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wolfanficsTitle: The Opposite of Democracy
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: Australian Labor Party
Starring: Verity Firth, Tanya Plibersek
Pairing: Verity/Tanya, Federal ALP/NSW ALP (in a metaphorical sense if you care to see it that way :P)
Disclaimer: Not true. In any way, shape or form.
Warnings: kink, bondage themes, smut
Word Count: 649
Rating: FRAO
Author's Notes I: I'm so sorry, Charles. I was nagged until I gave in. Please forgive me. And you can stop giving me that amused look. It’s not funny. >:(
Author’s Notes II: …It was supposed to be the other way around, but dammit, Verity wanted to Domme something chronic and didn’t let me say no. XD
Summary: Um, I'm going to hell. Tanya/Verity kink slash. XD
The Opposite of Democracy
Tanya was always surprised at Verity's ferocity. There was something in that woman that demanded submission and, fuck it, Tanya loved it too much to deny her. No one knew, of course. No one could ever know. Though as far as party corruption went, it was hardly impressive. Though that would depend on how you defined impressive, if their dungeon was anything to go by.
It was a very impressive dungeon by most standards, secret as it was, with dark painted walls, cool tiles on the floor, high quality furnishings and equipment, and quite possibly the most frustratingly comfortable bed in human existence. Tanya hated that bed. You could fall asleep in that bed far too easily, and she had done so many times when she wasn’t supposed to. Tanya had a feeling that was why Verity loved that bed because it was simple torture to try and stay awake while lying in it when you were supposed to be concentrating.
It was cathartic, being in the dungeon. Stress release. You needed it every now and them to just vent your anger at the system and life in general. Sometimes, you just needed to escape and be someone else devoid of responsibility, just for a while.
Tanya was kneeling now after her whipping, whispering her penance to her mistress. Outside the dungeon, Tanya would always have seniority, but here, in the darkness, Verity reigned, and she reigned terribly. Tanya thrilled at her touch as Verity stood over her, scrutinising her confession. Tanya cringed in silence as the crop hit her back, aggravating the wounds already there.
“Louder. I want to hear every word,” Verity said, little sympathy in her voice.
“I'm sorry, Mistress. I spoke without permission. I did not take my punishment seriously. I did not show my Mistress respect. I did not speak loud enough. I am a bad slave and require proper punishment in accordance with her desires,” Tanya said, making sure she was heard this time.
“So you should be. Get up. Time you gave me some pleasure,” Verity said, reaching down to grab the leash attached to Tanya's collar.
“Yes, Mistress,” Tanya said, standing up at Verity's bidding.
Verity led her over to the bed and lounged back against the lush pillows, trailing her hands suggestively as Tanya crawled up between her legs, getting to work as she had been ordered.
Verity lay back, letting out a small gasp as Tanya pressed her tongue against her clit, licking it tenderly. It was as close as Verity ever got to showing her softer side in their dungeon. In there, her rule was absolute and unquestioning. She was harsh, firm and demanding.
Verity reached down, grabbing Tanya's hair as she sent her tongue inside her. Tanya wasn't rushing. She never did. It was part of her appeal, and pretty much the only power Tanya had over her when they were in the dungeon. Verity was writhing under her efforts, gasping and inhaling sharply and tugging on her hair.
Tanya worked her magic and Verity lay there panting, riding out her post-orgasmic bliss. Tanya crawled up the bed and lay beside her, sinking into her embrace. Verity held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her lips, tongue seeking dominance. There was something undeniably erotic about tasting yourself on the tongue of your slave.
Tanya pulled her close, needing to feel her body. She ran her hands over her breasts and shoulders and down her arms, caressing her skin gently with her nails until their hands linked together.
“Do I please you, Mistress?” Tanya said softly, gazing up at her.
“Always. Never forget that.” Verity smiled and kissed her again.
Tanya curled around her mistress, the bed urging her into sleep again as Verity ran her fingers through her hair. For once, things were okay. Nothing was urgent. Nothing needed to be explained. They could lie back and think of nothing, at least for a while.
Author: sashataakheru
Fandom: Australian Labor Party
Starring: Verity Firth, Tanya Plibersek
Pairing: Verity/Tanya, Federal ALP/NSW ALP (in a metaphorical sense if you care to see it that way :P)
Disclaimer: Not true. In any way, shape or form.
Warnings: kink, bondage themes, smut
Word Count: 649
Rating: FRAO
Author's Notes I: I'm so sorry, Charles. I was nagged until I gave in. Please forgive me. And you can stop giving me that amused look. It’s not funny. >:(
Author’s Notes II: …It was supposed to be the other way around, but dammit, Verity wanted to Domme something chronic and didn’t let me say no. XD
Summary: Um, I'm going to hell. Tanya/Verity kink slash. XD
The Opposite of Democracy
Tanya was always surprised at Verity's ferocity. There was something in that woman that demanded submission and, fuck it, Tanya loved it too much to deny her. No one knew, of course. No one could ever know. Though as far as party corruption went, it was hardly impressive. Though that would depend on how you defined impressive, if their dungeon was anything to go by.
It was a very impressive dungeon by most standards, secret as it was, with dark painted walls, cool tiles on the floor, high quality furnishings and equipment, and quite possibly the most frustratingly comfortable bed in human existence. Tanya hated that bed. You could fall asleep in that bed far too easily, and she had done so many times when she wasn’t supposed to. Tanya had a feeling that was why Verity loved that bed because it was simple torture to try and stay awake while lying in it when you were supposed to be concentrating.
It was cathartic, being in the dungeon. Stress release. You needed it every now and them to just vent your anger at the system and life in general. Sometimes, you just needed to escape and be someone else devoid of responsibility, just for a while.
Tanya was kneeling now after her whipping, whispering her penance to her mistress. Outside the dungeon, Tanya would always have seniority, but here, in the darkness, Verity reigned, and she reigned terribly. Tanya thrilled at her touch as Verity stood over her, scrutinising her confession. Tanya cringed in silence as the crop hit her back, aggravating the wounds already there.
“Louder. I want to hear every word,” Verity said, little sympathy in her voice.
“I'm sorry, Mistress. I spoke without permission. I did not take my punishment seriously. I did not show my Mistress respect. I did not speak loud enough. I am a bad slave and require proper punishment in accordance with her desires,” Tanya said, making sure she was heard this time.
“So you should be. Get up. Time you gave me some pleasure,” Verity said, reaching down to grab the leash attached to Tanya's collar.
“Yes, Mistress,” Tanya said, standing up at Verity's bidding.
Verity led her over to the bed and lounged back against the lush pillows, trailing her hands suggestively as Tanya crawled up between her legs, getting to work as she had been ordered.
Verity lay back, letting out a small gasp as Tanya pressed her tongue against her clit, licking it tenderly. It was as close as Verity ever got to showing her softer side in their dungeon. In there, her rule was absolute and unquestioning. She was harsh, firm and demanding.
Verity reached down, grabbing Tanya's hair as she sent her tongue inside her. Tanya wasn't rushing. She never did. It was part of her appeal, and pretty much the only power Tanya had over her when they were in the dungeon. Verity was writhing under her efforts, gasping and inhaling sharply and tugging on her hair.
Tanya worked her magic and Verity lay there panting, riding out her post-orgasmic bliss. Tanya crawled up the bed and lay beside her, sinking into her embrace. Verity held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her lips, tongue seeking dominance. There was something undeniably erotic about tasting yourself on the tongue of your slave.
Tanya pulled her close, needing to feel her body. She ran her hands over her breasts and shoulders and down her arms, caressing her skin gently with her nails until their hands linked together.
“Do I please you, Mistress?” Tanya said softly, gazing up at her.
“Always. Never forget that.” Verity smiled and kissed her again.
Tanya curled around her mistress, the bed urging her into sleep again as Verity ran her fingers through her hair. For once, things were okay. Nothing was urgent. Nothing needed to be explained. They could lie back and think of nothing, at least for a while.