[ Honestly, it would take some control not to start fucking the other woman - Mitsuru had formidable self-control at nearly all times, but Nami always seems to rile her up. The taste of her lips, her lithe, nearly naked body being so close; it all makes Mitsuru wet, makes her ache for the other woman.

Having to hold off on instant gratification, to deny herself the pleasure of fucking Nami with her fingers, her tongue and whatever toy she decided to use later... it would be a challenge. That in itself is exciting. She shivers at the thought. ]

I believe that ridiculous advert of mine said "your majesty"... [ She can at least be amused about that now, with Nami at least. Even if it had made her want to die at the time - and still kind of does. ]

I think I like "mistress" better. [ It's Nami's suggestion, of course she does. And this is the done thing, is it not? She's the furthest thing from an expert, but the word sounds appealing from her companion's lips. ]

I want to hear how it sounds on your lips while I mark you.