What We Forged in the White Heat (Dayasco) - Puppy
Summary: Daya finds herself tied and spreader-barred to a chair, and her captor is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. They also happen to be her girlfriend.
A/N: bosco uses she/they pronouns; daya, she/her. title comes from “eat your heart out adonis” by wild beasts
Daya woke up to mostly darkness. Her eyes were open, yet she couldn’t see anything. No… she couldn’t have gone blind. She couldn’t have gone blind after a few hours, and she didn’t remember hitting her head.
The punk girl moved one of her hands to see if something was up, attempting to remove the blindfold – the keyword being attempting. “Let’s try the other one,” She muttered under her breath as the same thing happened again. She felt the stretching and squeaking of bondage tape around her wrists.
Momentarily forgetting the definition of insanity, Daya tried to stand up, but, in addition to her hands being fettered, she couldn’t close her legs. She couldn’t move them at all that much, really. If she wasn’t fastened to the chair, she would have waddled her way around and probably not have gotten much mileage anyway, considering her legs were spread as far as they could.
Squinting her eyes behind the blindfold, even more senses erupted. She felt a sudden draft in the room, her hardened nipples getting the forefront of it the most. Another draft blew between her legs, her thighs slick with arousal. She shivered, but not from the cold. A bullet vibrator was inside of her, probably on its highest setting. It wasn’t like Daya could tell anyway. Whether it was at its lowest or highest setting didn’t matter; what mattered was the constant aching between her thighs.
No vision, no real range of movement, and no way of relieving herself of the pressure? There was only one logical explanation in her panicked state: she had been kidnapped.
Daya struggled some more, trying to inch herself closer to the door and see if there was any other weakness in her bindings, but she was stopped before she could make any real progress.
She heard the door open and the clicks and clacks of high heels on the hardwood. The footsteps got louder and louder as they circled her like a vulture to its prey. A low laugh filled the room as her captor’s breath blew hot against her ears. Daya could basically feel their lips brush against her.
Surprised by the nearness of the contact, she tilted her head away from the mystery person, but they still got closer. They always did.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
There it was: the voice of the villainous mastermind of a partner. Of course you weren’t kidnapped, stupid. Well, not really kidnapped. This was your idea anyway… Her thoughts raced after every word Bosco spoke.
Nonetheless, Daya still nodded her head, putting her trust in Bosco with whatever plans the two of them had for the night..
“Tell me. Out loud.” Bosco ordered.
“Red.” She faintly whispered back. “The safeword is ‘red’.”
“Good girl.”
Bosco whipped the blindfold off, and the first thing Daya saw was their smirk – that smug look of victory that dripped with dominance. They were wearing a smart black pantsuit, but instead of a shirt, she was cinched into a red pleather corset. She slowly took the jacket off, putting their burlesque experience into practice. As soon as she was done, she straddled the chair and scooped the cat that followed her into her arms.
“I quite like you like this, you know.” They began to monologue, stroking Tobi in their lap. “Bound, edged, naked… You’re lucky I didn’t gag you. I quite like hearing your sounds, believe it or not.”
“Why, thank you. They–”
“Ah ah ah,” Bosco tsked, waving a single finger for added theatrics. “I said I like hearing your noises. I never said anything about your words; you speak when you’re spoken to. Capiche?”
Daya couldn’t help but laugh. She pinched her fingers behind her back, subtly making the Italian hand gesture. “Y..yes,” She continued between staggered giggles, stopping once Bosco stomped one boot. “You got it! Capiche!”
“Hmm…” They pondered Daya’s answer as continued to stroke the cat, her slender fingers threading through the short fur. “Yes, what? It feels a little empty at the end of your ‘yes’. The rest of your sentence, even.”
“Hmm?”
“It seems you have forgotten that you can’t just speak to me however you want; you’re not in charge anymore, you know.”
She took a deep breath, feeling the pressure as her partner tapped their boot rhythmically yet impatiently waiting for a proper answer. “Yes… M-my Liege. I’m sorry.” Daya hung her head as her shame – and the overall thrill of the situation– flushed her cheeks.
“Apology accepted… You are adorable, you know that right?” Before the bound girl had a chance to respond, Bosco continued. “How cute you were, thinking that you could fully stop my nefarious doings. You think you’re so tough, but look at yourself! Is that the look of a hero?”
Daya didn’t respond, even though she was directly addressed. She glanced at her current position, struggling in her bondage to give her Liege even more power.
“Let me tell you something, Daya. Fill you in on a little secret…” They gently let their cat off their lap and walked over to her captive audience, letting the furry friend out of the door before going back to her gloating. “I let you win. I backed down, letting you believe you were good enough to beat me. And at the moment you’d least expect it, when your ego’s been inflated to its highest point… Pop!” They snapped their fingers right next to Daya’s ear for added emphasis. “There I am with the needle.”
“Or maybe,” They continued, circling around the bound girl again, “I didn’t have the needle at all. You just… deflated on your own, leaving yourself destroyed, vulnerable, and in a perfect position to be shown your true place.”
“Aren’t you disappointed, hero?” Bosco mocked as they lightly dragged their nails against Daya’s exposed shoulder. “That you fell for this: the oldest ruse in the book? That you came and went as easily as the Hindenburg disaster.” They cupped her chin, tilting it upward so Daya was forced to make eye contact. “Tell me.”
The captive sighed, the gears turning in her head to one-up Bosco’s own monologuing skills. That’s what happens when two overdramatic nerds date each other. Improv wasn’t her strongest suit, but when she was given this much material, how could she falter?
“Y…yes, my Liege.” She closed her eyes and tried to turn her face away, but that action was quickly corrected. “I –fuck–, I surrender. Everything. God… Please! Fuck!”
“How eloquent.” Bosco teased as she drank in all of Daya: every plea, every reaction, every little squirm in her seat, the rise and fall of her chest and how the sheen of her sweat glistened against her skin. How all the words she wanted to say seemed to fall out of her ears.
“Please!” Daya continued begging, resisting every urge to hump against the chair. “Fuck… touch me, PLEASE!”
“I am touching you.” They tightened the grip on her chin enough to prevent bruising.
“No, I mean–” She should have been grateful for the skin against skin, knowing what lied ahead was going to be even more torturous. The guilt of even asking for more contact swelled in her stomach. “Fuck, I wanna… I… wanna–”
“Has the cat got your tongue?”
There were plenty of things she wanted Bosco to do to her, but she didn’t have enough thoughts in her head to express that. Momentarily gaining back a sense of control, she quipped back. “It seems that the cat has left the room, my Liege…”
Bosco snickered, but got back into character as soon as she broke it. “It’s nice to see there’s some fight still in you, but I really thought you surrendered. Almost had me fooled for a second.”
“Well… uh– I have, my Liege. I shouldn’t hav –”
“Then prove it.” They hoisted a leg up, landing the boot in between Daya’s spread legs. “If your words aren’t enough, there’s another way to show you’ve given yourself to me.” As if like clockwork, the bound girl’s hips spasmed, trying to close the distance between herself and the toe of the boot. While she looked at the boot, fully focused on worshiping it with her limited mobility, Bosco only wanted to look in her desperation-filled eyes. It was a shame she wasn’t gonna see them for a while.
“Good girl. I expect you to lick that off later.” Bosco pulled the blindfold back down and kissed the top of her forehead, leaving a bright red lipstick mark: a temporary claim of ownership. “Now that you’ve sworn your fealty to me, I believe you’re due for an inspection. How does that sound?” They asked as if Daya had a choice in answering.
Daya nodded her head as the vibrations in between her legs seemingly grew more intense. The boot then left the space between her legs, prompting a low whine from her.
“I pride myself on having my playthings in pristine condition, so you’d better not disappoint me.” Ignoring the whine, Bosco put on a pair of black latex opera gloves and snapped one of them against her skin, loud enough to gauge another reaction from Daya.
Daya half-expected her Liege to pull out a speculum or some other torturous device, but even they weren’t that evil. Besides, getting the duck lips would have been a bit overkill. Then again, it wasn’t that kind of inspection. She took a few more deep breaths to ready herself as she ignored the way those breaths hitched with every inhale.
“You’re drenched! Oh, you poor thing.” Bosco taunted as she dragged two fingers outside her slit, teasing at her entrance. “Are you that desperate for me? Even after you rutted against my boot? I’m half-impressed.” They then inserted one finger that prompted a poorly muffled moan from Daya’s mouth. The cool latex meeting her warm, wet folds was slightly overwhelming. They slipped it in and out, gradually inching the active vibrator out of her cunt. They could practically feel her walls expand and contract around the gloved finger.
Daya’s face was even more flush as she felt the vibe being fished out of her. As soon as it was turned off and she no longer felt the pulses through her thighs, Bosco shoved two fingers into her. She tried her best to remain quiet and still, but her body betrayed her. Her hips jerked and spasmed, desiring more and more stimulation which her domme was much too happy to give. She closed her eyes, trying to think about literally anything else than orgasming.
How well Fendi did at the groomers today. What she was going to make for dinner. How her Liege’s thumb rolled against her clit in long, teasing strokes and how the rest of their latex-clad fingers were knuckle-deep inside her.. How she much would have wanted to have vibrator back in then go through this pleasurable torture. How those fingers just kept getting faster and faster and there was no time for her to —
“Cum. Now cum for me, my hero.”
And she did. The orgasm shot out of her before she could even register it could happen. Her whole body shuddered as she squirted onto Bosco’s gloved hand. She was practically on cloud nine. Daya panted in dire attempts to catch her breath, the desperation dripping out of her mouth with the drool from her lolled out tongue, and she could have sworn she heard a camera flash, or at least the sounds of a familiar Android camera.
Bosco set their phone aside and wiped their still dripping fingers against Daya’s cheek like it was a used dish towel, then made her way back behind Daya. They breathed in, a faint smell of the blonde’s conditioner wafting to her nose. “Open.” She ordered, patting the cheek with her cleaner hand. Daya’s jaw dropped, giving Bosco permission to shove her the cum-covered fingers into her mouth. “Clean.”
Daya tasted herself on the fingers– her tongue swirling around them like a popsicle on a summer day –, and it was the best thing she’d ever tasted in that moment. She bobbed her head up and down and barely noticed Bosco’s other hand stretched across her chest groping one of her breasts.
She might as well have gotten wet again from just that. Then again, it wasn’t that hard to get her aroused. Any sort of stimulation or an off-handed glance from a pretty girl could have gotten Daya’s panties soaked in an instant. She once again felt a familiar set of lips brushing against her ear. “Color?”
Daya almost forgot how to form words when Bosco checked in on her. How was she feeling? First of all, she felt great. She stammered, fumbling over syllables –and the fingers still in her mouth– before she gave her official verdict. “Green… Still green.”
“Good.” Bosco finger-fucked her throat to the point where their sub was deepthroating the latex. “Take it. Take it like the good slut I know you are.” They cooed, her eyes focusing on Daya’s desperation. The way her body reacted to every little motion was one of the best things she loved about her partner.
It may have been greedy of her, but the blonde wanted something bigger. She didn’t really feel that from the fingers alone. She mumbled a garbled “more, please” around Bosco’s fingers as her hips spasmed yet again, grinding on nothing.
“What was that?” They pulled their fingers out of her mouth for a second before shoving them back in, thinking it would be more fun to hear her captive struggle to speak around them. “I couldn’t quite understand you.”
She tried to get the words “I need something bigger, My Liege” out, but it once again sounded unintelligible. Maybe the words “something bigger” or even their title were fully understood. Everything else? No. Lucky for her, Bosco knew exactly what she meant.
“What’s that? You wanna swallow my seed? The greatest hero of all time wants to be a criminal mastermind’s — her rival’s fleshlight? ” Bosco took the fingers out and wiped them against Daya’s cheek again. She started unzipping her fly, getting herself hard in the process. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
“Please… let me worship you, My Liege.”
“If you insist. We oughta have you plugged up, so you don’t cause water damage.” Bosco taunted as she slipped a vibrating dildo into her, turning it on in the process.
Before Daya could even ask who ‘we’ referred to, she felt another eruption of pleasure between her legs. She arched her back, leaning forward in an attempt to get a little taste of Bosco in her mouth.
“You cum when I cum, understood?”
Daya nodded in agreement before Bosco entered inside her mouth. Moving herself on the toy inside her, she gently suckled at the tip, her tongue licking up any possible pre-cum from there. It felt strange to do without her hands, but she was never one to back down from a challenge. Momentarily forgetting how to pleasure someone orally for a second, she let Bosco’s length just sit in her mouth while her lips tightened around it.
Before she knew it, Bosco held the back of her head and decided to thrust into her, making the fleshlight comment into a reality of sorts. Her dick sat in throat. The action that reminded her of lazy Sunday mornings where the two of them weren’t able to get up turned rougher and forceful, and she couldn’t complain there. She didn’t mind rough at all.
While they used Daya’s head, Daya had other ideas. She used her tongue more, the flat of it running on the underside of her length to stimulate her further. The strategy seemed to have worked a bit too well throughout the course of the blowjob.
“I’m gonna – fuck, Daya, you’re so good. I love you so much. –” They didn’t care that the ‘I love you’ slipped out; her mouth was just that divine. “I’m gonna cum.”
And she did. Daya quickly followed suit, releasing herself onto the dildo that didn’t slow its pace. She could keep coming like that for ages, like she was constantly caught within the roaring waves of pleasure.
“Hehe… how was that, hero? How did it taste, knowing you’ve been defeated, reduced to… this?” They pulled out, some of their cum dribbling down Daya’s chin.
“Amazing… My Liege.” She answered, surprised that she could remember her own name.
“Good girl…”Bosco purred, “Now for the pièce de résistance.” They took the blindfold off for the last time and let Daya adjust to the light again. “Look here,” She ordered as they showed off a choker Daya hadn’t seen before: something just for this occasion. It was almost like one of the ones with the heart-shaped D-ring, but with a sturdier black leather. “This way… everyone knows you’re mine. As if they couldn’t already tell…” The mastermind giggled as she twirled the collar on her finger.
“Please…” Daya begged, her voice hoarse from the fingers and her pleading eyes fixating on the collar, following its every motion. “Please… my Liege…”
“Use your words and tell me what you need… That shouldn’t be hard for someone who had such a smart mouth earlier, should it?”
“No, my Liege. It s–shouldn’t.” She squeezed her eyes shut, as if the tightness of the squeeze made her focus more. Her mind was too deep in subspace and relishing in an long-lasting afterglow that all she could think about was the hazy pleasure that clouded all of her decisions.
“If you want me to collar you, all you have to do is ask, baby.” They laughed, any pretense of her villainous persona melting away by the second.
“P…please collar me, my Liege. I’m yours, all yours!”
“There, was that hard?” Bosco smirked as she grabbed a pair of scissors from off the table and cut the bondage tape off their submissive. Then, they unlocked the spreader bar, helping Daya stand to her feet. “You good, Daya?”
Daya gave a few quick nods as she clung to her girlfriend like a baby koala. She needed a moment to fully come to her senses. She looked up at them, and she could have passed out from how beautiful Bosco was. “Boscy… we didn’t get to—“
“I know, and it’s okay. Tonight was all about you. And you…” They maneuvered the collar around Daya’s craned neck, securing it in place before gently massaging her back, grounding touches to bring her back to reality. “did so well… How about I clean you up real quick and draw you a bath? You… can take that off when you get in the water. Don’t want the leather getting all messed up and all.”
“Sounds great… my Liege.” Daya giggled as she took herself off Bosco and leaned against the bed.
“You don’t have to call me that right now, you know.” Bosco set both of the chairs back to their original spots in the room and started getting out of her corset. Unless you want it to be a whole TPE thing… That thought of a permanent dynamic only brushed her mind, but that was for another day.
“I know, but it just rolls off the tongue.”
“Fair enough. I’ll get that bath ready and we can talk more about it, ‘kay? You want bubbles, right?”
“Damn right, I do! Maybe we’ll look at that photo you look” Daya sneakily followed behind her domme and washed the ruined makeup, drool, and leftover cum off her face in the nearest sink. Looking in the mirror, she saw her delightfully ruined body and the collar around her neck. Her mind wandered to how she even got to this in the first place.
–
“So this subreddit is suggesting ‘mattress’ as a possible title? Combining master and mist–?”
“No.” Bosco immediately shut that idea down. “I see what they’re trying to do. You’re not calling me ‘mattress’ or ‘mastress’ or… whatever other combos they have. And get off Reddit.”
Daya sighed as she furiously typed ‘gender neutral titles for dominant’ into another tab, hoping for another reliable source. “Back to the drawing board then… Captain?”
“I like it, but not the vibe I’m going for.”
“Owner?”
“Fuck no!”
“Then, what do you want? None of these sound like a criminal mastermind; they’re all so regal…” Daya rattled off a few names from the list, laughing at almost every one. “‘Your Highness?’ ‘Your Eminence?’ ‘Your Grace?’ Oh yeah! Spank me harder, My Liege!”
And there it was. The next thing she heard was a low cackle, gradually growing faster and louder. From that reaction alone, Daya knew she was in for a wild time.
Summary: Crystal and Gigi take Daya to her first ever pride.
A/N: Here’s my fic for Pride Bingo! I chose parade <3 ao3 link
“Are you almost ready?” Gigi shouted from the living room as Crystal made her wait as she finished up applying her makeup.
“Yeah! I just need to finish putting on my eyelashes!” Crystal yelled back, trying her best to hurry so they could leave. It was a rare occasion that Gigi would be ready to go before Crystal was, but she was running a bit behind because she had misplaced the busy button up she had planned to wear under her overalls.
“Okay, I think I’m ready!“ Crystal announced as she finally emerged from their shared bathroom, hair and makeup finished. “I hope we aren’t too late; I don’t want to ruin Daya’s first pride by being stupid old Crystal.”
The two girls had gone to pride together every year since they had gotten together. It was a tradition, and this year would be extra special because her half-sister, Daya, had come out to them a few months prior and they both wanted her to join in on it.
“You won’t. She loves you and I could hear her excitement over text when you invited her to join us.” Gigi pressed a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek, handing Crystal her own mini lesbian flag. The ginger had gotten a mini trans flag for herself, two little lesbian flags for them to share, and a tiny pansexual flag that she would give Daya once they had picked her up. “Let’s go get her.”
The ride over to Crystal’s parent’s house included them blasting queer music, exchanging kisses at stoplights and talking about they wished they were able to do things like that when they were younger since both of them had come out officially during their first year of college.
When they pulled into the driveway, Daya was sitting on the front steps, ready to go.
“Has she gotten even taller since the last time I saw her?” Gigi whispered as they watched the teenager run up to Crystal’s Subaru.
“I don’t know. Probably.” The green haired girl replied as Daya climbed into the backseat. “Hi, Daya! I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. You need to stop being so busy with school all the time so we can hang out more. Hi, Gigi!”
That sentence made Crystal’s heart sink. Daya was barely ten when the green haired girl graduated high school and the art school one town over had become her main priority, she had felt like she had missed a huge chunk of her baby sister’s life. “I just saw you at your middle school graduation last week!”
“I heard you didn’t dress up for it.” Gigi chimed in, reaching into the backseat to hand Daya the pansexual flag she brought for her. “How come?”
“Thanks, Gigi. And I didn’t know I was supposed to dress up!” She defended herself, making the older girls snicker, “Even if I did know, I still wouldn’t have put on a stupid dress.”
“Fair enough,” Crystal chimed in, making Gigi gasp.
“You both are so weird. I love dressing up!”
“Daya, she’s started designing the dress she wants to wear at graduation. A yearin advance.” The Latina enlightened her younger sister, making her laugh. Gigi rolled her eyes, and Crystal knew why since she had gone into great detail about how fucking fantastic the ginger would look in the dress once she finally got around to buying the fabric and making it.
The drive downtown was enjoyable, Crystal had missed spending time with her sister. It was a huge bonus that Gigi and Daya got along well. The two girls talked about sewing, the younger girl telling the ginger how she had made a stuffed bear out of fabric scraps while Crystal struggled to find a good parking spot that was close to the city block that had been marked off for pride.
Parking the car, the green haired girl turned back to look at Daya. “Are you excited?”
“Yeah! This is so cool!” The younger girl squealed, grabbing her backpack and her mini flag, “I can’t believe you two wanted to hang out with me.”
“Of course we want to hang out with you, you dork. You’re my baby sister and Gigi has no other friends.”
“Hey!” Gigi yelped, reaching across the center console to pinch her girlfriend’s side, “That is not true! I have tons of friends.”
They went back and forth for a while until Crystal remembered that it wasn’t just them and that Daya was in the backseat. After that, they finally exited the car and made their way down the street and to the event, the two holding hands as the fourteen year old walked ahead of them, waving her flag around.
“I think she likes that little flag more than what I got her for her birthday,” Crystal observed, Gigi squeezing her hand tighter.
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The three explored the area together, hitting up all of the stops before the parade started. There was a smaller stage where local bands, dancers and drag queens would perform, which was Crystal’s favorite part of pride. Her and Gigi would usually spend most of their time standing around and enjoying the music and performances, but they wanted to make sure Daya experienced everything.
The younger girl was really drawn to the vendors, which was a mix of actual businesses owned by people in the community and rainbow capitalism. Being a baby gay, Daya did not know the difference but Crystal tried to sway her towards checking out the things that the queer owned businesses were selling.
After Daya had bought a bigger flag to hang in her bedroom and a couple of pins to put on her leather jacket, Gigi dragged the sisters to a booth where a younger girl was selling crochet animals with pride flag colors. Crystal gasped while picking up a lesbian pride opossum while a pansexual axolotl caught Daya’s eye.
“These are the cutest!” Daya squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. Crystal immediately matched her half-sister’s energy.
When Gigi had finally picked up a trans jellyfish, she ended up buying the sisters the animals they were holding as well. That was the first time in the three years they had been dating that Crystal had seen Daya hug Gigi, and it made her heart melt.
Not that she had doubts that her half-sister would get along with her girlfriend, but the girl with green hair was really glad they liked each other, especially because she was planning on Gigi becoming her fiancée before the year ended.
After buying some food, the three made their way back over to the stage, where Daya was left memorized by a drag queen who had done an amazing number. Gigi quietly explained tipping to the younger girl, Daya pulling a couple of one dollar bills out of her backpack and stuck her arm out for the drag queen to grab as she made her way around the stage.
People started lining up on the streets as they threw their plates in the trash, The girls ended up standing by a group of girls decked out in pride themed clothing, and Daya started interacting with a talkative blonde girl wearing a trans flag as a cape who appeared to be around the same age as her as they waited for the floats to come down the street.
Crystal gave Gigi a knowing look after the blonde started complimenting every single thing about Daya, the two watching as the brunette grew flustered.
The parade started soon after that, Crystal and her family watching as the colorful floats passed by along with people carrying pro-gay and trans signs along with flags. Loud music had started playing as well but somehow, the girl Daya was talking to was able to talk over it.
After the parade, they had done everything, so Daya and the blonde said their goodbyes before parting ways.
“Jasmine gave me her number! She went to the other middle school but we’re going to the same high school in September!” She babbled excitedly as they made their way back to the car.
“That’s great, Daya. Did you have fun?” Crystal asked, figuring that this was what Gigi dealt with whenever she got too excited.
“I had even more fun than I thought I would have! Thank you so much for bringing me.” She wedged herself in between the couple, wrapping her arms around the older girls. Crystal couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Daya this happy, and neither could Gigi. Thus, her baby sister’s first pride was a success.
