when she hadn’t heard from her in a couple of hours, just for the reassurance that Waverly was okay and would be home that night.

It was the same fear that even now, Waverly could see tensing up Nicole’s body as she descended the stairs and gave her a hug and a kiss in greeting, feeling the stiff body in her arms finally relax and take a deep breath as if her chest had finally untightened for the first time all day. Even after almost a month, Nicole was still afraid that Waverly would disappear again. That she would wake up and discover that the last month had been nothing more than a wonderful dream.

Nicole needed help, and Waverly couldn’t skirt around that reality anymore.

Truthfully, what Nicole really needed was therapy; but Waverly knew that battle was going to take time, and she needed to be patient to get her fiancée to that point. Until then, she could at least give Nicole back some sense of normalcy.

“Can we talk?”

Waverly turned from the stove to see Wynonna standing at the kitchen entryway, rocking a bit and looking just below her little sister’s eyes. Two surefire signs that the woman was about to have a conversation that she was NOT looking forward to.

Waverly felt a swell of hope that Wynonna finally wanted to talk about the Doc situation.

“Yeah! Yeah, let me just get this into the oven.” Waverly quickly finished the final layer of the vegan lasagna she was preparing and slid it into the oven before grabbing a seat at the kitchen table, trying to control her movements and not seem too excited about the conversation.

“It’s about Nicole.” Wynonna said, sliding more sedately into her own chair.

Waverly swallowed her disappointment.

One battle at a time.

“Okay. What about her?” Waverly asked cautiously.

“I…Look, if you need…um…if you need some ‘time alone’ with her, I was planning on going into the city next week. I can take Rachel with me.” Wynonna forced the words out, fingers tapping a rhythm onto the table. “I can make sure that, you know, we’re gone all day. So you can...ya know…take care of her.”

“Time alone” was the terminology that Wynonna used to describe the BDSM play that she had inadvertently walked in on once, to everyone’s mortification. She’d gotten better about knocking and announcing her presence after that…incident.

No wonder the poor woman looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

“…I’m traumatized for life.” Wynonna whispered, her pale face sharply contrasting with the almost worryingly crimson face of Nicole, who sat next to her at the table that she was fixedly staring at.

“Well, we locked the door but SOMEBODY just sees that as a challenge, apparently!” Waverly snapped as she crossed her arms over the robe she had hastily thrown on when Wynonna had strolled into Nicole’s house and interrupted their playtime. “And seriously, since when did YOU become a prude, Wynonna?!”

“I’m not a prude!” Wynonna finally looked at Waverly for the first time since the couple had hastily dashed into Nicole’s bedroom to cover up. “I know you two like to get your freak on on every surface of the house. I just…” Wynonna trailed off a bit as her gaze drifted to the bottle of whiskey the three were currently splitting. 

Waverly fixed her with an unblinking gaze, waiting for Wynonna to continue. Wynonna made eye contact again, and then glanced between the redhead beside her and the brunette across the table.

“I honestly kinda thought that if you two were doing the dom/sub stuff, then Haught would be the one taking control. I feel like my whole perception of reality just shifted.” 

Waverly couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that slipped from her mouth.

“Wynonna, where the heck did you get THAT impression? Is it because she’s taller?” Waverly rolled her eyes. Honestly, why did everyone think she was some kind of shrinking violet?

“No! No, I just…I mean, Haught’s all protective and supportive and…and okay she’s also taller, but that only has a little to do with-“

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Nicole’s mortified whisper cut through the levity.

“Huh? Haught, chill out, it’s not a big-“ Nicole jumped from the table, trembling with all the signs of an oncoming panic attack.

“It IS a big deal, Wynonna! You can’t breathe a word about this to anyone!”

“Dude, relax.” Wynonna held up her hands in a placating gesture, while Waverly stood and reached for Nicole’s hand.

“Nicole, it’s okay.”

“It’s NOT okay, Waverly!” Nicole turned to her, her breath beginning to come in shorter pants. “They already hate me! Wynonna had to fucking threaten Bunny Loblaw just to get her to make me Sheriff!”

“Whoa, whoa! Nicole, take it easy.” Wynonna slowly stood and tried to keep her voice calm, but she was genuinely getting worried at Nicole’s increasingly erratic behavior.

“Wynonna, please! If this gets out, I can’t stay Sheriff!” Nicole hugged herself and started rocking from foot to foot.

“Dude, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing in bed! You’ll be a great Sher-“

“IT WON’T MATTER, WYNONNA! NO ONE IN THIS TOWN IS GOING TO RESPECT A DYKE OUTSIDER WHO LIKES TO BE TIED UP AND HIT DURING SEX!” Nicole’s fingers gripped the sleeves of her t-shirt in a white-knuckled grip as she gasped for air. Suddenly, she lunged forward and caught the front of Wynonna’s jacket in a shockingly powerful grip. 

“Please! Oh God, Wynonna, please don’t tell anyone. You can’t say a word, not even to Doc!” Tears gathered in Nicole’s eyes as she pleaded with an increasingly dumbfounded Wynonna. “I swear to God, I’ll do anyth-”

“Nicole! Sit!” Waverly ordered in a tone that Wynonna had never heard from her little sister. Nicole’s ass immediately hit the chair, her death-grip inadvertently dragging Wynonna forward. Waverly covered the larger hands with her own and coaxed Wynonna’s jacket free before repositioning Nicole’s hands onto her chest, taking deep and steady breaths. “Copy my breathing, pet. Close your eyes and focus on my breathing.”

Nicole obeyed, her breathing slowly steadying as Wynonna awkwardly sat back down in her chair. She grabbed the whiskey bottle off of the table and fumbled with the label, trying to give the slowly calming redhead some semblance of privacy while she came back from the ledge.

“Good girl.” Waverly softly praised, her fingers carding through Nicole’s hair soothingly before drifting down to gently scratch under her chin.

After a long silence, Wynonna awkwardly cleared her throat.

“Listen. Haught. You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone, okay? So, just chill the fuck out and go back to your disgustingly hot sexcapades. It’s nobody’s business what you get up to, anyway.” Wynonna said, her eyes still firmly on the bottle she was toying with. “And as for that shit about what Purgatory thinks: well, I’d slap you upside the head for being so dumb, but I think you’d like it too much.”

Nicole released a cross between a hiccup and a short laugh.

“So, I’ll just settle for telling you you’re the best thing that’s happened to this town in a long time. Fuck them if they can’t see that.” Wynonna finally made eye-contact with the woman she was beginning to see as her best friend.

Nicole swallowed hard. “Thanks, Earp.”

“Just…please don’t leave any of your riding crops or paddles lying around the Homestead, dude. I’m already kinda jealous of how much my baby sister’s getting, I don’t need visual reminders, okay?” Wynonna fake gagged, pulling another giggle from Waverly.

Nicole blushed again, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Hey, it’s not my fault your sister’s got game, Earp.”

“Aaaaaaand that’s my cue to bounce, folks!” Wynonna jumped up, grabbing the whiskey on her way out the door and slamming it with all her usual fervor. After a moment, she re-opened the door, grabbed one of Waverly’s scarves off the nearby hat-rack, and hung it on the outside door knob.

“And for fuck’s sake, learn to hang something on the doorknob, already!” Wynonna groused as she slammed the door again, the sound of her truck driving off following a few moments later.

“…Why’s she getting onto us about hanging something on the doorknob when she already went to the trouble of picking the damn lock?” Nicole asked after a brief silence.

“Honestly, at this point, I’m pretty sure picking a locked door is just a compulsion for her.” Waverly mused.

Waverly was pulled from her memories by the sound of Wynonna’s boots anxiously rubbing across the floor, the thoughtful silence clearly unnerving her older sister.

“…So…we doing this, or what?” Wynonna asked, eager to finish this conversation and then promptly teleport herself to the other side of the Homestead.

“Yeah. Let’s plan for Wednesday. That’ll give me time to prepare.”

Wynonna fought the urge to roll her eyes. “What, you need a few days to polish your leather heels?”

Waverly sat up, an evil grin on her face. “Oh, Wynonna! I didn’t know you were so interested in BDSM! See, a dom may need time to prepare a scenario to ensure-“

“STOP! STOP PLEASE!” Wynonna threw up her hands and jumped from her seat. “Dollywood! Tacos! Whatever the safeword is, I’m using it!” Wynonna hurried out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

Waverly sat back in her chair and laughed softly. “As if I’m going to polish my heels when there’s a perfectly good tongue kneeling at my feet…”

“Hey, you.” Waverly’s voice drifted through the bedroom, causing Nicole to turn in her seat on the bed, where she was toweling her hair.

“Hey, you.” Nicole replied with a loving smile. Waverly crossed the room and took the towel from Nicole’s hands, rubbing at her damp hair while the redhead sat obediently on the bed.

“Can I ask you something, baby?” Waverly inquired as she rubbed the last of the droplets from her fiancée’s hair.

“Anything.” Came the soft murmur as Nicole relaxed into her touch.

“Do you still have your collar?” Waverly asked, her hand drifting to gently hold Nicole’s shoulder, subtly discouraging her from jumping up from the bed.

Nicole tensed under her hand, causing Waverly’s grip to firm up. The last thing she needed was for the taller woman to bolt.

“…I…wh…I-“

“A simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice, pet.” Waverly allowed her pitch to lower a bit, adding just a hint of dominance to her tone. Not enough to make Nicole too anxious, but certainly enough to command obedience.

“…Yes.” Nicole whispered. Waverly hummed in approval as she slipped her fingers through red hair before sliding them down to tickle under Nicole’s chin.

“Such a good girl, being so honest with me.” Waverly praised, feeling Nicole start to relax and nuzzle into her palm. “Have you worn it while I was gone, pet?”

Nicole’s breath became shaky and her head turned to hide more into Waverly’s palm. Waverly stepped closer and guided Nicole’s face to rest against her stomach.

“I couldn’t. It…it didn’t feel right.” Nicole admitted, her voice muffled by the soft material of Waverly’s hoodie.

“Because I wasn’t here to take care of you?” Waverly asked, the towel discarded as she rested one hand on Nicole’s shoulder and gently pulled the tangles from her hair with the other.

“Yes, Mistress.” Nicole whispered with a soft hiccup. Waverly gently shushed her, rhythmically petting the trembling woman until her breathing evened back out.

“Would my little pet like to be taken care of?” Waverly’s voice was soothing, lulling Nicole into the semi-dropped state that she hadn’t allowed herself to be in for so long.

“Yes, Mistress. Please.” Nicole allowed her chin to be tilted upwards by slender fingers, gazing adoringly at the woman standing over her.

“What are you doing on Wednesday, pet?” Waverly asked, her quirked eyebrow confirming that there was only one correct answer.

“Whatever you have planned for me, Mistress.” Came the immediate reply, Nicole’s voice losing its tremor as she slipped fully into her submissive role.

“Such a good girl…” Waverly hummed approvingly as she gave Nicole her expected head pet and chin scratch. “You are mine on Wednesday. All day. You will do as I say, you will make your body available to me, and you will not leave my side. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nicole replied eagerly.

“Do you have any questions or hard limits?” Waverly checked, fully aware that much may have changed with Nicole’s comfort zone in the last 18 months.

Nicole went silent in thought, before turning her hopeful gaze back up to Waverly. “May I wear my collar tonight, Mistress?”

Waverly’s gaze softened into an indulgent smile. “Of course you may, little pet. Do you want to play tonight?”

Nicole had already reached under her pillow for the collar, the sight of it still tugging at Waverly’s heart. Nicole held it in her hands and gazed at it thoughtfully, the gears in her head clearly turning and weighing out the question.

“I…I think I’m too tired from the day, Mistress…” Nicole admitted apologetically. Waverly tilted her chin back up and placed a tender kiss on Nicole’s lips.

“You’re a very good girl for telling me what you want, pet. I’m so proud of you.” Waverly whispered against the seated woman’s lips. Nicole’s breath hitched in response, and Waverly bit back on any further praise.

Nicole wasn’t ready for that tonight. But she would be in a few days. 

Waverly stepped back, allowing Nicole space to recover her bearings, and picked up the discarded towel to deposit into the laundry hamper, one eye carefully watching her fiancée’s body-language as Nicole fidgeted with the collar in her hands.

Waverly finished tidying and stepped back over to stand in front of Nicole. 

“Is there something else you would like, pet?” Waverly inquired, fairly certain that she knew what Nicole wanted, but wanting to get the other woman back into the habit of vocalizing her wishes.

“…Will you put it on me, Mistress?” Nicole finally whispered to the ground, her body hunching slightly as if afraid to make the request. Knowing that Nicole was at her breaking point for the evening, Waverly needed to act immediately and decisively to prevent an oncoming spiral. She picked up Nicole’s pillow and set it on the ground before her feet.

“Kneel.” Came the firm command. Nicole’s tension immediately flowed out of her body as she took her once-familiar position at Waverly’s feet, holding out the collar in her hands.

Waverly took the collar from her and watched as Nicole rested her hands atop her thighs, head bowed and body thrumming with anticipation.

“Present.” Waverly ordered, keeping her instructions clear and simple, allowing Nicole to lose herself in the rules and boundaries that brought her comfort during their play sessions.

Nicole extended her neck out, gathering her hair in her hands over one shoulder and baring the back of her neck to Waverly. She slipped the collar around the offered neck, the familiar clinking of the buckle and the vibration of the leather causing the kneeling woman to relax beneath her hands. Once the collar was secured, any lingering tension seemed to flow out of Nicole with her next breath. Waverly once again ran her fingers through Nicole’s hair and then scratched under her chin, rewarding her for her request.

“May I hold you tonight, pet?” Waverly asked, her tone softening to soothe Nicole’s residual anxiety from the tense conversation. 

“Yes, Mistress.” Came the response as adoring brown eyes gazed up at her.

That night, they laid together in bed, Nicole’s head tucked under Waverly’s chin and their fingers intertwined on the smaller woman’s stomach. Waverly hummed absently as she gently rubbed and scratched Nicole’s back and listened to the exhausted woman’s soft snores, hazel eyes staring up at the ceiling as she thought.

Waverly was going to take Nicole to her limits in a few days, albeit in a very different way than her sub was used to. Their kinky lifestyle tended to lend itself more to impact play and humiliation, the pain and scolding giving Nicole the freedom to let go of her tightly-held control. To just exist as a loving pet, safe within clear rules and boundaries and comforted by the knowledge that Waverly will be there to take care of her in the aftermath.

Waverly needed to get Nicole to that catharsis without quite so much intensity and physical pain. After everything that her fiancée had been through in the past two years, Waverly just didn’t have the heart to indulge in their usual pain-play. To do so would leave both of them in a worse state, and Waverly was particularly concerned with how Nicole would view their usual form of play in the given circumstances. She knew that Nicole saw herself as a failure for everything that had happened while the others were trapped in the Garden, and the last thing Waverly wanted was to inadvertently reinforce the idea that Nicole had done anything worthy of punishment.

No, she needed to approach this differently. Nicole needed the safety of rules and the emotional catharsis, but Waverly needed to bring it about in a way that didn’t enforce the idea that her sub needed to be punished for the last 18 months. She needed to give Nicole the release that she needed in a way that made it clear that she was a good pet, and that her mistress was proud of her. And Waverly believed that she knew how best to approach this session. She just needed to make a solid plan for the day.

Waverly was a planner, after all.

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Waverly buzzed with barely-contained excitement as she flung the vegan pancakes onto the two plates she had set aside for Wynonna and Rachel. She willed herself to calm a bit before the duo wandered into the kitchen. Just because she WAS getting rid of them both for the day, didn’t mean she had to be too obvious about her excitement.

She finished plating the pancakes and set them on the table with a dish of butter, some maple syrup, and a pitcher of orange juice. She then grabbed the fresh pot of coffee and filled Wynonna and Rachel’s favorite mugs, adding some almond milk for Rachel and two spoonfuls of sugar for Wynonna. 

This definitely wasn’t bribery. Not at all. Waverly just wanted to make sure two of her favorite girls were fed before they left for the day.

Speak of the devils, Rachel wandered in with a barely-covered yawn just as Wynonna crashed in through the front door with her usual flair and grace. Rachel perked up immediately when she spotted the meal laid out on the table.

“Sweet! Pancakes!” She cheered as she slid into her seat and took the offered mug from Waverly. “Thanks Waverly, it smells great.”

“Yeah, thanks Babygirl.” Wynonna greeted as she slumped into her chair a bit more sedately. “Damn, you expecting to feed the whole town with this pile of food?”

“Nope! Just two of my favorite people!” Waverly chirped as she grabbed her own plate and joined them at the table.

“I can feel my pants tightening already…” Wynonna stared at the large stack before her in awe.

“Well, if it’s too much, I can help you out.” Rachel grinned as she half-crawled across the table with her fork out to steal a pancake. Wynonna snapped out of her food-daze and slapped the teenager’s hand away sharply.

“Back off, Smalldez, I know my limits.” Wynonna punctuated her statement by spearing the top pancake on her fork and cramming almost half of it into her mouth.

Waverly allowed herself an indulgent smile as she tucked into her own smaller stack and watched the two women bicker.

“Where’s Nicole?” Rachel asked through a mouthful of pancake and syrup.

“Gross! Chew your food, kid, I’m not giving you the Heimlich if you choke!” Wynonna tossed a wadded-up napkin at the girl, who swatted it out of the air with her hand.

“I know my limits!” Came the retort as Rachel grabbed her glass of orange juice and swallowed a mouthful to wash the food down. Once the choking hazard was cleared, dark eyes turned expectantly towards Waverly.

“She’s upstairs sleeping.” Waverly said. “It was a long night.”

“I heard her get up a few times. Everything okay?” Rachel asked, Wynonna going silent as she watched the exchange.

“Yeah. She kept wanting to check the traps and it took a while for her to remember that we don’t need them anymore.” Waverly explained, careful to keep her responses vague.

Really, Nicole hadn’t been sleeping well for the past few days, and her exhausted brain was stuck in survival mode. It had scared Waverly a bit, but she’d finally been able to talk Nicole back into the present and get her tucked into bed, where she immediately passed out and had barely moved for at least eight hours. The only thing that had roused her was when Waverly slipped out of the bed this morning to get ready for the day, her arms instinctively reaching out even in sleep to find her tiny fiancee. Waverly had quickly spritzed her pillow with her perfume and slid it into Nicole’s arms, calming the whimpering woman and easing her back into slumber.

On her way to the shower, Waverly had sent a text to Jeremy asking for an update on that BBD therapist, and she’d yet to get a reply nearly two hours later. She was starting to understand why Nicole had been so frosty with the tech nerd when they’d reunited.

Waverly shook the dark thoughts off and refocused on the women in front of her. She would deal with it later.

Fortunately, if Rachel was picking up on Waverly’s evasiveness, she was tactful enough to not say anything and refocus on her breakfast.

“So, you excited to get out into the city for the day, Rachel?” Waverly swiftly steered the conversation away from the elephant in the room. Rachel rolled her eyes and smirked through her next mouthful of pancakes.

“Oh yes, I’m ever so excited to go out of town with Wynonna for the entire day. Gosh, I sure do wonder why we’ve never done this before today?” Rachel teased as Waverly suddenly decided that the pancakes in front of her looked very interesting. “But, Wynonna was so insistent that I go with her today, so how on Earth could I have possibly said no?”

“Hey, if you’re that eager to kill the last of your childhood innocence, I can just leave you here.” Wynonna snarked as she sat back in her chair and sipped her coffee nonchalantly.

Rachel quickly paled. “Um, no! No, that’s fine, I wanna go with you today.”

Waverly briefly wondered if staying on the throne in the Garden would have really been that bad after all.

Finally, after almost physically pushing Wynonna and a still-snarking Rachel out the door, Waverly had a few moments of peace to finish her preparations. She opened the hallway closet and grabbed the large bag out of the back. Humming to herself, she opened the bag and began assembling the interlocking exercise mats in the living room. It amazed Waverly sometimes to know that most people didn’t think about their sub’s knees during playtime. The first time she had seen Nicole with bright red knees and a stiff gait for a day after a session, Waverly had immediately ordered foam mats for her best baby.

After ensuring a large enough area was covered in both the living room and the kitchen, Waverly pulled the toy box from its temporary hiding place under the couch and opened it up, scanning her eyes over the toys to decide what to use today. While her first instinct was always to plan every detail, Waverly had learned over time that sometimes spontaneity worked well when it came to topping Nicole. While firm rules and a good outline of planned activities were helpful, sometimes the best moments came when Waverly just “rolled with it” and dropped little surprises on Nicole.

Waverly shivered a bit as she recalled the time her flogger had accidentally hit Nicole’s clit, causing the older woman to nearly pass out from the force of her unexpected orgasm.

After setting her selection of toys aside, Waverly grabbed the weighted “feel better blanket” from the linen closet and draped it over the back of the couch. She then checked the fridge for the chocolate she had stashed in the back and put a few more bottles of water in to chill.

“Okay, aftercare kit is ready to go. Bubble bath stuff is upstairs. Aaaaaaaand…” Waverly practically danced her way upstairs to the bathroom and checked that the flannel pajamas she’d stashed under the sink were still there. “pajamas on standby. Perfect!”

She made her way back to the kitchen to grab the leftover pancake mix from the fridge. Nicole would likely be waking up soon, and Waverly wanted to make sure she was well-fed for her big day.

A few minutes into cooking, Waverly heard the sounds of Nicole moving around upstairs. Taking the pan off of the stove for a moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, centering herself and becoming what Nicole affectionately called “Queen Bitch Waverly”.

Eventually, Nicole wandered into the kitchen, her hair mussed and a yawn hidden behind one fist. Waverly bit back on the urge to squee and tackle-hug the woman currently looking around the empty kitchen with bleary eyes. Nicole was so fucking adorable when she was half-asleep and just a little helpless.

“Where’d everybody go?” Nicole asked, currently oblivious to the hard look Waverly was giving her. “I thought I heard Wynonna earli-”

“Are you in my presence without your collar, pet?” Waverly’s voice cut through Nicole’s questions, a clearly threatening undercurrent in her tone.

Nicole froze, her eyes wide and the sleep vanishing from her features. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to find a response to the question.

“I-” 

“And are you STANDING?” Waverly took a step towards Nicole, who quickly threw herself to her knees and dropped her head submissively.

“I’m sorry Mistress, I-” Nicole swallowed her next words as she felt a firm hand taking her by the back of the neck.

“I did not give you permission to speak, did I?” Waverly asked, her cold tone of voice evoking a shiver from the kneeling woman before her. Nicole shook her head, wisely choosing to stay silent. Waverly hummed with displeasure before pressing against the back of her pet’s neck, forcing Nicole’s left cheek to the floor and raising her pajama-clad ass into a tempting position.

“Don’t. Move.” Came the firm command as Waverly released Nicole’s neck and straightened to her full height. Waverly watched Nicole carefully as she moved into the living room and picked up the lexan paddle.

Waverly paused to take a few deep breaths. She was about to walk a very fine line, and she needed to stay confident and sure in her next steps. Nicole would be suspicious if there was no impact play, and Waverly needed her to be fully immersed in her subspace for the surprises she had in store for later. She needed to be the cold, firm Mistress that Nicole expected, but she needed to be very careful not to overdo it and send her pet into another guilt spiral.

Waverly closed her eyes and calmed the butterflies in her stomach. She wouldn’t have to spank Nicole too much. Just enough to make an impression and get the woman into the right headspace. She straightened her shoulders and returned to the kitchen, inwardly pleased to see that Nicole had not moved from the position Waverly had forced her into.

“So you can follow instructions, after all.” Waverly mused in a disinterested voice. She walked up to Nicole’s side, the paddle lazily slapping against her left palm as she circled the prone woman. She stopped in front of Nicole’s face and looked down at her.

“Do you have something to say to me?” Waverly asked.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” Came the immediate reply. “I disrespected your authority, and I need correction for my behavior.”

“Yes, you do.” Waverly agreed as she stepped behind Nicole and slipped her free hand under the waistband of her pajama pants. “And I will give you that correction. Do you know why, pet?”

Nicole swallowed as she felt the cool air of the room on her now-bare ass and her hair being tangled in Waverly’s fingers.

“Because pets who misbehave need to be reminded of their place.” Waverly hummed in the affirmative as she began to rub the flat side of the paddle against the pale ass beneath her.

“You will get twenty spanks, pet. Five for speaking out of turn, five for standing without permission, and ten for being in my presence without your collar.” Nicole’s legs quivered in anticipation as the cool acrylic rubbed against her bottom. “You will thank me when your punishment is over. Tell me our safe words before we begin.”

“Green to continue, yellow to pause and discuss, red to stop a specific thing, cappuccino to start aftercare immediately.” Nicole recited without pause, causing Waverly’s heart to swell with pride. Her good little pet.

“Color?”

“Green, Mistress.”

The spanking was lighter than Nicole probably expected, but Waverly wasn’t going to go all-out with a lexan paddle without a good warmup beforehand. Still, Nicole couldn’t help the small gasps and grunts that escaped her as the paddle smacked against her flesh, leaving behind a deep sting and pink-stained skin. Waverly concentrated on her form, making sure the spanks were solely in the wrist to prevent it from being too much too fast. She did allow just a bit of bend in her elbow on the last three, however; pulling full on yelps from the prone woman’s lips as she finished the spanking.

“Th-thank you for c-correcting me, Mistress.” Nicole gasped as she worked to regain her breath after the final, slightly harder spank. Waverly released her grip on the red hair and started sliding her fingers through it soothingly as she waited for Nicole to catch her breath.

“Now, I want you to go upstairs, dress yourself appropriately, and then prepare for our day together.” Waverly commanded as she set the paddle aside and gently rubbed the sting from Nicole’s bottom. “When you come back, you will eat breakfast, and we will begin. Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes Mistress.” Nicole answered as her body relaxed under the now gentle touch. Waverly patted her bottom and stood to return to the stove and finish making pancakes.

Waverly forced her eyes to remain on the stove as Nicole staggered up the stairs. She listened as her pet used the bathroom and then moved to the bedroom to change out of her pajamas and grab her collar. By the time Nicole returned to the kitchen and dropped to her knees at Waverly’s side, the pancakes were finished and Waverly had plated a hearty stack.

Waverly’s eyes drifted to the woman at her feet, roaming appreciatively over the nude body on display. She spotted the collar resting on Nicole’s thighs.

“Would you like to ask me for something, pet?” Waverly asked.

“Mistress, will you put my collar on me, please?” Came the immediate request.

Waverly silently reached her hand down and held it out expectantly, and Nicole placed her collar into the outstretched hand. Red hair was pulled to the side to bare her neck before Waverly slipped the collar onto her pet and secured it.

“Is that comfortable?” Waverly checked as she cradled Nicole’s chin and gently tilted it upwards.

“Yes Mistress.” 

“Not too tight or loose?”

“No Mistress.”

“Good. Tell me immediately if anything feels wrong. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Waverly carded her fingers through Nicole’s hair before tickling under her chin. “Good girl. Come.”

Waverly picked up the plate of pancakes before crossing to the dining table, Nicole following behind on her hands and knees. She set the plate at the end of the table and pulled out the waiting chair.

Nicole couldn’t fight the blush as she noticed the towel that had been preemptively draped over the seat of the chair.

“Sit and eat, pet. I want you to finish at least two pancakes.” Waverly ordered before stepping out into the laundry room and leaving Nicole to her meal.

Hurrying into the laundry room and tucking herself out of sight, Waverly rubbed her hands together quickly to relieve some of her nervous energy. Adrenaline, arousal, and anxiety swirled throughout her body as she slipped out of her leggings and oversized sweater and grabbed her chosen outfit off of the nearby hanger.

Waverly took some calming breaths as she slipped into the stockings and garter belt. She always got like this just before a scene really started. The anticipation of playing with her sub, combined with the arousal of having such a strong woman submitting to her and the anxiety of not wanting to truly harm her love often left the smaller woman having to pause and calm herself before she could begin. It didn’t escape Waverly’s notice that her nerves seemed to be worse than normal today.

Waverly checked herself in the mirror and nodded with a hum of satisfaction. After some debate, she unbuttoned the top two buttons on the smart white blouse before smoothing the black skirt with her hands and brushing off any traces of lint. She stepped into her heels as she tied her hair up into a bun to keep it out of the way.

“Yeah, definitely cutting it all off…” Waverly muttered as she wrangled all of her hair into the bun. She applied some red lipstick and looked herself in the eyes as she stared into the mirror.

“You are Mistress. You are in control. You are going to fuck her silly.” Waverly recited the words to herself before every scene, the ritual her own form of reassurance before she went into full dom mode and gave her pet the attention she needed. She felt the cool calm of her topspace take over as her posture straightened. Head up, shoulders back, in complete control, Mistress Waverly stepped out of the laundry room and ran her eyes over her plaything’s body.

Nicole glanced over towards Waverly, but quickly averted her eyes and refocused on her half-eaten pancakes. Waverly crossed the room and slipped her fingers into the long red hair in front of her.

“Is it good, pet?” Waverly asked as she lightly scratched Nicole’s scalp.

“Yes Mistress, thank you.” Nicole purred under her attention. “I don’t think I can eat any more, Mistress.”

Waverly glanced at the plate and saw that Nicole had eaten a little less than half of the pancakes and drained all of the orange juice from the glass. After mulling it over for a few moments, she decided not to press it.

“Alright, pet. You are to tell me immediately if you feel hungry before lunch, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl.” Waverly ran her fingers through Nicole’s hair and tickled under her chin before grabbing the plate and glass from the table and turning towards the sink. “Come.”

Nicole slipped to the floor on her hands and knees and followed behind Waverly as she carried the dishes to the sink. Waverly hummed a tune as she washed the dishes and felt Nicole’s face gently rub and press against the side of her leg as her pet sat quietly and waited for her to finish. After drying her hands, Waverly bent a bit to cradle Nicole’s face and press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Such a pretty little pet.” Waverly mumbled against her lips. “Come, we have some behavior to correct.”

Grabbing the paddle from the counter, Waverly crossed the kitchen to the living room and turned to watch Nicole follow along on her hands and knees. There was a bit of nervousness coloring her pale features, but Nicole was clearly sliding into the correct mindset for the day: obedient and trusting. 

Just how Waverly wanted her.

Waverly grabbed Nicole’s kneeling pillow from the couch and tossed it onto the floor before her chair.

“Sit.” Waverly clicked her fingers and pointed to the pillow where Nicole immediately knelt, head bowed and palms resting on her thighs. Waverly sat in her chair and crossed her legs, the paddle resting on her knee. “Do you know why you need correction today, pet?”

Nicole fidgeted as she struggled to figure out what she had done wrong. Waverly, never one to let her pet stew in uncertainty, gave her the answer.

“Did you do something without discussing it with Mistress first?” Waverly led with a slightly gentler tone than she would normally use in this situation. She needed to be very careful not to spook Nicole right now.

Realization washed over Nicole’s features. “…yes Mistress. I drowned myself to break Margo’s curse.”

“And why do I need to correct you for that?” Waverly prodded.

Nicole’s face crumbled. “Because it didn’t even work. I should have just let you and Wynonna take care of it. I’m so fucking stupi-”

“Stop that.” Waverly firmly commanded. “Don’t you dare finish that word.”

Nicole breathed as if she wanted to continue, but her training won out and she quieted down. Waverly performed the expected head pet/chin scratch to reward her.

“I would never correct you for trying to save us, pet. You were very brave and strong to do what you did. I need to correct you because you didn’t talk to Mistress before you did it.” Waverly continued to pet Nicole as her shoulders slumped. “I don’t appreciate being handcuffed to a bed and left to worry while my pet puts herself through something like that. Even if I don’t agree with what you’re doing, I will always want to be there to comfort you when you’re scared or hurt.”

Nicole’s head drifted forward to rest against Waverly’s knee as she continued to pet and scratch her scalp. “I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you, Mistress.”

“I know you are, pet. And I know you’ll do better in the future.” Waverly watched Nicole’s body language carefully as she said her next words. “Because good girls are always honest with their Mistress, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nicole nodded against her knee.

“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Nicole froze.

“...I…What?”

Waverly had gone off-script, and Nicole wasn’t used to improvising. She wasn’t a “good girl” until she had been corrected. That was the whole point of correction, right?

Waverly kept her hand steady as she continued to stroke the red hair before her. “I said you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Nicole pulled her head back from Waverly’s knee and looked at the floor with confused eyes.

“Why are you-”

Waverly swiftly cut her off with a hand on the back of her head, fingers threading through long hair and applying the slightest bit of pressure as she tilted Nicole’s head up to meet her eyes.

“I expect an answer, pet.” Waverly said with a hint of warning in her tone. “You. are. my. good. girl. aren’t you?”

“Y…yes, Mistress?” Nicole replied with some hesitation as she looked up with wide, questioning eyes.

Waverly hummed in approval as released her hold and slid her hand soothingly through Nicole’s hair before giving her the usual chin-tickle. It wasn’t the confident response that she wanted, but Waverly reasoned that she had all day to get Nicole to that point.

“That’s right. You’re my good girl. And I expect you to behave like the good girl you are. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Nicole replied with a little more certainty.

“Over my lap, pet.”

Spankings were probably Waverly’s favorite thing. There were so many things about it to love. The weight of a body over her lap. The sight of reddening skin. The occasional gasps and whimpers when she caught just right on the junction between ass and thigh. She loved all of it. And she especially loved when it was Nicole’s weight over her lap; Nicole’s skin reddening; Nicole’s gasps and whimpers as Waverly methodically warmed her ass.

Waverly Earp could happily spend the rest of her life with Nicole Haught over her knee.

She slid her free hand up Nicole’s bare back and tangled her fingers in long red hair, lifting her head a bit so she could see Nicole’s face. She paused the spanking and rubbed the pink bottom over her lap.

“Color?”

“Green, Mistress.”

Waverly hummed in acknowledgement and released her grip before continuing, her smacks steadily gaining force. Nicole began to squirm and whimper as the heat slowly built, and Waverly responded by pressing down more firmly on the writhing woman’s back to hold her still. Waverly fully intended to keep this punishment more on the light side, but she was certainly going to make her point before she finished. Though she had let go of her anger at Nicole’s actions a while ago, Waverly still couldn’t get the helpless fury that she had felt in the moment out of her mind. Had Jeremy not been there, she would have threatened Nicole with the bottom-blistering of her life if she didn’t come back and uncuff her immediately.

Waverly paused and set aside the paddle for a moment. She rubbed the upturned ass before her as she breathed deeply through her nose, both to give her pet a short break and to calm her emotions. Waverly had certainly left some marks before in the name of their shared kinks, but one thing she always swore to never do was spank Nicole in anger. After a few more calming breaths, Waverly picked up the paddle and resumed the spanking with a bit more force. A few minutes of steady spanks later, Waverly decided that Nicole had had enough.

“You’re a good girl, pet.” Waverly murmured as she set the paddle aside and rubbed the now pinkened bottom over her lap, giving Nicole a few minutes to calm her breathing. “I’m very proud of you for taking your spanking so well.”

“Th-thank you, Mistress.” Nicole sniffled a bit as her breathing evened out. Waverly gently guided her back to her knees on the pillow and gently took Nicole’s chin in her hand and lifted her face.

“Why did I spank you, pet?” Waverly asked, her voice firm yet loving.

“Because I handcuffed you to the bed and left you to drown myself.” Nicole replied shakily, a stray tear rolling down her face.

“And why was that behavior unacceptable?” Waverly prompted as she gently wiped the tear away with her thumb.

“Because Mistress loves me, and she would rather be with me while I do something she doesn’t agree with.”

“And you understand that your spanking was not for doing what you needed to do to save us.” Waverly clarified. “Your spanking was for handcuffing me to the bed and leaving me to worry about you.” 

Nicole nodded, properly chastised.

“Now that you’ve been corrected, what does that mean?” Waverly asked.

“It means that I’ve paid for my actions, I’m forgiven, and I don’t need to carry the guilt anymore.” Nicole said, looking up at Waverly with those expressive brown eyes that she loved so dearly. Waverly nodded approvingly and leaned down to give her pet a gentle kiss.

“Good girl.” She whispered against Nicole’s lips. “Now. Your punishment is over. How about we have a little fun for the rest of the day. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.” Nicole replied, her eyes lighting up in a mixture of excitement and arousal. Waverly carded her fingers through Nicole’s hair and stood as her fingers drifted to tickle under her chin.

“Come along then, pet.” Waverly called as she made her way to the couch, Nicole following obediently behind. “Let’s see how much pleasure I can wring out of you today…”

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“That’s a good pet.” Waverly praised the woman happily lapping between her thighs. “Mmmmmm, that’s it. Show your mistress what you’re made for.”

Waverly ran her fingers through Nicole’s hair, her other hand holding the book that she was pretending to read as Nicole’s tongue explored her pussy. Waverly had slipped one of her shoes off and was now resting the heel of her foot on Nicole’s ass to hold herself open.

“I don’t know why I bother letting you wear clothes.” Waverly husked to the eager little pet. “I should just keep you naked and collared every day. Just lead you around on your leash until I decide that my cunt needs a good licking to take the edge off.”

Nicole moaned in response, pussy-drunk and reveling in her subspace as Waverly fanned the flames of their mutual fantasy.

“Does that make you horny, pet?” Slender fingers tightened and gently pulled at red hair. “The thought of being my personal pussy-licker? My little toy, made just for my pleasure?”

Nicole nodded against her cunt, her tongue starting to speed up as the redhead lost herself in Waverly’s words.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Waverly warned, tugging Nicole away from her pussy with a rough pull of her hair. She tilted Nicole’s face up to look at her. “Did I tell you to make me cum, pet?”

“No, Mistress.” Nicole replied, dazed and eager to get back into Waverly’s cunt.

“Mind your manners, pet.” Waverly warned before guiding Nicole’s mouth back to where they both wanted it to be. “I’d hate to have to whip you today just because you can’t control yourself.”

The redhead couldn’t contain her moan as she resumed her slow exploration, taking care to obey and keep her licks soft and gentle.

“Mmmmm, much better.” Waverly whispered as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feel of Nicole’s tongue between her thighs. 

I swear, this woman was put on Earth for the sole purpose of licking pussy. Waverly mused as she slid her fingers through her pet’s hair. She smirked a bit to herself at the thought, wondering if there was such a thing as an Angel of Cunnilingus.

A few moments of Heaven later, Waverly checked her watch.

Almost two hours in. I’d better wrap this up so she can get a break. Waverly set the book aside and gripped Nicole’s head in both hands.

“Do you want to make me cum, pet?” Waverly husked as she petted the submissive woman at her feet. Nicole moaned and nodded, eager brown eyes looking up at Waverly pleadingly.

Waverly sighed, as if being given an orgasm was a magnanimous favor that she was bestowing upon her pet. “I suppose I’ll let you, then. Get to it, you eager little thing.”

Now granted permission, Nicole attacked Waverly’s pussy like a starved animal, sliding her tongue deep inside to curl against her mistress’s front wall before sliding it back out to rub and caress Waverly’s clit. Waverly struggled to control her breathing, doing everything she could to keep up the air of the disinterested Mistress, only granting a favor to her precocious little pet.

“That’s right, pet, lick my pussy.” Waverly goaded her on, her hips starting to rock against Nicole’s mouth. “Show your mistress how much you love pleasing her. Worship me. Make me cum.”

Waverly’s breath came in quicker and shorter gasps as she rocked her cunt into the mouth eagerly servicing her, the pleasure coiling deep in her core, just on the edge of finally snapping. Waverly groaned as she held Nicole’s head firmly in her hands, keeping her still while she rocked herself against her face.

“Yessss, that’s it, pet. Hold still while I use you…like the little pet that you are…here for my pleasure…” Waverly’s words petered off into a low moan as she shuddered her orgasm against the willing mouth that eagerly lapped up her juices. Waverly relaxed into a slump against the couch as she watched Nicole lick her clean.

“Enough.” She ordered as she firmly pulled Nicole’s head away by her hair, delighting in the pitiful whimper she received in return. “You take what I give you and nothing more. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Nicole whimpered, looking up at her apologetically. “I’m sorry Mistress.”

“I’m sure you are.” Waverly mused as she looked down her nose at Nicole’s cum-stained face. “And just look at the mess you’ve made of yourself. Honestly, can you at least try to behave like you have some manners?”

Waverly gave a dramatic sigh as she gathered her juices off of Nicole’s chin with the flat of her fingers.

“I suppose if you want to wear my cum so badly, then I can oblige you.” She growled as she raked her hand across Nicole’s face, smearing her juices all over before pushing the kneeling woman away to land with a soft ‘thud’ on her bottom. Grabbing her book from the end table, Waverly lounged back into a relaxed pose on the couch. “Just stay down there, on the floor, where you belong.”

“Yes Mistress.” Nicole husked, her brown eyes almost black with lust as she struggled to control her trembling body.

Waverly forced herself to keep her eyes on her book, appearing every inch the disinterested owner while Nicole panted with lust just within the corner of her vision. After a few (very difficult) minutes, Waverly glanced over and gave a long-suffering sigh.

 “Oh, for God’s sake, now what do you want?” Waverly asked, her voice taking on an annoyed timber.

“Please…” Nicole whimpered as her hips rocked ever so slightly, an unconscious manifestation of her overwhelming need. “Please Mistress…”

“Ugh, typical.” Waverly rolled her eyes as if Nicole’s desperate rocking wasn’t stirring her deep within her pussy. “Give your pet an inch, and suddenly they think they deserve every mile. I’ve fed you, I’ve corrected you, I’ve allowed you to lick my pussy, and still you want more?”

Nicole crawled forward, turning her big brown eyes up to Waverly with that pleading look that she knew her mistress could never resist. Leaning forward, she tenderly rubbed her cheek against Waverly’s knee, showering her with affection while never breaking eye-contact.

“Please Mistress?” Nicole begged, her voice shaking as she pleaded for release.

Waverly breathed out through her nose, arching her brow and setting her mouth in a firm line as though she was debating whether or not to grant Nicole’s request. “I suppose you *have* been a good girl today…”

Nicole struggled to contain herself, desperately fighting the urge to just pounce on Waverly and ride her fingers until she passed out. Waverly raked her eyes over the nude body in front of her, realizing that she could use this to further her long-term goals for the day…

“Have you, pet?” Waverly asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

Nicole blinked and gazed at her blankly. “Have I…w-what?”

Waverly rolled her eyes as though she were speaking to a particularly slow child. “Have you been a good girl?”

“I…um…” Nicole’s eyes began to shift from lust to confusion. Thinking quickly, Waverly raised her foot and pressed her stocking-clad toes against Nicole’s dripping pussy, cutting off the woman’s thought process and pulling a deep moan of need from her.

“I asked you a question, pet.” Waverly growled. “I expect an answer. Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes! Yes Mistress!” Nicole sobbed, struggling to keep from rocking against the foot pressed against her cunt.

“Yes, what?” Waverly prodded, determined to get the magic words out of her.

“Yes Mistress, I’ve been a good girl!” Nicole responded, ready to say anything if it meant she could finally cum.

Waverly hummed with approval, her hand sliding through Nicole’s hair before scratching under her chin in reward. Her voice softened as she allowed her gaze to shift from stern to loving for a few moments. “Yes you have. You’ve been a very good girl today.”

Hardening her face again, Waverly returned to her laid back posture and straightened out her leg, slipping between Nicole’s thighs but careful not to allow her shin to make contact.

“Well? Go ahead.” Waverly prompted as she returned her gaze to her book. “You want to cum so badly, I’ll permit you one orgasm for now.”

Nicole’s brow furrowed as she stared up at Waverly in confusion. “M-Mistress? Will you-”

“No.” Waverly cut her off with a firm voice. “You want to cum so badly? Then you can do it yourself. I only have so much patience for greedy little pets.”

Nicole’s face went red as she realized what Waverly wanted from her, but the burning need to cum overrode all other thoughts. And honestly, the humiliation of being made to get herself off while Waverly pretended to ignore her was definitely doing it for the lust-addled woman, so she was willing to roll with it.

Repositioning herself, Nicole spread her knees and lowered her throbbing pussy onto the leg beneath her. Swallowing a sob of relief as she finally got some friction where she most desperately needed it, Nicole began to rock back and forth against Waverly’s leg. Her head lowered to Waverly’s knee as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the delicious rub of the stockings against her sensitive clit.

Waverly, meanwhile, was staring wide-eyed at probably the most erotic image she’d ever seen in her entire life. She raked her hungry eyes over Nicole’s gyrating body as she felt her pet panting open-mouthed against her knee, whining so beautifully with every gasp as she threw aside her dignity and humped Waverly’s leg without a single care as to how she looked.

Fuuuuuck, I am so glad I went with this idea… Waverly thought as she watched Nicole rock faster and faster against her leg. Her breathing now coming in short pants as she chased her orgasm.

“Mistress…” Nicole sobbed against her knee as she rocked. “Mistress, please, can I-”

“I already said that you could, pet.” Waverly cut her off, struggling to keep the annoyed tone of voice as she spoke. “Now get it over with before I change my mind.”

“Yes Mistress!” Nicole huffed as her hips sped up. Waverly would have been concerned about friction burn, but as wet as Nicole was currently making her leg, she decided the risk was negligible.

Nicole’s arms suddenly wrapped around the leg beneath her in a python-like grip as she released a long groan and twitched against Waverly’s shin. Erratically jerking her hips forward and back, she sobbed in gratitude to the woman above her as she rode out her orgasm.

“Thank you!” Nicole gasped against her knee as her movements slowed before her body finally went limp against Waverly’s leg. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

Nicole whispered her gratitude like a prayer as she kissed and nuzzled Waverly’s knee with all the affection her exhausted body could muster. Unconsciously, her hips slowly began to rock again, one orgasm just not quite cutting it after being teased all morning long.

“Hey! No!” Waverly sternly gripped Nicole by her hair and pulled her away from her leg, tossing her to the floor. “I gave you permission to have one orgasm, not to hump my leg all day like a bitch in heat.”

“I…I’m sorry Mistress.” Nicole gasped, her brain still fuzzy with post-orgasm haze. She forced herself back onto her hands and knees and nuzzled Waverly’s leg apologetically. “I’m sorry. Thank you for letting me cum, Mistress.”

“Enough.” Waverly replied airily, as if she were bored of Nicole’s attentions. “You’ve already gotten your orgasm, any more of your simpering and I’ll start to think you’re just telling me what you think I want to hear.”

Nicole swallowed any further apologies and continued rubbing her cheek against Waverly’s knee like an affectionate puppy. Waverly slipped her hand into Nicole’s hair and softly scratched her scalp, rewarding the woman with the gentle affection that she always craved after an orgasm.

Waverly huffed in annoyance as her back strained with the effort of reaching down to pet Nicole. 

“You’re too low to the ground, pet.” She said before patting the space on the couch beside her. “Come on. Up.”

Nicole looked up with blatant confusion on her features. “But, Mistress, I’m not allowed on the-”

“Did I ask for your opinion, pet?” Waverly cut her off with a stern look. “Unless you think you’re too good for the kindness I’m extending to you…”

“No Mistress!” Nicole scrambled to correct herself as she climbed onto the couch. “I’m sorry! Thank you for letting me sit beside you.”

“Sit? Hardly.” Waverly scoffed as if Nicole had just told a very silly joke. “Lay down. And try to keep your pretty little mouth shut. I would like to have some measure of peace today.”

Nicole barely bit back the reflexive apology that she wanted to give, curling up obediently beside her mistress. Bravely, she slowly extended her neck and rested her head on Waverly’s lap, nervous brown eyes looking up hopefully at the disinterested woman reading her book. Fortunately, Waverly didn’t comment on Nicole’s silent request for affection, merely running her free hand through her hair and along her body. Nicole relaxed into a gentle lull as she eagerly drank in the gentle touches and soft scratches, feeling every inch the beloved pet that she was.

Waverly kept one eye on Nicole as the curled-up woman relaxed and went limp beside her, finally dozing into a light sleep. Grabbing her phone, Waverly set a quiet alarm for thirty minutes from now. Just long enough to give Nicole a bit of much-needed rest before their games continued.

In the meanwhile, Waverly occupied herself by running her hand through silky hair and over soft skin. Delicately mapping out every inch of her pet’s body as she slept.

Chirp, chirp…chirp, chirp…

Waverly picked up her phone and shut off the alarm. She was loathe to wake Nicole up, considering how little sleep the redhead got, but she knew her pet would want to continue the day. Besides, if all went well, Nicole would be sleeping like a rock tonight.

“Wake up, darling.” Waverly whispered as she leaned over and gently kissed Nicole awake, peppering her face until the taller woman stirred. “Come on baby, it’s time to take a break.”

Nicole grunted in the affirmative before sitting up and stretching her arms high above her head, causing her breasts to rise and abs to tighten rather delightfully in front of Waverly’s appreciative eyes.

“Mmph…sorry…” Nicole murmured as she blinked the sleep away. Waverly shushed her and gave her a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Shhhh, no sorry’s.” Waverly soothed as she patted the other woman’s leg. “You needed some rest. Now, upstairs with you. Use the bathroom, stretch, and I’ll get you some water. When you get back down here, we’ll continue. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful.” Nicole replied, accepting Waverly’s butterfly kisses. “Thank you baby, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet pet.” Waverly smiled with a saucy wink. “Now, upstairs! Don’t make me spank you again.” She punctuated her teasing threat with a small smack to Nicole’s rear, giggling at the small yelp the woman let out as she hurried up the stairs.

Waverly slipped her other shoe off and padded into the kitchen. The heels were sexy as hell and she could rock that footwear all day long, but damn if they weren’t awkward to navigate on foam mats. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and filled up one of the reusable water bottles they kept on-hand for playtime. She also cut a few strawberries into a small bowl. Nicole would probably need a snack by now.

Waverly returned to the couch as she listened to Nicole putter about upstairs. She slipped  her shoes back on and relaxed, eyes trained on the top of the steps for Nicole’s return. When the tall woman finally reappeared on the stairs, Waverly was pleased to see that her knees weren’t red and her gait was relaxed and smooth.

Waverly crooked her finger at Nicole with a gentle smile. “Come here, pet. I have a little treat for you.”

Nicole’s eyes lit up as she softly dropped back to her hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way to Waverly, stopping to give the top of her shoe a tender kiss as she reached the brunette’s feet.

“Hmmm…little tease…” Waverly muttered, her eyes darkening at the submissive gesture.

Nicole looked up with all the innocence she could muster, feeling a little braver now that she’d had some couch privileges. 

Waverly slowly moved her other shoe into Nicole’s path. “Well, you may as well give the other the same treatment.”

“Maybe I could get my treat first, Mistress?” Nicole replied, a bratty little smile tugging at her lips.

Waverly quirked an eyebrow in response.

Well. That simply wouldn’t do.

Waverly’s smirk was downright evil as she held a piece of strawberry just out of reach. Nicole, realizing that she might have pushed just a bit too far, eyed the fruit nervously.

“Well? Come and get your treat, pet…” The unspoken threat hung between them.

Screwing up her courage, Nicole inched her way forward, stretching her neck out to take the strawberry in her mouth. Waverly slowly moved the fruit further away, luring Nicole until she was just in front of where Waverly sat…

Nicole yelped in pain and shock when Waverly’s hand tangled in her hair and dragged her forward, throwing the kneeling woman off-balance and sending her tumbling forward, her face on the ground and her ass high in the air. Waverly held her firmly to the ground with one strong arm while her other swung back and came crashing down onto her pussy, pulling a full out shriek from the now-wriggling woman.

Waverly set her knee across the back of Nicole’s shoulders, careful not to put too much pressure on the prone woman. Just enough to make her feel trapped and helpless.

“You want to be a brat?” Waverly growled as her hand clapped against Nicole’s writhing pussy. “You think just because you got a little time on the couch that you’re suddenly calling the shots around here?”

“No, Mistress!” Nicole cried beneath her.

“You think you’re too good for the privileges I grant you?!” Waverly flattened her hand and made sure to catch Nicole’s clit on the next rapid strikes.

“No, Mistress!” Came the scream as Nicole desperately tried to get away from the cruel hand.

Waverly gave her a few more stinging slaps, before pausing to push her middle and ring fingers into her pussy. Nicole yelped and whined as Waverly lifted her ass further up, her feet scrabbling for purchase as Waverly held her up like she weighed nothing.

The fluttering of Nicole’s cunt and the small gush of juices didn’t go unnoticed by either woman. 

“Who does this pussy belong to?!” Waverly demanded.

“Y-You, Mistress!” Nicole gasped as she drooled onto the mat beneath her face. Waverly released her grip on red tresses and stood to her full height, her fingers still deep inside her pet’s twitching cunt.

“And when your Mistress tells you to do something, what do you do?” Waverly didn’t know how she managed to keep her voice even and harsh as she watched her fiancee struggle to hold herself up on fingertips and toes.

“I obey, Mistress!” Face red with exertion, blunt nails trying to dig into unyielding foam.

“Do we need a second trip over Mistress’s knee to drive the point home?” Slender fingers curled, drawing a howl from deep within Nicole’s chest.

“No, Mistress!” Arms and legs trembling with effort. “I’m sorry, Mistress!”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Waverly’s nostrils flared as she breathed through the burn that was beginning to build in her arm.

“Yes, Mistress!” Nicole frantically nodded her head.

“Yes,” Waverly raised her free arm and brought it down hard on Nicole’s ass “WHAT?!”

“YES, MISTRESS, I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL!” Nicole sobbed, doing everything she could to convey her submission through her voice.

Waverly pulled her fingers free and let Nicole drop to the mat. She briskly walked to the kitchen, grabbing a small towel before returning to the trembling woman currently curled up on the floor. 

“Color?” Waverly asked, her voice losing all the cold harshness in an instant.

“Green.” Nicole’s response was immediate and sure.

Fuck, you’re so amazing, baby. Waverly thought as she sat back on the couch, wiping her hand dry with the towel as she feigned disinterest in the whimpering woman at her feet.

Secretly, Waverly was delighted to see Nicole acting out a little bit. The older woman didn’t often play the brat, though she could when the mood struck. The fact that she felt comfortable enough to misbehave now meant that Nicole felt safe, which reassured Waverly that she could continue with the plan for today. But she knew she needed to start heading for the big finish, as she wasn’t sure how much more Nicole would be up for today. And she wanted to ensure they had plenty of time for aftercare before Wynonna and Rachel got home.

Nicole slowly pulled herself to her hands and knees and crawled back over to Waverly, lowering her head to kiss the other shoe before hugging the other woman’s leg and rubbing her face affectionately into her knee.

“Well now,” Waverly mused as she petted Nicole’s head indulgently. “look how quickly her behavior changes with a little correction. I take it you’re done with your little rebellious attitude?”

Nicole nodded into her leg.

“Do you want to be my good girl now?” Waverly gently scratched her blunt nails against Nicole’s scalp, eliciting a soft purr.

“Yes, Mistress.” Came the slightly slurred response.

“Good.” Waverly leaned forward and tilted Nicole’s chin up with her fingers, noting the slightly unfocused look as the other woman drifted in and out of her subspace. “Because Mistress doesn’t like it when her pet doesn’t behave herself. Especially because I know what a good girl you are. I just want you to behave like the good girl that I know you are.”

Waverly leaned forward and gave her pet gentle kisses. “You just want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

“G…Good girl…” Nicole looked up at her with a dazed look, completely dropped and pliant.

“That’s right, baby.” Waverly praised as she caressed Nicole’s face with gentle hands. “My good girl. My good, strong, sweet, brave girl. Who I’m so proud of.”

Nicole hummed in response, feeling like a balloon softly floating and bumping against the ceiling.

“Come here, good girl.” Waverly coaxed as she stood, sliding her finger into the o-ring of Nicole’s collar and leading her over to the ottoman that sat nearby. “Mistress is gonna give you your reward. Gonna show you what a good girl you are.”

Nicole allowed herself to be led to and draped over the ottoman, her mind floating along in her subspace as she listened to Waverly’s soothing tone of voice. In the back of her mind, she barely registered her pelvis being lifted and a pillow being slipped underneath her, leaving her pussy on display for Waverly to use as she saw fit.

The thought of being embarrassed never crossed her mind. Mistress was here. Mistress would protect her. Mistress would take care of her. Because she was a good girl. Mistress said she was. Mistress would never lie to Nicole, so it must be true…

“...’m a good girl…” Nicole murmured into the ottoman, much to Waverly’s delight. Now strapped up with Nicole’s favorite dildo attached, the smaller woman gently trailed her nails along the soft skin laid out before her.

“That’s right, sweet girl.” Waverly praised as she gently rubbed her cock between Nicole’s pussy lips. “You’re a good girl. You’re my good girl. Can you say you’re a good girl for me?”

“I’m a good girl…” Came the dazed reply as Nicole obeyed, all shame and anxiety gone from her voice.

“That’s my girl.” Waverly cooed as she slid her cock into the waiting pussy beneath her, one hand resting on Nicole’s hip while the other firmly clamped over her shoulder. “My resilient, loving, demon-fighting, badass girl.”

Waverly began to thrust, drawing sweet whines and moans that caused her heart to hurt from how much she loved this woman.

“My good girl. Who never gave up on us. Who always takes care of us. Who’s always there to catch us when we get knocked down. Who puts up with all of our crap because you’re just that amazing and perfect, and we’re so lucky to have you in our lives.”

Nicole started to tremble, and Waverly looked up to see tears running down the woman’s cheeks. She took a deep breath. No turning back now.

“My good girl. Who never takes Wynonna’s shit when she’s being self-destructive. Who made Jeremy feel safe with us. Who had faith in Doc when the rest of us didn’t. Who took in a teenager you didn’t know because you never turn away someone in need.” Waverly swallowed thickly as she fought to keep the quiver out of her voice. “Who took care of us when we lost Dolls…”

She let go of Nicole’s hip and slid her hand down to start rubbing her clit in steady circles.

“Who I gave up the throne of Heaven for. Because I couldn’t bear to see a world without you by my side.” Waverly began to thrust faster as her fingers rubbed Nicole’s clit in tighter and faster circles. “Who I’m so lucky I found. Who gave me the most amazing gift I ever could have asked for: your love and submission.”

“W…Wave…” Nicole’s voice was shaky as her hand groped about for something to cling to. Waverly slipped her free hand into Nicole’s and held them on the small of the woman’s back, tethering the sub as she took her increasingly powerful thrusts.

“Can you say it for me, sweet girl?” Waverly prodded. “Can you tell Mistress that you’re a good girl?”

“I’m a good girl.” Nicole slurred as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“That’s it.” Waverly thrusted faster. “Say it again.”

“I’m a good girl.” Nicole replied with more confidence.

“Again.”

“I’m a good girl.”

“Again!”

“I’m a good girl!”

“Keep going baby. Keep saying it.” Waverly began to pant from the exertion. “You’re doing so good for me, keep going.”

“I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl.” Nicole began to chant mindlessly, her voice cracking as Waverly angled herself to thrust against her g-spot. All the while, the speed of Waverly’s thrusts continued to build.

Waverly felt the twitching of Nicole’s pussy through her strap-on, and knew that she was close. Releasing the chanting woman’s hand, Waverly reached up and gripped the back of Nicole’s neck, her favorite way to be held down when she was about to cum. All the while, Nicole continued to repeat her mantra like a prayer.

“I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl. I’m…..aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh” She broke off into a keening moan, her pitch rising with her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me!” Waverly moaned as she lost herself in the movement of her hips. “Cum for me and TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD, I’M YOUR GOOD GIRL, MOMMY!!!” Nicole screamed into the ottoman as she came so hard, she very nearly blacked out.

Waverly stuttered mid-thrust.

…Okay, that’s different.

Filing it firmly under the “Things We Are Definitely Going to Discuss Later” tab in her mind, Waverly recovered and resumed slowly thrusting, carrying Nicole through her orgasm as the poor woman screamed and sobbed herself hoarse. Nicole arched herself so hard that Waverly briefly wondered if it was possible to break your own back, before she finally went limp over the ottoman.

Then, with one shuddering breath, the floodgates opened.

All of the pain, all of the fear, all of the anger, guilt, uncertainty, and heartbreak of the last 18 months and all the months of her 31 years on Earth poured out of Nicole in massive heaving sobs as she cried hysterically into the ottoman that she now clung to as though it were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

Waverly practically ripped the harness off as she ran over to the couch to grab the weighted blanket, kicking her shoes off in her haste.

“W-W-W-WAAAAAAAVE…” Nicole cried out as she blindly groped about, her body shaking with the force of her hiccupping sobs.

“Shhhhh, shhhh, baby, it’s okay. I’m here.” Waverly shushed as she hurried back and covered Nicole with the blanket. “I’m here baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

With a heroic grunt, she heaved the taller woman to her feet and dragged/carried her to the couch. Waverly dragged her into her lap and wrapped the blanket more firmly around her as Nicole clung to her shirt and sobbed into the crook of her neck. Finally situated, Waverly wrapped her arms around her fiancée and rocked her back and forth, kissing her temple and whispering reassuring words to her.

“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. You’re safe, sweet girl. Let it out. Let it all out. That’s it.” Waverly soothed as she rocked and kissed and petted Nicole, fussing and coddling over her like the precious treasure that she was. 

Nicole curled more tightly into herself as her hiccupping sobs became more erratic and her breathing less steady. Waverly recognized all the signs of an oncoming panic attack as Nicole started to gasp for air.

Shit!

“Nonono, baby, stay with me. Breathe for me, sweetheart. You can do it. Deep breaths.” As Nicole seemed to gasp even harder for air, Waverly mentally threw caution to the wind.

Fuck it, in for a penny…

“Baby, breathe for Mommy.” Waverly ordered as she took Nicole’s face in her hands and took exaggerated breaths. “Copy Mommy’s breathing, sweetheart, come on.”

A spark of recognition seemed to light up Nicole’s eyes as she began to take jerky breaths, trying to copy Waverly’s breathing pattern. Humming with pride, Waverly gently rested the other woman’s head on her chest and continued her deep breathing.

“That’s it, baby.” Waverly praised as Nicole’s breathing became more steady, even as her sobs never lessened. “That’s my good girl. You let it all out, honey. Mommy’s right here.”

Waverly kissed Nicole’s temple again before tucking the redhead under her chin, closing her eyes as she continued to rock the sobbing woman.

“I’m here…I’m here and I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

Chapter Text

“My good girl…” Waverly murmured as she continued to rock Nicole in her lap. “You’re my good girl…You’re my good girl…”

She kept a secure grip on the hiccupping woman in her lap, gently petting and kissing Nicole’s temple as she soothed her tears. Nicole somehow managed to curl herself even more tightly into Waverly as her sobs ebbed and flowed at irregular intervals. It almost seemed as if her body was determined to wring out every last tear that Nicole had ever denied herself in the past.

And that was perfectly fine with Waverly. As long as Nicole wanted her, she would always be by her side.

When Nicole’s breathing seemed to steady the slightest bit, Waverly took that opportunity to grab the long-forgotten water bottle on the side table and hold it to shaky lips.

“Small sips, baby. Nice and slow…that’s it…” She praised as Nicole blindly took the nozzle into her mouth, passively letting Waverly tip the water down her throat. “That’s my good girl.”

Waverly kissed Nicole’s tear-stained cheek as she held the bottle, letting Nicole take her fill. Once she’d had enough, Nicole turned a bit to bury her face deeper into the crook of Waverly’s neck. The redhead always had the tendency to be rather clingy after a play session, and with everything that had happened today, Waverly had no doubts that her love was feeling much more vulnerable than normal.

Figuring that she was likely going to be here for a while, Waverly adjusted Nicole in her lap and leaned back against the backrest of the couch. Feeling herself being moved, Nicole whined pitifully and tightened her grip on the smaller woman’s neck.

“Shhh, shhh baby, it’s okay.” Waverly soothed, rubbing Nicole’s back. “I’m not going anywhere. I was just adjusting you a little so you’re more comfortable. I’m not leaving, I promise.”

“Don’t go. Please don’t go…” Nicole hiccupped into her neck as she clung to her like a koala.

“I won’t, baby. I won’t go anywhere. I’d never leave my good girl.” Came the soft reassurances as Waverly settled herself in for a long cuddle session.

Eventually, with a few stray sniffles, Nicole peeked out from her hiding place in Waverly’s neck. Relieved, Waverly kissed over her eyes and looked down with a warm smile that crinkled her eyes into half-moons.

“There’s my best baby.” She cooed. “Did you let it all out, sweet girl?”

Nicole nodded, her face and hair an absolute mess from the crying fit. “Head hurts…”

“Awww, I’m sorry baby.” Waverly kissed her head and grabbed the water bottle. “Why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll make it all better?”

“Kay…” Nicole replied weakly, allowing herself to be led up the stairs by her hand and guided into the bathroom. Knowing that the bright light of the bathroom would only make Nicole’s headache worse, Waverly left the overhead light off and flicked on the small nightlight they kept plugged into the wall socket, bathing the room in a soft glow. She then gently slipped the blanket off of Nicole’s shoulders and sat her down on the toilet.

“Pee.” She commanded before turning to draw a bath. As the tub filled, Waverly crossed to the medicine cabinet and grabbed Nicole’s headache medication. She tipped two pills into her palm and walked back over to the toilet. All the while, Nicole slumped against the wall and watched with glazed eyes.

“Open.”

Nicole obediently opened her mouth, allowing Waverly to pop the pills in before she held the water bottle back up to her lips.

“Drink.” Waverly said as she cradled the back of Nicole’s head in her other hand, allowing her to tilt her head back to get the pills and water down her throat. She had Nicole take a few more sips of water before she set the water bottle back on the counter and hurried back to the tub to check the temperature.

Satisfied with the warmth of the water, Waverly tipped a little of the bubble bath into the tub and allowed it to fill.

Nicole, meanwhile, felt like she was outside of her own body as she drifted through subspace. She barely registered Waverly disrobing to join her in the bath, only partially coming back to reality when she felt small hands slip under her arms and haul her to her feet to guide her to the tub. She blearily stumbled into the tub, her feet guided up and over the lip by Waverly’s patient hands, before allowing herself to be carefully lowered into the water.

A few more adjustments later, she heard Waverly’s heartbeat under her ear as she opened her eyes and registered that her head had been lowered to the younger woman’s chest. She nuzzled deeper into Waverly’s arms as the other woman ran a washcloth over her, tenderly and thoroughly cleaning every sticky part of her body.

Nicole wasn’t sure how Waverly got her out of the tub and into bed. All she knew was that one moment she had closed her eyes, and the next moment she was in her flannel pajamas, curled into Waverly’s side and being petted and held.

“Hey baby.” Waverly whispered, pressing little kisses to her forehead. “Are you back with me?”

“Mmhmm.” Nicole nodded sluggishly, pressing her face to Waverly’s chest and inhaling deeply.

“You did so well, baby.” Waverly praised, running her fingers through still-damp hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Waverly lifted her chin for a kiss, before reaching over to the nightstand.

“By the way, got you a little something.” She closed her fist around the aluminum-wrapped ball of chocolate before showing it proudly to curious brown eyes. “A special treat for my special girl.”

Nicole’s eyes lit up in surprised delight. “You got me a chocolate orange?”

“Chilled in the fridge, just the way you like it.” Waverly bragged as she slammed the ball into the nightstand, breaking it into slices before opening the foil.

Brown eyes looked up at her in unabashed awe. “H-how did you even get-“

“Oh come now,” Waverly teased as she kissed Nicole’s nose. “don’t you know Mistress can do anything she sets her mind to? Especially when it’s something that makes my little pet so happy.”

Nicole blushed and tucked her face back into Waverly’s chest, squirming a little bit in embarrassed delight at being fussed over. 

Waverly snapped one of the slices in half and held the piece of cold chocolate to Nicole’s lips. “Open.”

Lips parted obediently, and Nicole closed her eyes and moaned in delight at the taste. It had been so long since she’d had one of these…

“I love you.” Nicole sniffled a bit, her eyes watering as she looked up at Waverly.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” Waverly replied before offering her another piece.

Half a chocolate orange and most of the water in the bottle later, Nicole was finally starting to feel somewhat human again. This was both Nicole’s favorite and least-favorite part of their sessions: the debrief. She loved it for the opportunity it gave her to praise her mistress for her hard work, but she also kind of hated the emotional unpacking that needed to happen. And Nicole knew they were going to have a lot to unpack from today’s session.

“Do you feel up to talking about today now, or would you like to wait until tomorrow?” Waverly asked, always offering Nicole the chance to delay if she truly felt too vulnerable to talk it out.

“I think we should probably talk now, if that’s okay.” Nicole sighed as she tucked herself under Waverly’s chin. “I’m afraid if we wait, then I’ll never be ready to talk about today.”

“It was pretty intense.” Waverly agreed, scratching Nicole’s back and smiling at the soft purr she elicited in response. “Let’s start from square one. Did you like-“

“If you’re about to ask me if I enjoyed myself today, I swear I will go find my taser.” Nicole snarked, pulling an indulgent chuckle from the body beneath her.

“Oh, are you sure you wanna start making threats, little pet? You are well within range of my spanking arm, you know.” Waverly teased as she slipped her hand under the seat of Nicole’s pajamas and rubbed her still warm bottom.

Nicole just laughed, completely relaxed in Waverly’s arms. She knew Waverly wouldn’t actually follow through on her implied threat. Aftercare was their “safe space”, where anything and everything could be said without fear of judgement or reprisal. As a result, Nicole often got a little snarky when they were cuddled up after a session; a reaction that Waverly found endlessly adorable, considering that Nicole was often sporting a sore bottom along with her smart mouth.

Tracing little shapes and patterns on her still-laughing fiancee’s chest, Nicole marveled at how lucky she was to have Waverly in her life. She always thought she’d just be lucky to find someone willing to put up with her “heart eyes” and her eager-to-please attitude, but then here was Waverly, who absolutely reveled in the attention and affection that poured from Nicole. Add to that Nicole’s job and overall demeanor in public, and the redhead had more or less given up on trying to find someone who would allow her to be the bratty, whiny little bottom that she was behind closed doors. But once again, Waverly exceeded all expectations by not only wanting Nicole to be herself, but actually delighting in the opportunity to be the stern mistress that she’d secretly always wanted to be.

Nicole wasn’t sure if there was a higher power, or such a thing as destiny, but she was absolutely certain that she and Waverly were made for each other.

“Hey.” Waverly patted Nicole’s bottom with just enough force to get her attention. “Where’d you go, baby?”

Nicole blinked back into the present. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet.” Waverly preened. “You’re also not getting out of this conversation, pet.”

“I know, I know. Doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it, though.” Nicole insisted, wanting to make sure Waverly knew that she always meant the sweet things she said.

“I know you do, baby.” Came the soft reassurance. “But we’re getting off-topic. Why don’t we start with you telling me what you really enjoyed about today?”

Nicole knew Waverly wasn’t fishing for compliments with that prompt. She genuinely wanted to know what things her sub enjoyed so that she could mentally catalogue them and make sure she did them again. By the same token, Waverly always wanted to know if something had made Nicole uncomfortable so that they could talk it out and decide if it was something they wanted to try again or just leave on the shelf for the foreseeable future.

“Okay. Oh, wow.” Nicole blew out a breath as she tried to organize her thoughts. “I don’t know where to start, honestly. There was so much…”

She trailed off in thought as Waverly patiently waited, her wandering hand slipping up the back of Nicole’s shirt to splay against the soft skin of her bare back.

“Oh!” Nicole looked up with bright eyes. “The grinding thing. Where you made me rub up against your leg to cum. Holy shit, that was amazing. Where’d you come up with that?”

Waverly shrugged with a bit of a smug smile. “It kinda came to me in the moment, and I decided to just play it out and see how you responded.” She giggled. “I take it you want to do that again sometime?”

“God, yes.” Nicole nodded eagerly. “You can do that to me again whenever you want.”

“Hmmm, noted. How about what happened after you came back downstairs?” Waverly’s voice held an uncharacteristic nervousness to it. “Was…was that okay?”

“That was definitely okay.” Nicole reassured. “That was…wow…I didn’t know you could even lift me like that.”

“To be honest, I didn’t either.” Waverly admitted with a faint blush. “I’d been thinking about trying that for a while, but we just never found the time to play, and when you decided to be bratty with me, I realized I finally had a chance to try it out.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear that I’m a sufficient enabler.” Nicole laughed. “Please feel free to let me know if you need any further enabling in the future.”

“How are you feeling down there, by the way?” Waverly checked. “Not too sore? I didn’t really have a chance to get a good look when I was dressing you.”

“I’m okay. Not really sore right now. Though, granted, I’ve only just regained the feeling in my toes, so let’s check back in on that later?”

“Sounds good. I’ll check you tonight before bed. Make sure there aren’t any bruises or anything like that.”

Nicole blushed and groused at the thought of Waverly inspecting her pussy later tonight but resigned herself to her mistress’s attentions. Truthfully, it did make her feel cherished to have Waverly be so careful to make sure she wasn’t seriously harmed by their play.

“Erm…Thank you, by the way…” Nicole muttered into Waverly’s chest. “For the…the spanking…How’d you know I needed that?”

“Baby, I know you. And I know you felt guilty the moment you closed that handcuff.” Waverly replied, tightening her grip on the tall woman. “I’m sorry we didn’t address it sooner, by the way. I was…still kinda upset about it…”

“I really am sor-” Waverly stopped her with a gentle fingertip to her lips.

“Do we apologize after spankings?” Waverly asked, to which Nicole shook her head mutely. “And why is that?”

“Because it’s paid for and done, and we don’t need to feel guilty anymore.” Nicole recited as Waverly took her finger away. She rubbed her cheek into Waverly’s chest affectionately. “...That really scared you, didn’t it?”

Waverly breathed deeply through her nose. “It was…certainly not my favorite moment in the world. And definitely not one that I ever want to repeat.”

“I won’t do it again, I promise.” Nicole swore. “I’m actually surprised how light the spanking was, to be honest. I was kinda expecting to not sit for a week once you got your hands on me.”

“Oh, I was definitely not thinking very charitable thoughts in the moment.” Waverly admitted. “If Jeremy hadn’t been there, you would have been hearing it up one side and down the other. I very nearly threatened to take my belt to you if you didn’t come back and uncuff me.”

Nicole shifted a bit in her arms, before nervously whispering “You…would you really have-”

“No, sweetheart.” Waverly firmly cut off the question. “We agreed that was off the table. I would never do anything to you that you truly didn’t want.”

The tense body immediately relaxed with that reassurance. The belt was still a sore subject (no pun intended) after their one disastrous experience with it. Waverly had felt guilty for weeks after that.

Waverly shook the memories away and focused on the woman in her arms. “Anyway, it wouldn’t have done any good to give you a hard spanking. You were already feeling guilty over it, and it would have been counterproductive for what I wanted to do today.”

“Yeah…about that…” Nicole looked up at Waverly with an intrigued look. “Where did all of that come from?”

“Was…oh God, was that okay?” Waverly stuttered, feeling a cold stone drop in her stomach at the thought that Nicole might have not appreciated all of the deception. “I-I just thought, with everything, I just wanted to-”

“Hey, hey, whoa, calm down baby.” Nicole shushed, giving gentle kisses along Waverly’s jaw as she soothed her. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant it was…pretty different from what we normally do.”

“Yeah, it definitely was.” The smaller woman agreed, lapsing into a thoughtful silence as she tried to organize her words. “I’m sorry that I…well, that I kinda tricked you and kept you so off-balance.”

“Hey, if you tricking me leads to orgasms like that, PLEASE feel free to trick me anytime!” Nicole joked. “You, uh…you kinda pushed me further than we’ve ever gone before…”

“Yeah. I just…I just wanted you to finally let go.” Waverly admitted. “I could see how pent up you were, and how much you’ve been hurting. And it just felt like…like you didn’t think you were allowed to feel all the things that you were feeling.”

Nicole’s face became pensive as she absorbed Waverly’s words. “...I did feel that way…like it was wrong for me to be…the way that I am.”

Waverly watched Nicole turn the whole day over and over in her head, before finally speaking softly. “Can I…can I tell you what I think, and can you promise to let me say everything that I need to say?”

The older woman tucked her face back into the crook of Waverly’s neck with a meek nod.

“I think you couldn’t allow yourself to feel how scared you were, because you had a town to protect from Bulshar. Then, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel how angry you were, because you had to help Wynonna get into the Garden to find me. Then, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel how lonely you were, because you had a teenager and a home to take care of. And now that you don’t have to do any of those things, you feel like you’re past the deadline for all of those feelings. You feel like you have no reason to feel those things anymore, and if you do, then you’re being ungrateful.”

Waverly took a deep breath and steeled herself for her next words.

“And…I think that…the rest of us have contributed to you feeling that way.”

Nicole’s head shot up from Waverly’s neck, a shocked and horrified look on her face. “Wait, no! No, baby, you never-”

“Do you remember that you promised to let me say everything?” Waverly cut her off patiently, looking at Nicole with that quirked eyebrow that she could never disobey.

Nicole swallowed hard, before backing down and tucking herself back into her fiancee’s neck. Waverly took another fortifying breath and forced herself to continue.

“With everything that’s been happening…well, pretty much from the moment that we met,” Waverly joked, “we really haven’t been giving you space to process your emotions. And I’ve had time to think about this, and I’ve realized…that I really was taking you for granted during the whole Bulshar thing.”

“...I know I promised to let you get it all out, but can I say something please?” Nicole asked.

“Sure, baby.” 

“In your defense, the goddamn apocalypse was kinda going on, and you and Wynonna were at the heart of the whole thing.”

“Being the Earp Heir and the Guardian Angel do not give us a monopoly on emotional turmoil, Nic.”

“...Okay, that’s a fair point.”

“And magic guns and angel dads aside, you were really taking a lot of our shit during all of that.” Waverly closed her eyes and groaned. “Fuck, I still can’t believe what I said to you at Pussy Willows…”

“I thought we agreed we don’t do sorry’s after it’s over and done with?” Nicole teased, a bit of mischief sparking in her eyes.

“That’s for after spankings, you smart aleck.” Waverly very maturely stuck her tongue out.

“Well, if you need a spanking, then…”

Waverly laughed. “Honey, I adore you with my whole heart, but you are not the spanking type.”

Nicole huffed. “Yeah, I guess not…”

The silence stretched between them. Never awkward, but predictably thoughtful.

“The point is,” Waverly finally spoke, “I’m sorry that it took…all of this…for me to realize that I need to actually tell you how special you are to me. I know you always say that I show you how much I care, but I need to be better about saying it, too. And I know that I’m doing better about that now, but it really shouldn’t have taken an apocalypse and me going to the Garden of Eden and battling an evil version of you for me to open my frickin mouth and say that I love you.”

Waverly was pulled from her thoughtful monologue when she glanced down at Nicole and saw that same starry-eyed look that she’d first seen that fateful day at Shorty’s. That look that Wynonna described as “the fudge to her sundae”, and that never failed to make her insides feel all gooey.

“W…What?” Waverly blushed, uncharacteristically shy.

“I love you so much, baby.” Nicole whispered, leaning in to plant a kiss that Waverly could only describe as breathtaking.

Waverly blinked with a dazed look on her face when Nicole pulled away. “...I want to be very clear that I am NOT complaining about this turn of events. But I am curious about what brought that on.”

“You recognized something that was wrong and told me how you’re going to improve. And even better, you gave yourself credit for the growth you have done.” Nicole sighed like a love-sick teenager. “I love that we’re still finding room to grow. I never want you to feel stagnant, especially with me. When you get that look in your eyes and decide that you’re gonna fix something in our relationship, it makes me feel loved. Like I’m worth fighting for.”

“You are.” Waverly replied fiercely. “You are always worth fighting for.”

“We both are.” Nicole replied with that delighted look in her eyes.

“Well, I hope you know that I’m going to be better about telling you that from now on.” Waverly sealed her promise with a tender kiss.

“Mmm, you always know just what to say to a girl.” Nicole teased, even as her heart warmed at Waverly’s words. Realizing that this avenue of discussion had been fully explored for now, Waverly decided it was time to segue a bit.

“So, is it safe to assume that my fiancee might have a praise kink?” 

Nicole blushed. “I…did not realize how much I was going to enjoy that. I mean, I love when you’re all bitchy and treating me like I’m just a pet at your feet. But…that was…wow…”

“Wow, indeed.” Waverly giggled. Biting her lip, she looked down at Nicole and plucked up her courage for what would undoubtedly be the most awkward part of this conversation.

“Nicole. Do you…want to talk about…what happened there at the end?” 

Nicole’s face absolutely glowed crimson. “...Do…do we have to? Can we just forget about…that?”

“Honey, if you genuinely don’t feel comfortable discussing it now, then I’m happy to give you time to figure things out.” Waverly’s voice was gentle and encouraging. “But I don’t want you to avoid this because you think that you have to be ashamed of what happened. I will never judge you for anything that happens between us during our sessions.”

“I know.” Nicole sighed. “I just…I can’t believe I called you…oh my God.” She groaned as she tucked her face back into Waverly’s neck.

“That you called me ‘Mommy’?” Waverly gently prodded without a hint of teasing in her voice.

Nicole whined pitifully into her neck in response.

“Baby, it’s okay that you did.” Waverly rubbed her back reassuringly. “I’m not at all upset. I’ll admit, it caught me off-guard, but I didn’t hate it.”

Brown eyes peeked shyly out of their hiding place. “You…You didn’t?”

“Of course not, Nicole.” Waverly shook her head. “I was definitely a little worried, but that was because you were having a pretty heavy emotional catharsis and crying yourself into a panic attack. Believe me, I was not giving a single shit about suddenly going from ‘Mistress’ to ‘Mommy’.”

Nicole made a thoughtful noise, clearly still embarrassed. Waverly resigned herself to having to pull this conversation out of her pet the hard way.

“Was there something about today’s session that affected how you saw me?” Waverly prompted.

Nicole shrugged mutely, causing Waverly to purse her lips as she refused to allow herself to be baited. 

“Did your mind need something else to call me because I was being much gentler than normal?” The ever-patient woman tried to prod a verbal response.

Nicole just shrugged again, back to hiding in Waverly’s neck.

Waverly sighed through her nose. “Nicole, if you really don’t want to talk about it right now, I promise I will respect that. But I would like for you to verbally tell me that you’re not ready for this conversation. I don’t appreciate playing twenty questions with you right now.”

An incoherent response was muttered into her neck.

“What was that?” Waverly asked, gently nudging Nicole’s face out into the open.

“...It was because of that.” Nicole admitted, still refusing to meet confused hazel eyes.

“Because of what, baby?” 

“That. What you just did, right now.” Nicole admitted. “The way you dominated me today…at the end…it was much more…I don’t know…nurturing? And just now, you were stern in a more…gentle way? I don’t know how to describe it.”

Waverly waited, knowing that Nicole would likely be more forthcoming now that she’d gotten past the first few sentences. She gently guided the redhead back onto her chest, hoping  that the lack of eye-contact would make it easier for Nicole to speak.

“There’s always been something about you. I don’t know if it’s that you were always sick of everyone taking care of you, or if it’s just something instinctive in your personality. But you’ve always been a person that…wants everyone else to be okay? Like, you get annoyed at Wynonna because you wish that she’d love herself the way that she deserves. You get annoyed with Doc because you know he can make better choices. You got annoyed with Dolls because you knew he wanted to let us in. You just…you want to make everyone else better.”

Nicole started rubbing the fabric of Waverly’s shirt together in her thumb and forefinger, a tick that she’d developed as a child and still reverted to when she was deep in thought.

“And I think that was something that drew me to you instantly. That brightness that didn’t just want to shine on everyone else, but wanted to make everyone around you shine in their own ways. It was always there, but it feels like you’ve…I don’t know, embraced it? Since you came back from the Garden. I don’t know if it was because you finally knew who you were and what you wanted. Or maybe it came out more prominently because you realized how much of a fucking wreck I’ve turned into.”

“Nicole-” Waverly’s heart cracked.

“No. It’s my turn now, please.” Nicole gently stopped her. “Whatever it is that made you more confident about yourself, it’s so…comforting. You’ve always made me feel like a cherished pet when we’re playing together, and I love that feeling, but today…when you were telling me all the things that were good about me…Waverly, I’ve never had anyone make me feel so vulnerable and so safe at the same time. I felt like you were opening me up, pulling out all the parts that made me into me, and then just putting them all back and patting me on the head afterwards. I’ve never felt so thoroughly and yet so gently disassembled before. It felt like you could see straight into my soul, and what should have been a really terrifying experience for me was instead…safe.”

Nicole finally plucked up her courage and looked Waverly in the eyes. “I absolutely love when you’re Mistress. When you’re taking control and reducing me down to your special little toy with barely a thought in my head. But today…at the end there…you weren’t Mistress to me. You were…Mommy.”

Waverly swallowed thickly as she forced herself to hold Nicole’s earnest gaze. “Was it…okay? That I was something different in that moment?”

Nicole nodded. “Yes.”

“And is this something that…that you want to maybe explore further?” Waverly felt a surprise twinge of hope in her heart.

“I…I think so.” Nicole admitted. “Not like…it’s not like an age-play thing, I don’t think. It’s more…in the times when I need you to be more…”

“...Gentle?” Waverly asked.

“Yeah.” Came the soft admission.

Waverly nodded and pulled Nicole’s head back to her chest, mercifully allowing her to hide once again.

“I think that, perhaps, we should have a discussion in the future about…maybe using verbal cues to help me know what you need.” Waverly suggested. “Maybe when you want me to be cold and dominating, you can use ‘Mistress’, but when you just want to be held and told what a good girl you are…you could use ‘Mommy’?”

All the tension seemed to flow out of Nicole in one big exhale. “I think…I think I would like to talk about that. In a future discussion.”

Waverly hummed in approval, feeling a swell of excitement in her chest at the new avenue they’d opened up in their relationship. A new state of being for them to explore. A new way for them to love each other.

“Umm, Waverly?” Nicole whispered meekly.

“Yes, Nicole?”

“Is it okay if I’m kinda talked out for the day?” Nicole asked, shifting awkwardly in Waverly’s arms.

Waverly gave her a forehead kiss in response. “Yes, sweetheart. That’s completely okay. I’m really proud of you, Nicole. I know this wasn’t an easy day for you.”

“Well, if there’s one thing the last eighteen months have taught me, it’s that even the hardest days are so much easier when you’re with me.” Nicole’s arms tightened a little around Waverly’s waist as she spoke.

Waverly blinked back tears. “Same here, sweet girl. Same here.”

They both basked in the afterglow, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies, before Nicole shyly broke the quiet stillness.

“Mistress?” Nicole spoke, gently tapping Waverly’s chest to get her attention.

“What is it, pet?” Waverly responded with a gentle tap to the redhead’s back.

“My…my collar…” Came the meek whisper. Waverly looked down at the mass of red hair with loving eyes.

“I took it off of you before I put you in the tub.” She explained. “Do you want your collar?”

“Yes, please.” 

Waverly kissed the top of Nicole’s head. “Okay pet. I’ll go get it for you. Are you okay for a few minutes while I finish cleaning up?”

Nicole nodded, prompting Waverly to slip out of her arms and tuck a pillow in her place. Nicole hugged the pillow and buried her face in it, and Waverly smiled and leaned over to kiss her head again.

“You’re such a cute little pet.” Waverly gently teased. “I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

Nicole peeked one eye out. “As I recall, you spilled beer on your shirt.”

Waverly hummed as she ran her fingers through long red hair. “If I’d known that a broken beer tap would catch me such a sweet little pet, I would have taken a sledgehammer to half of that bar.”

“Shorty would have not been very happy about that.” Nicole pointed out.

“Eh, you’re cute.” Waverly shrugged. “He would have understood once he saw you.”

“Oh my Goddddddd!” Nicole drew out the last word dramatically. “Can you imagine if that was how you’d introduced me to everyone? I could never show my face as a deputy ever again!”

“Oh no, you’d have to just stay home and be my little pet all day.” Waverly sarcastically gasped. “My goodness, what a difficult life that would have been for you!”

“I really do take a lot of risks when it comes to you Earps.” Nicole’s face took on a long-suffering look. “Honestly, you’re both so lucky that I’m willing to face so much danger for you.”

“We really are.” Waverly agreed, not a hint of teasing in her voice. Nicole’s face colored again and she tucked herself back into the pillow, eliciting a coo from the other woman, who leaned over for one more kiss. “Alright, my brave little pet, I’ll stop teasing you now. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Nicole grunted in acknowledgement and allowed herself to drift on her sub-high. She faintly registered the sounds of Waverly moving around downstairs and in the bathroom to clean everything and pack away all of the toys, but she allowed herself to sink further into the smell of Waverly’s perfume on the pillow and the warmth of her pajamas and blankets. Everything became white noise around her as she enjoyed the buzz that she always felt after a satisfying play session. She also noted in the back of her mind that the post-play buzzes were definitely more frequent and pronounced ever since Waverly became her mistress.

God, Nicole was so fucking lucky to have that woman in her life.

She had no idea how much time had passed since Waverly had stepped out of the bedroom, but she did eventually hear soft footfalls coming back in and crossing to her side of the bed.

“It’s just me, sweet girl.” Waverly softly spoke before Nicole felt the soft felt of the collar wrapping around her neck and heard the clanking of the buckle as the other woman secured it in place. With one last gentle kiss to the back of Nicole’s neck, Waverly slipped back out to finish her clean-up.

Nicole hummed contentedly as she slid her hand under her body to touch the nametag on the collar. The soft leather of the collar and the gentle clinking of the tag had been a source of both pain and comfort during the eighteen months that Nicole had had to be without Waverly. But now, with Waverly back and a wedding in the future, it was the sound of safety. Of love. Of home.

And when Waverly returned to the bed and drew Nicole back into her arms, the redhead looked up at her mistress and saw all of those things shining brightly in hazel eyes.

Safety.

Love.

Home.

All things that Nicole deserved.

Because Nicole is a good girl.