Harmony University: Riding the Storm

Early the next morning, so early the sun hadn’t risen, Bluefeather woke up with Cyclone still asleep next to her in the bed. “Some things never change,” she said softly to herself. Said ‘thing’ was her brat laid on her front, snoring like a buzzsaw and drooling into her pillow.

Quietly, but not too quietly, she knew a bomb could go off and her brat wouldn’t wake up, the grey skinned teenager slipped out of the bed and she put on a long knee length t-shirt she sometimes slept in. Modesty covered, Bluefeather crept out of the bedroom in search of coffee and some pastry for breakfast for the two of them.

“Good morning, Blue,” Monsoon, dressed in a long cream coloured bathrobe, greeted Bluefeather in the kitchen with a pleasant smile. She was nursing a large mug of steaming hot coffee and a plate of pancakes. “Buzzsaw still asleep?”

“The puddle of water around her mouth makes her less noisy,” Bluefeather giggled as she padded barefoot across the hard wood floor to the life giving miracle that was the coffee maker. “Just getting coffee for two and some pastries.”

“You deserve a medal, dear,” Monsoon giggled and sipped at her coffee, an act that elicited a happy contented sigh from the older woman, “How's she doing now she's free?”

“We're keeping each other distracted,” answered Bluefeather honestly, while at the same time not going into too many details, “I think she has moved to acceptance, and I'm there now too.”

“Good, good.” Monsoon thoughtfully swilled her coffee around in her mug and in her mouth, “I must admit, we were worried while she was in the hospital.”

“I think the nurse helped a lot,” Bluefeather commented as she manipulated the coffee machine to produce two fresh, steaming mugs, “She really helped me to know what to expect, and how to cope with it when it happens.”

Monsoon nodded her head at that. True Heart had indeed been a god send to them all, as had Good Hope the psychiatrist. “So,” she said once she had swallowed her coffee, “What's the plan for today?”

“Mall,” when Monsoon raised her eyebrows in surprise, Bluefeather followed up quickly, “Yes, that mall. Movie theatre and then some shopping your husband would approve of.” she winked, “I think you would too.”

It was a good thing Monsoon had drank her coffee, else she would have spurted it over the kitchen table. “Oh, I see,” she said carefully, “Getting back on the horse. I approve. I assume you'll be giving the MiAC some money?”

“You have to help the economy,” Bluefeather snickered as she placed the two mugs on a silver tray and proceeded to raid the fridge for pastries, “For therapy of course. I'll bring back the receipts.”

“Oh yes,” Monsoon gave the teenager a wink of her own, “Therapy. Good luck with the mall, and I wish you even better luck with enduring the movie.” she raised up her empty mug in a salute and a show of solidarity.

“Ah yes, Exploding Ninja Pirates From Outer Space 4,” Bluefeather playfully rolled her eyes, “I have an audio book on emergency backup ready to go in case it’s too ridiculous to laugh at.” Having successfully raided the fridge, she placed four pastries on the tray and she walked out.

Up in the bedroom, Cyclone was awake and, having used the bed’s function, was sat up, and she was busy wiping the sleep from her eyes and the drool from her mouth on her pillow as Bluefeather walked in. “Hey babes!” she squealed excitedly, feeling much more awake than she had before.

“Good morning. Have you wrung out your pillow?” snarked Bluefeather, “I have coffee and Danishes for us.”

“Yup!” Cyclone casually nudged her wet pillow onto the floor, where it landed with a dull flumf and a wet splat in equal measure, “All awake and drool free!”

After Bluefeather set the tray down on the roll around table and slid it over the bed, she cast open the curtains to allow the rising sun to illuminate the bedroom. Then, she got in bed to join her beloved brat for breakfast. “Ooooh breakfast!” Cyclone’s belly welcomed the food, “I knew there was a reason I love you!”

“What? Only one?” Bluefeather responded as she sat back comfortably against the raised up part of the bed and smugly drank her coffee.

Realising she had fell one hundred per cent into her girlfriend’s trap, Cyclone coughed and spluttered for a few seconds. “One reason among many, babes,” she tried to save herself when she could speak.

Happy and satisfied she had won, Bluefeather giggled and nibbled one of her pastries in celebration. “It’s your first morning at home. How are you doing?”

“Uuuh...” Cyclone set aside her pastry and her coffee and she actually took a moment to think about the question. Was she okay? Really? She had no idea, and she knew she wasn’t articulate enough, she didn’t know the fancy words, to say what she felt. “I'm okay, I guess…” she offered eventually.

Bluefeather could see her girlfriend struggling to find the words, and it comforted her she was taking it seriously for once. “I'm okay too, Cy.” Acceptance was where she was at, and it had been a journey for her to get there.

“I mean, I'm not gonna burst into a song or anything,” Cyclone expanded upon her previous comment, “But I'm not super down either.” She rested her head solemnly on Bluefeather's shoulder, “I'm glad you're okay too.”

“The movie is at two, and we'll go shopping after,” Bluefeather said softly as she laid her head on her girlfriend’s and held her hand. She then tilted Cyclone’s head up and gave her a pastry and coffee flavoured kiss. “You know where the theatre is, right?”

“Like I'd ever forget that,” Cyclone shuddered, because she had been walking past the movie theatre with Bluefeather when Juniper had thrown the sunglasses stand at her. “It'll be fine!” she tried to convince herself, “Just going to the mall, to watch a movie. Happens all the time.”

“It does,” agreed Bluefeather, “And I'm going to take advantage of it.”

“I’m just...ugh...nervous I guess,” Cyclone was loathe to admit just how nervous she actually was, “Y'know, us going back there, after everything that happened...”

“I'll be with you,” promised Bluefeather earnestly, taking the two black hands in hers and holding them tight, “And this time I won't turn away.”

“Well,” Cyclone pointed out as she tore savagely into her second pastry, “Hopefully this time I won't get something huge thrown at me.”

Smirking, Bluefeather decided to teach her brat a lesson in talking with your mouth full like that, “Popcorn is small.”

Predictably, Cyclone laughed and she almost choked on her pastry in her mouth. “Good point, babes,” she responded after she had been clapped on her back several times.

“I'll try to watch the film too.”

Having recovered from her choking coughing fit, Cyclone laughed, “If you manage to stay awake for the whole thing I'll be amazed.”

“That won't be the problem,” Bluefeather said with a teasing wink, “It will be listening to you telling me over and over how much better the comic was compared to the movie, and how you could do it better.”

“That was entirely your fault, babes,” Cyclone crossed her arms defiantly, “I believe it was you who bought me the first edition of the Exploding Ninja Pirates From Outer Space graphic novel?”

“Plus the subscription.” Added Bluefeather, who carefully chose to omit the fact she only bought that because she forgot her girlfriend actually liked the Power Ponies and she had needed a birthday present a year ago.

Right!” cheered Cyclone like she had just won a huge argument, “So when they make a movie out of it, you know I am going to love it!” to seal her perceived win, she gave Bluefeather a pasty flavoured kiss of her own, “And you'd tolerate it!”

Playfully, Bluefeather rolled her eyes in a very good imitation of Monsoon, “The price one pays for unconditional love.”

“And I do love you unconditionally, Blue.” Even if she wasn’t sure what that meant. “So...shopping. I'd really like to keep doing the dom sub thing we did yesterday, y'know, if you liked it too as much as I did, I mean.”

After they had finished off their breakfast of pastries and coffee, Bluefeather said in a most confident dominant tone of voice, “I want to drive your van around. Let’s go to the park and get some exercise before the movie starts.”

“Yes ma'am,” Cyclone, as slow as she was, recognised the tone in her girlfriend’s voice, and she was fine with that. “The park it is. Just need to get dressed first.”

“So do I!”

“What,” Cyclone snickered, “In more than that long tee shirt?” she giggled, knowing she might pay for her snark later. Then, she stopped smiling and her face fell. She felt a horribly familiar sensation in her nappy. She was wet. It was a cold, clammy wet unpleasant feeling. It was her first day without the nurse on hand. “Before we get dressed, I uh, I'm wet…” her blush didn't show on her jet black skin, but it was obvious to anyone who knew her she was hugely embarrassed, more so than when she was playing the 'baby'.

“You’re wet?” Bluefeather remembered what the nurse told her in the hospital. “Oh, right, wet. Since we've been playing, I think this is the first time you've used your nappy. Um, would you like me to help you with that?”

“Yes please, Blue.”

Bluefeather’s heart broke for her girlfriend in that moment. She could read her body language like a book, and she was definitely embarrassed, and Bluefeather thought it would be hard to do that to Cyclone. “Okay,” she rubbed her hands, “I got this. Do we have supplies?”

“Yeah,” Cyclone suddenly found the window very interesting indeed, “True Heart sent me home with a bag full of stuff, it should be under the bed somewhere.”

Quickly, Bluefeather put on her ‘assertive nana’ voice. She had to shut this down pretty fast. “Okay, little Cy. Just lay still and Nana Blue will take care of your nappy.” As she laid the bed down flat, Bluefeather could feel the heat radiating from Cyclone's face like a mini sun. While she opened her nappy, she watched her shut her eyes tight. “Jeez, you're like wet, wet.” Bluefeather giggled and reached for the bag of supplies, “Um, okay, it doesn't smell too bad.” She removed the sodden nappy and used a wipe to make sure her brat was clean. “Gotta say, this isn't as sexy as last night when I was diddling with you.”

“I’m sorry Blue.”

Cyclone’s extremely tiny voice, a voice that said it was no fun for her either, made Bluefeather finally look up from her work at her face. “Hey now, none of that. If you start feeling guilty, then I'm going to start feeling guilty, and we'll be back to where we were a month ago. Do we want that?”

“You're right,” Cyclone conceded, “I know you're right. It's just, well, like you said, you've never had to change a real wet one before.”

“I was okay with that, and saved on buying nappies,” Bluefeather efficiently put on a clean one. “Now, we just need to get with the reality of today. So, you want to wear a onesie?”

“Don't tell me, a bright pink one,” finally, Cyclone opened her eyes and she made a little tentative giggle, “And you said you'd never embarrass me. Proved you wrong.”

Bluefeather closed up the wet nappy, “Catch,” she tossed it to Cyclone, who caught it. “Okay, I'm going long!” she ran over to the waste basket by the door, and, laughing at last, she threw it to Bluefeather, who dropped it in the trash can. “Score!” Dancing in victory, she went over to the dresser. “Yes, the pink one. You're going to look so cute!”

“You know I've never worn that outside, right?”

Now Bluefeather blushed, “I know, and we don't have to, but a light dress over it and it will look like pink leggings and sleeves.”

“Let's do it!” Cyclone made her mind up with a smile before she could change it. “You're very cute when you blush like that, you know that, right?”

“I’m cute all the time,” responded Bluefeather with a roll of her eyes, before she went to the closet and pulled out the pink onesie she had in mind and a royal blue dress. “This is going to look hot, and I'll know what is under the dress!”

“I can't wait to couple it with a grey collar,” Cyclone was almost giddy, “That'll make it double hot!”

Onesie and dress in hand, Bluefeather helped Cyclone get dressed, starting with her uncooperative legs. She then swapped the long shirt out for a green dress in the same summer style as her girlfriend’s blue one. “Now for the finishing touch,” she announced as she walked out of the closet and wrapped a grey collar around her black neck.

“Oh jeez...Blue...I mean, ma'am...this is so hot!” Cyclone didn’t know where Bluefeather had gotten the collar from, or how long she’d had it. She didn’t spare it a second thought on the way out of the mansion to the blue minivan. The Front passenger seat was still removed for Cyclone to put her chair there. She was happy to sit and be driven, humming a little tune. “How you finding the van?”

Bluefeather was finding the van remarkably easy to drive. It helped it was early in the morning and there wasn’t much traffic about. “I think I'll need to get you a chauffeur's hat.”

“Yes ma'am,” Cyclone had a moment's thought as the van drove along. She wasn’t looking at the road ahead, but at the city moving past the window. “Do you prefer ma'am, or should I call you Mistress, or what?”

“Wow, I've not thought about that,” admitted Bluefeather, and she hadn’t. She supposed she really ought to though, if they were going to be doing this play. “When we played before, it was Nana. I guess things are getting a lot more serious now,” she said as she pulled up at a junction and ran her fingers along the grey collar her girlfriend now wore.

“You put a collar on me, Blue,” Cyclone shivered when her grey fingers delicately brushed against the skin of her black neck, “That's new, and I think that's pretty serious, babes.”

“It got serious today when we're doing this in public,” agreed Bluefeather, “I love you. What term makes you more comfortable?”

“Well,” Cyclone gave the matter some serious consideration as she felt the van turn onto the next road, “Mistress is the accepted thing, I kinda know that much, but uh...well, Ma'am feels like a grown up version of Nana, y'know?”

“Maybe we can use Ma'am in public, but…” Bluefeather added with a wide smile, “Perhaps you call me Mistress in our private time.”

“Yes Mistress,” then, in response to the questioning look that Bluefeather gave her, she explained, “What, we're alone in the van, aren’t we?”

Laughing, Bluefeather had to admit, “That we are, Cy.”

“Damn...” Cyclone muttered softly, but not so softly that her girlfriend couldn’t hear her over the van’s engine, “I never really thought I was that submissive, but that felt good, calling you Mistress, Mistress.”

Thoughtfully, Bluefeather nodded. “I can definitely get used to this.” She could also get used to the tingling sensation of arousal between her legs that being called ‘Mistress’ gave her. “You need a pet name. Brat could work.”

“I like that,” Cyclone was quick to agree to that, “Brat it is, Mistress.”

Moments later, and Bluefeather pulled the minivan into the botanical garden park and she found a nice up front handicapped spot in the parking lot. “Now, for some relaxing in our nature in the middle of a city.”

“Look at this!” exclaimed Cyclone with a happy grin, “We get the premier parking. I can get used to this.”

“One of the things I'll be happy to take advantage of,” Bluefeather nodded as she killed the engine, “I got a review hanger for my car too, when you ride in it.”

“That's awesome!” Cyclone removed herself and her wheelchair from the passenger side of the minivan while Bluefeather daintily made her way around to her, “C'mon then, let's go do nature, babes. I mean, Mistress babes.”

As Cyclone wheeled herself along, Bluefeather walked by her side, a hand resting on her shoulder. “Is this where I say I think you're being naughty?” she asked with a giggle, that hand squeezing gently, “Or you're being a brat?”

“I wasn't being a brat, Mistress, honest,” Cyclone’s blue eyes went wide with the realisation that she'd admitted to being naughty. “I'm so used to calling you 'babes', it just slipped out.”

On the main path, Bluefeather stopped to look at some of the flowering summer plants. “I don't think either of us will drop into this role overnight, Cy.”

“You getting nervous about it?” Cyclone quickly added on, “Mistress?”

While she was studying the beautiful flowers, Bluefeather shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not nervous, as such, but I’m maybe uncertain, as to what I need to do and be for you.”

“Yeah, I think I get that,” Cyclone reached up and she took hold of her girlfriend's hand while she was looking at the flowers. They weren’t her thing, but she could appreciate they were pretty enough. “I guess it's easier for me. I just have to worship your feet and be your seat.”

Thankfully, Bluefeather squeezed the hand that held hers. “I just want you, and everyone else to know that you're just as sexy now as you've always been. Then, that is why I want to go shopping after we’ve watched the movie.”

Cyclone smiled up appreciatively at Bluefeather, “I look like me, only I don't feel like me sometimes. I know there are other people that have it worse than I do, than we do, but...I dunno...I have to remind myself I'm sexy, I guess.”

Looking around the park, Bluefeather saw that the place was empty before lunch. A very naughty idea crept into her brain. “You have something I don't have, brat.”

“What's that, Mistress?” asked Cyclone, who was slow as ever.

With a wide smirk all over her face, Bluefeather gripped the hem of her dress and flipped it up, revealing her bare behind to her girlfriend and the empty park, “Underwear!”

Treated to such a beautiful sight, Cyclone’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Holy shit, Blue!” laughing, Bluefeather skipped around her wheelchair bound girlfriend, but she teasingly held her skirt down. Cyclone reached for her skirt and missed.

Out of her reach, Bluefeather turned and mooned Cyclone, then she moved close enough for a pat and she quickly moved away as she turns around. “You're not the only exhibitionist. I'm just trying to avoid your father's camera.”

“That was the best full moon ever!” Cyclone giggled after patting Bluefeather's toned round butt cheeks. “Is that why you sent me downstairs naked last night, miss exhibitionist?”

“I see you're on to my game,” Bluefeather said with a faux snap of her fingers like she had been caught out, “I'm going to get you to the little park down from your house in just a onesie.”

Not for the first time, Cyclone's body language betrayed a very intense blush, “R-Really, Mistress?”

While Bluefeather's dress was too tight to give her brat a good view of her breasts, that didn’t stop her from bending over and kissing Cyclone's cheek. “Oh yes I am…” she left that hanging in the air as she kissed her on the mouth.

“Mmmmm!” thoroughly aroused, Cyclone returned the kiss and she allowed her hands to wander as far down her body as she could reach, stopping at her hips.

“You want another peek, don't you?”

“The thought had occurred to me, Mistress, y'know, seeing as we're alone.”

Smirking, and only because they were alone in the park, Bluefeather stepped up to the wheelchair and flipped her dress over Cyclone's head. “Close enough for you?”

“Hmm yes Mistress…” Cyclone immediately had her right hand on Bluefeather’s hip and her left on her inner thigh almost between her legs, where her head was, mere inches away from her perfect hairless pussy.

Standing over her, Bluefeather rubbed her crotch all over her brat’s face before she stepped away from her, leaving her panting in her chair. “Hmm, I want to do more of that in the future.”

“I'd like that too, Mistress,” responded Cyclone with a glistening sheen of pussy juices all over her face, “I’d like that a lot.”

Bluefeather took up Cyclone's hand as they continued around the gardens. “Sometimes I think nothing has changed,” she started, then she tapped a tire with her shoe, “And other times I think that everything has changed. Then I realize we are who we are now, and nothing will change that.”

“I'm still sucking air in, Blue,” Cyclone said as she squeezed her girlfriend’s hand, “And I'm thankful for that. I mean, yeah, this whole deal sucks, I won't lie, but y'know what? Like True Heart said, it could've been way worse.” She pulled Bluefeather into her lap and she hugged her tight. “I'm still here, I still got you. I'll work with what I got.”

“As will I. Now, what should we do for lunch? Mall food court? Burger Joint? Something healthy?”

“I fancy a BJ, babes.”

First, Bluefeather rolled her eyes at the old in joke she shared with her bratty girlfriend, then she laughed along with her. “You'll have to get a foot long then,” she sniggered, giving the correct old response. “First, let's go to the pond. They have feeding stations for the ducks and I'll get hungry watching them eat.”

“Come on then, let's get the duckies fed,” Cyclone laughed as she wheeled herself along the path. “By the way, I know what MiAC thing I'm getting you later.”

“Good, I look forward to the surprise.”

~ ~ ~

After spending an hour feeding the ducks in the park, Bluefeather parked up at the mall. “I still want popcorn for the movie,” she said as they got out of the minivan and she locked the doors.

“You can't have a movie without popcorn!” agreed Cyclone, and the two of them crossed the parking lot, with Bluefeather heading for the theatre entrance. When they got inside, Cyclone was struck by how normal everything looked. The damage was all repaired, like nothing had ever happened. When the sunglasses stand was in sight, and she was roughly twenty or so feet away, Cyclone froze. “It was here,” she said softly. “It happened here.”

Bluefeather knelt down next to Cyclone and she put an arm around her shoulders. “Yes,” she said softly but assuredly, “You were there.” She pointed to a spot on the ground not too far away, “And I was cowering over there,” she pointed again to a different spot.

“You were trying to get me to look at a purse you thought my mom would like, and I was in a mood being an utter nasty brat. You said, "I'm shopping for your mom, Cy, you can at least show interest".” Cyclone paused and took a deep breath as the memory came back to her, “Then...there was screaming, and everything went black.”

“Well, if it helps, if you were destined to get hit, by not being next to me you saved me.”

“We wouldn't have been there at all if I'd just picked out a damn purse, instead of demanding to go to the comic store.”

“It's a bit late for wouldn't haves, ifs, buts and maybes,” said Bluefeather wisely, “If we got you mom's present early, we would have been playing nana and baby.”

“I think that’s a moral for me, don't be a mardy bitch,” Cyclone reached over and hugged and kissed her girlfriend to her, “You're right though, Blue. Bit late for what ifs and might've beens.”

“Are you ready to be a brat about how Hollywood did your bestest comic wrong?” asked Bluefeather once she had been hugged enough. She did though have distinctly wet eyes when she stood up, a fact she was glad her girlfriend was too slow to notice.

Suddenly smiling, Cyclone’s mood took a huge upswing. “Am I ever! I mean, surely you can't mess up a movie about exploding ninja pirates?”

Bluefeather was sure the creators of the movie had found some way to annoy her girlfriend. “Let’s roll and see how they found a way to do so, shall we?”

“Your wish is my command, Ma'am!” much to the amusement of a couple of passers-by, Cyclone offered Bluefeather a cheeky little salute and then she sat her on her knee, before she quickly rolled them both over to the movie theatre.

~ ~ ~

Two hours later, and by some miracle, Bluefeather still had just under a third of her popcorn left as she headed out of the movie theatre. She glanced down at Cyclone by her side and at the sour look on her face. “Are you still upset that they used grenades instead of exploding shuriken?”

“How in the name of God's High Heaven can you mess up the signature weapons?” fumed Cyclone, who was still as angry now as she had been thirty minutes into the movie, “Fucking grenades! Grenades! When was the last time you read about a pirate ninja using grenades? Never! Why? Because they're ninjas!”

“Samurai Wolf used grenades,” Bluefeather pointed out as she opened the doors for them so they could leave, “But he wasn't a ninja. Having a shuriken stick in your head and explode is cool, but I think they just couldn't get the special effects.”

Cyclone though was in no mood to be diplomatic or generous to Canter Zoom, the movie’s creator, “And the effects were cheaper than a two bit steak!” she continued her rant unabashed, “The bad practical effects of the first movie are charming! There's nothing charming about shit CGI. And the Busty Bess is supposed to be a flying galleon, not a battleship!”

Realising this was going to go on for some time, Bluefeather took a deep breath and she reminded herself she loved her girlfriend. “I'm sure they did some study that said battleships are cool, and no one these days knows what a galleon is.”

“You know what the crowning turd in the cow pat cake was?” Cyclone raged as if Bluefeather hadn’t spoken at all, “Four movies in and they finally got to the Nightmare Ch…” Unfortunately, the rest of Cyclone’s rant was silenced by her girlfriend’s grey hand clapped over her mouth. They were walking past the line of people waiting to get in, and Bluefeather didn’t want to spoil the movie for them.

As it was, when Cyclone had said ‘Nightmare’, there were a few nasty looks and muttered curses thrown their way, which was nothing compared to the muffled rants and squeals and grunts from the wheelchair bound athlete until they were well away from the line. “Okay,” she said once Bluefeather had removed her hand, “I'm fine, I'm over it.”

With a kiss, Bluefeather doubted whether or not her girlfriend was actually over it yet or not. “I noted you didn't mind they changed the number two to a female,” she pointed out, “Explained how she was always a she in the earlier editions.”

“Some bits I will admit they did well, y'know?” Cyclone admitted, and she did want to like the movie, “That Number two was a good actress too! Chestnut Magnifico is awesome, but come on...” she found herself getting angry again, “It was the Nightmare Child! Batmare doesn't kill the Jester in the first ten minutes!”

“Uugh…” Bluefeather absolutely did not try to hide her annoyance at this point. She wasn’t here for this. “What if that was just a rouse for the next instalment?”

“Oh my God!” Cyclone came to a halt in the middle of the mall’s ground floor, making several shoppers have to walk around her. Her eyes were very suddenly wide open. “I forgot about that! In Issue seventeen of the Galaxy Wars the Nightmare Child returned more powerful than ever to lead the Horde of Travesties!”

Although she didn't know that, and she had no desire to be schooled on the subject, Bluefeather nonetheless still whapped Cyclone upside her head. Not necessarily playfully, either. “Duh.”

“Ow!” Cyclone, who was getting lost in the possibilities of future movies, giggled like an idiot. “I can't wait for the next one! I hope they make the next one! They need to make the next one now!”

“Maybe with more shuriken and less grenades...” added Bluefeather slyly.

Cyclone snickered, “Did I get too carried away again?”

“Brat.”

“Guilty as charged,” Cyclone didn’t even try to argue the fact. Instead, she looked over the mall to their next destination. “Guess I'm in need of punishing, huh?”

Casually, Bluefeather waved her hand towards the pinkest pink store front that was ever likely to exist, “We shall choose your form of punishment.” Crossing the mall and entering the store, Bluefeather went straight up to the counter, “Hello,” she greeted the tall young man who was staffing the register.

The young man, who according to his nametag was called Binder, greeted his two latest customers with a practised smile, recited, “Welcome to MiAC. Can I help you?”

“Me and my girlfriend are a bit new to all of this,” explained Bluefeather, who was surprised at how not embarrassed she was to be where she was. She pointed to her girlfriend in the wheelchair, “And she's a brat and I need to put her in her place.”

“Oh?” when Binder smiled this time it was a genuine 'not work', but a real smile. “And where's her place usually, miss? Under you, or on top of you?”

“Under me,” Bluefeather spoke like Cyclone wasn’t there at all, “As you can see, there are limitations as to what we can do together.”

“I do see. And when your brat is under you, do you sit on her?” asked Binder with warm inquisitive smile that reached his eyes, “I don't need all the details miss, don't worry, I’m just getting an idea of what you’d like to buy today.”

Thoughtfully, Bluefeather nodded. “But her tongue can only reach so far. Is there a gag that doesn't stick down her throat, but upwards instead?”

Binder had the very thing his customer needed. “We have just the thing, miss. Down the third aisle on your left. They come in three sizes and a variety of colours, perfect for reminding a brat of her place.”

“Do you have any literature?” asked Bluefeather, “I'm really new to this, and she doesn't have any experience either.”

“Of course, miss,” Binder was quick to suggest the books in question. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked about that. “The first aisle, you'll find all the books. I recommend Binding for Beginners if you're thinking about restraints, or the Voyeur in You, if you're an exhibitionist. Failing that, there are the general BDSM guides starting at volume one, or you can pick up the Dom / Sub, S & M book if you want to specialise your play.”

“Other than my hand,” Bluefeather showed off her right hand, “Which I do have experience with, what is a good starter tool for spanking?”

“We have an extensive range of paddles for you to choose from,” the shop assistant saw Cyclone open her mouth to say something, but he carried straight on before she could speak, “We also have some wooden hairbrushes. Good for starter players.”

A wide smile split Bluefeather’s face, “Thank you for being so helpful!”

“Any time, Miss. Just holler if you need anything.”

Before Bluefeather left the counter, she at last turned to Cyclone like she was remembering she was there at all. “Anything to add, Brat?”

“No ma'am.”

“Oh, by the way,” added Binder, “If you want a cute tag for that collar, 'Brat' is quite popular. Second aisle, halfway down on the right.”

Laughing, Bluefeather gave her submissive girlfriend a ‘follow me’ motion with her finger as she headed for the books first. Eagerly, Cyclone wheeled herself after her, feeling rather horny after all that. “I see someone's getting into their role,” to that, Bluefeather glanced back at her with a raised eyebrow, making her shiver, “I like it, Mistress.”

“Help me look for what may interest you,” said Bluefeather after she had affectionately cupped Cyclone’s cheek, “These two. Intro to Top and Intro to Bottom.”

“Yes Ma'am, we should get these, one for you, one for me.”

“I see they have an intro to Adult Baby Diaper Lover...are we ready for that?”

“Well,” Cyclone looked apprehensive, “We can get it, at least. We can't read it if we don't have it, right?”

Nodding her head, Bluefeather added the book to their basket. “I'm really not comfortable with using ropes, Cy.”

“Yeah,” Cyclone was glad Bluefeather had said that, because she felt the same, “I don't fancy them either. I guess the cuffs are okay, they're padded and safe. These ones are buckled instead of using keys. I like that.”

“Check, cuffs!” with a giggle, Bluefeather added the set of four to the basket. “A lot of these books look pretty advanced.” She then pointed to something that had caught her eye, “This is exactly what I wanted. The guy at the counter was really helpful.” She picked up a dildo that looked like a mouth guard with cock attached. “Not a lot of colour choices though.”

Cyclone noted there was only black, white and the primary colours to choose from. “You should go for the blue one. It'll match those cute blue freckles on your br...” at a ‘look’ from Bluefeather, she changed her tone, “On you, Mistress.”

That made Bluefeather chuckle, “Good save, Brat. Blue one it is. Now for something to correct that brattishness of yours.”

“To the paddles!” when they were there at the right aisle, Cyclone was open mouthed at the vast selection of crops, floggers, paddles and other instruments of correction that were on sale.

Drawn to one in particular, Bluefeather selected a black paddle with a heart cut out. “You may pick one also.” Cyclone chose a blue one with a star cut out. Taking it, Bluefeather added both paddles to the basket. “Okay. Now to just look around.”

“Hey, look at these, Mistress,” Cyclone pointed out a vast selection of nipple clamps next to a tray of differently sized ear clamps.

Apprehensively, Bluefeather looked at the clamps and shuddered, “Those look like they would hurt, Cy.”

“At least I'd feel the clamps though.”

“That is true.” Bluefeather conceded the point and she added the nipple clamps and for good measure, she threw in a set of the ear clamps as well. Then, she turned down the clothing aisle and Bluefeather just stopped and looked almost in awe at the sight that greeted her.

Behind her, Cyclone, who was looking at something else, almost rolled into the back of Bluefeather’s knees. “What, what you seen, Mistress?”

“That. Is. Majestic…” Bluefeather pointed to a black leather dominatrix outfit. “That is calling out to me.”

“Yeah, it's calling to me too, saying Blue would look awesome in that!”

“It’s a good thing that outfit can call me 'Blue' then, isn’t it?” Bluefeather spared Cyclone a rather imperious arched eyebrow look before she gathered up the outfit and she walked down the aisle, though she slowed considerably when she came to a bright pink maid’s outfit.

“That…” Cyclone stopped alongside her dominant girlfriend and looked where she was looking, “Is very pink, Mistress, and it's frilly and lacey and…pink.”

Carefully, Bluefeather looked it over, casting her critical eye over the garment on the rail, “Yes, it is very pink. Would you like to wear it, Brat?”

“It would be extremely humiliating, Mistress,” all that being said, Cyclone still nodded her head. Being made to wear such a thing, she couldn’t imagine herself being much of a brat, but she could see herself blushing with embarrassment. And that turned her on a lot.

Smiling, Bluefeather didn’t say anything, she just added the outfit to the basket. “Now, to the check out.”