The drive from Kimcaf back to the apartment only took a minute or two, then we were both eager to hurry inside. Unfortunately we still had to unload all my stuff from the back of the mini-van before we could finally relax.
Nia helped me get my heavy backpack balanced on my shoulders again, then she picked up one of the duffel bags. The other one stayed put for now, since she could only manage one at a time. And I had no hope of even budging the thing, let alone lifting or carrying it.
When we got to our unit we left my backpack and the duffle bag on the floor in the middle of our new workshop room, then we headed all the way back down and out to the guest parking so Nia could grab the other bag of books and stuff. That joined the first one on the workshop floor, but we both agreed that unpacking everything could wait until tomorrow. Or maybe Tuesday, after we got my new desk and bookcase.
There was just one exception I wanted right away, so I unzipped one of the big duffle bags and grabbed my pillows. Then I followed my mistress into our bedroom, where she flopped back onto her bed and let out a loud sigh.
"I know we got a lot of important stuff done today," she commented as she stared up at the ceiling, "But I'm so glad the day's finally over."
I hopped up onto the bed and positioned my pillows, then nodded as I lay down next to her. "Me too. I'm still worried about my dad, but hopefully he'll be ok."
Nia agreed, "I hope so too cutie."
"Let's leave that topic for now though, ok?" she suggested. "I don't want to think about your dad tonight, and I don't want you thinking about him either. I'd rather we both focused on something much more pleasant."
"Y-yeah. That sounds like a good plan," I mumbled, as I felt some butterflies start dancing around in my tummy in anticipation.
My mistress turned towards me and grinned, "Does that mean you're up for a little fun? We're supposed to be practicing magic and exercising our bond and all that good stuff."
I tried not to sound too eager as I responded, "Yeah! I'm definitely ready for all of that. What do you want me to do?"
"Good answer," she smirked. Then her expression became serious again as she sat up and asked, "Are you ok with doing some sexy stuff?"
"Yes mistress," I replied immediately, and this time I didn't care about seeming over-eager.
She smiled briefly at my obvious excitement, but quickly got serious again and asked, "Do you know what a safe-word is, and how it works?"
"I'd like to try and exercise a little more control over our bond," she added, "And that means I'll also be experimenting a bit with my control over you, pet. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though, so if anything I do or say crosses a line with you, upsets you, or makes you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, you just have to say the safe-word and everything stops immediately."
I wasn't sure if all that stuff was supposed to make me feel cautious or worried, but what it actually did was get my heart going a bit faster. I nodded, "Yes mistress. I understand. And um, I'm ready and willing to try anything you like."
Her smirk returned, "Excellent. Do you want to choose a safe-word, or shall I?"
"I doubt I could come up with anything good," I admitted, "So maybe it's best if you pick one?"
She only needed a second or two to pick one, "Very well. The safe-word is grapefruit."
I immediately made a face, "Ew! Why grapefruit?"
"That sour reaction of yours is one reason right there," she giggled, before becoming serious yet again. "I don't particularly like eating them, and I already knew you didn't like them either. I figured making it something we both hated would make it easier to associate. So if you ever need us to stop what we're doing, just say that word and we'll both know it means something unpleasant."
"Yeah ok that makes sense," I agreed.
She smiled, "Good."
"We may never actually need it," she admitted. "Thanks to our bond I should be able to tell if you're uncomfortable or something's bothering you. I'm happier working this stuff out with you in advance though, it feels like a good idea for us to have an explicit agreed-on word just in case. Especially since we're both so new at all this stuff."
That made sense too. Then she had me repeat our safe-word a few more times, although it left me feeling a little silly sitting there saying 'grapefruit' over and over. I kind of understood the point though, like she wanted to ensure I'd have it memorized incase I ever actually needed to use it.
Thinking about that got my heart racing again in anticipation, since I couldn't help wondering what she had planned that she thought might require us to have a safe-word. Fortunately it seemed like I wasn't going to have to wait very long to find out, as Nia suddenly got up off the bed and gave me my first order of the evening.
"Strip," she stated as she headed out the bedroom door. "When I come back I expect to see you standing next to the bed without so much as a stitch of clothing on."
"Yes mistress!" I squeaked as I scurried off the bed.
I had no idea how long I had, but considering the apartment wasn't that big I doubted she'd be gone more than a couple seconds. So I scrambled to get undressed as fast as I could, which resulted in my clothes ending up in a messy heap on the floor by my feet while I stood practically at attention next to the foot of the bed.
Nia returned a second or two later with a towel in hand. Her eyes swept up and down over me, then she frowned at my outfit on the floor. "We just bought those clothes today pet, please treat them a little nicer? Dirty laundry goes in the hamper, shoes go in the closet, and if your dress isn't dirty it should be hung up so it doesn't wrinkle."
"Sorry mistress," I apologized as I crouched down to gather up the clothes.
It only took me a few seconds to deal with that, then I turned to see she had the towel folded once then carefully placed in the middle of the bed.
My mistress nodded towards it, "On the bed pet. Facing me, kneel on the towel. Knees apart, back straight, chest out."
My cheeks coloured slightly as I jumped up onto the bed then got into position. She had me basically displaying myself to her, and that only added to the feeling of excited anticipation.
That's when I felt something shift, somewhere deep inside. It was sort of like when she accessed that reservoir of magic in me, but not quite. It only took me a moment to realize it felt a bit more like when we'd first formed our pact, when the bond was way more noticeable. This wasn't quite that strong though, like we weren't experiencing each other's emotions and sensations and all that stuff.
"Alright pet," Nia stated as her eyes slowly crept up and down over my naked body again. "Yesterday afternoon I taught you how good your new body could feel. Now it's time for you to show me what you learned."
She looked like she was trying not to smirk as she added, "While you're doing that I'll be working on our bond in other ways."
"Yes mistress," I gulped as I glanced down at myself.
My body was already showing signs of excitement, between the anticipation and the way she had me on display and everything. My nipples were standing up tall and hard, and there was a pleasant tingling coming from in between my legs.
At first I tried to pretend my best friend wasn't standing there watching as I reached up and placed my hands on my chest. I closed my eyes so I could try and focus on the sensations as I began to gently knead my big soft boobs. My rock-hard nipples felt like pebbles pressed against my palms, and rubbing them sent little shocks of pleasure through my body.
After a few seconds of that gentle massage I took my nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers and gave them a little pinch, which resulted in a strong enough spark of pleasure it almost made me gasp. Then I tried giving them a little tug, and that actually did get a small squeak out of me.
I continued playing with them like that for a bit longer, before an idea struck me. It was something I'd seen online, and I was pretty sure my boobs were big enough to try it. Cupping them in my small delicate hands I raised them up and squeezed them closer together while tilting my head downwards. Sure enough I was able to bring my nipples close enough that I could lick one, then the other.
"Damn pet, that looks hot as hell."
My cheeks were suddenly on fire as Nia's words reminded me she was right there watching. I didn't feel embarrassed though. Apart from the blush my body actually responded with a wave of heat as the next few thoughts struck me. My best friend was standing there watching me play with my boobs. I was mostly doing it because she ordered me to. And after a brief glance her way, I could tell she was getting off on it.
She was standing just a few paces away, and she was already half-undressed herself. Naked from the waist up, her own small nipples stood out rock-hard like amber-coloured diamonds. What made my breath hitch though was the intense, hungry look in her eyes as they locked on mine. That only lasted a moment though, before her gaze drifted down over my own naked body again.
I couldn't help smiling slightly as I licked my lips. Then I closed my eyes and focused on myself once more. I gave my nipples another lick, then placed a kiss on each one before I went back to kneading my boobs for a bit.
By that point I couldn't ignore the growing warmth between my legs. I might have been imagining it but I was almost sure I could feel a similar heat in my mistress too, which only added to my arousal. It briefly crossed my mind that the situation felt like a little feedback loop. Then my thoughts moved on to the fact that I was hers, ready and willing and eager for her to boss me around. That got me even hotter, as did the knowledge that I'd probably do anything she wanted. And knowing she got off on being my mistress just made that heat grow even stronger.
Before I knew it my hands slid down away from my chest then over my soft round belly. I gave both sides of my tummy a little squeeze, then let my fingertips drift further down, around my hips and finally to my inner thighs. There was another spike of heat deep inside me at that point, and I brought my hands together over my sex.
My folds were already slick with need, and the sensations of my fingers running along my labia sent a wave of pleasant shocks up my spine. Then I pressed my hand against my opening, and felt my outer folds part enough to admit two fingers. From that point it was like instinct took over. That hot wet need was driving my movements more than any conscious thought, although I did remember the lessons my mistress shared with me the previous afternoon.
I didn't even realize I was making noises until my own little moans and squeaks reached my ears, while I repeatedly thrust my right index and middle fingers as deep inside myself as I could. At the same time my left thumb and forefinger teased and circled my clit.
Soon I was completely lost in the sensations, and the muscles in my hips and tush started tensing and relaxing as if I was humping my hands. Then my back arched as all those sparks and jolts of pleasure reached a crescendo, that lit up my brain and washed over my body in a flood of ecstasy.
I let out a long loud happy squeal as I rode that peak for several seconds, before slumping down when it finally ebbed and faded. I managed to stay upright on my knees, but my shoulders sagged and my head nodded forward as I took a few deep ragged breaths.
There were a few more aftershocks of pleasure when I pulled my hands away from my sex, then I hesitated when I saw how my fingers glistened with my arousal. I hadn't forgotten how my mistress had me taste myself the day before, but she hadn't said anything about that yet tonight. It must have been clear what I was thinking though, because she spoke up a moment later and answered my unspoken question.
"It's ok if you don't want to," she commented in a low husky voice, "But I think it'd be really fucking hot if you sucked them clean."
I glanced up at her and realized she'd finished getting undressed while I was occupied. She was still a couple paces away, but it definitely looked like she'd been enjoying the show. Her nipples were still rock-hard, her cheeks were a little flushed, and her smooth labia glistened with excitement.
"Ok," I mumbled as my attention returned to my sticky fingers. And after another brief pause I closed my eyes and took the first two fingers of my right hand fully into my mouth.
Like before it was a sort of tangy musky sweet sensation, but I was almost distracted from that as I felt another pang of arousal shoot through me just then. It settled between my legs, and I was positive I was already getting wet again. It was enough that instead of immediately pulling my fingers free I ended up sucking on them for a second or two, before finally sliding them out with a quiet little pop as I opened my eyes.
My mistress was watching closely and our eyes met again as she smiled, "You're such a good girl."
The compliment resulted in another little dopamine hit, and that left me smiling too. Then I decided to try and impress her a bit more. After all, my left thumb and forefinger was just as sticky. Instead of closing my eyes again I kept them locked on Nia's, while she watched me slowly suck my thumb and finger clean.
An even stronger pang of arousal washed over my body and left me almost dripping this time. It was enough that I got my tongue involved a little more too, twisting it around my thumb while it was still deep in my mouth. That's when I noticed the look of pure lust on my mistress's face, and it finally dawned on me it was probably her arousal that I was feeling through our bond.
Everything I was doing to get her more turned on was making me even hotter too. Even that realization caused another little spike of lust, like another little feedback loop.
I was almost tempted to put that theory to the test, I figured I could repeat that performance and see how it affected both Nia and myself. My hands started moving back down towards my sex so I could get my fingers messy again, but it turned out my mistress was more than hot enough already.
"My turn pet," she stated as she moved forward to join me on the bed.
At first she sat upright at the head of the bed, with some pillows in between her back and the headboard. She motioned me closer, then as soon as I was in reach she easily picked me up and set me down on her lap. Unlike yesterday we were facing each other this time, with my chest pressed against hers and my legs spread to either side around her waist.
Nia wrapped her arms around me and smiled as she gave me a look that made my heart melt.
She half-whispered, "You're so damned cute and hot and sexy Kiki. I almost want to pinch myself, to make sure this isn't all just some crazy dream. But I'm afraid to do that, because if this is a dream I never want to wake up."
"Same mistress," I whispered back. "I um, I hope it's ok to say this, but I love you."
She held me even tighter against her chest as she sort of half-laughed, "Oh my goddess of course it's ok! I love you too cutie. I've loved you for years."
"Although right now what I'm feeling is a lot more like lust," she added in another low husky voice. "So what do you think pet? Are you ready to make your mistress even happier?"
"Always," I mumbled as I leaned against her shoulder.
She shifted us both slightly then leaned in until her lips met mine, and the two of us shared a very long and passionate kiss. That got my heart pounding again, and I felt another surge of sensations wash over my body. It was like a wave of love and warmth and tenderness, but as the kiss finally ended I was hit with another powerful surge of lust.
"Alright pet," my mistress grinned, "That looked like a lot of fun when you were playing with your boobs. Mine aren't as impressive, but let's see what those lips of yours can do with them."
I smiled back at her as I repositioned myself slightly, then before I got started I replied, "They're beautiful and perfect Nia, and I'm going to show you how much I mean that."
And I did. I took my time kissing and licking all around her firm pointed breasts, then I began licking and sucking on her rock-hard nipples. I got my hands involved too, so while I was lavishing attention on one with my lips and tongue I used my thumb and fingers to ensure the other wasn't ignored. All that led to more spikes of lust and arousal flowing back and forth through our bond, but even without that I'd have known she was enjoying herself from all the happy noises she was making. And the way she was stroking my ears and running her fingers through my hair.
"Ok," she gasped after a few more minutes. She sounded like she was almost panting in heat as she ordered, "That's enough foreplay pet. I need you between my legs. Now."
"Yes mistress," I smiled as I repositioned myself on all fours between her spread legs.
Even though we were sort of in the same position as we'd been when we first tried that the day before, this time it was very different. For one thing I already knew what worked best for her, what she enjoyed the most. And the other big difference was all the lust and arousal I was still getting fed back to me through our bond. So I was every bit as hot and horny as she was.
I ended up balancing myself on both knees and my left hand, while my right hand was busy moving back and forth between my boobs and my sex. Meanwhile my face was all but buried between Nia's thighs, as I licked and kissed and probed her as best I could. She had one hand at her own chest, grasping at her breasts and rubbing her nipples, while the other was on my head. Sometimes she'd stroke my hair, but other times she'd push me against her vulva as she let out a long lewd moan.
Then at one point it was almost like our minds both went to the same place at the same time.
I couldn't help thinking this was exactly the sort of scene I'd have loved to have in my porn stash, the kind of image I'd get off to repeatedly while imagining I was the cute sexy girl hungrily eating out her girlfriend's pussy. And Nia was thinking practically the same thing, this was the exact scenario she'd get off to as well, imaging herself as the strong confident domme ordering her small sexy subby girlfriend to eat her out.
Between the shared fantasy, the combined lust, and the physical sensations of my tongue twisting around my mistress's clit while my thumb flicked my own was like yet another feedback loop, and this time neither of us could resist.
"Oh fuck yes!" Nia cried out as she thrust her sex against my face, while I let out a muffled squeal as my hips bucked against my hand.
The two of us both saw stars together as both our bodies lit up with the pleasure of our shared orgasm washing back and forth between us and through our bond, until we both finally sagged back down onto the bed in a happy pleasant haze.