The rest of the day had been awkward. After freeing her friend, Mia simply got dressed and packed her things to head on home early. Claire didn't try to stop her. Both were silent as they walked down the hallway, where Claire turned the key in the front door's lock and let Mia step outside. The blonde turned around to face the older girl once more.
"I... I'm looking forward to next week.", she said, almost whispering, before giving Claire an honest smile, kissing her on the cheek and quickly turning around to be on her way.
Claire watched her crush walk away, paralyzed for a few seconds, before closing the door. Yes, next week would be great.

Claire looked out the window. It was still raining. The weather had changed wildly over the past five days from blazing hot to wet and cold. This Friday was apparently going to be one of the cold days. The athletic girl sat cross-legged on her kitchen bench staring at the street outside, dressed in tracksuit bottoms and a dark-blue shirt with long sleeves she had pulled over her sports bra. She had planned to do some jogging and playing some basketball before she would spend another weekend with Mia, but nature seemed to have other plans. Whatever!, she had told herself, Gives me more time to prepare. Yet she ended up doing nothing. She wasn't even sure what she was gonna do with her blond friend. She wouldn't push her into anything but if she wanted to do something...
Claire got up and rushed for the door as the bell rang. She came to a halt, sliding across the tiles with her socked feet and opened the door. A young girl cloaked in a yellow raincoat rushed passed her into the hallway. Mia shook her head like a wet dog, making her long hair fly around her, spraying raindrops everywhere.
"Welcome. Did you get wet?", Claire asked mockingly as she closed the door and took her friend's bag so she could get out of her coat and shoes.
"Hardly. Should have taken an umbrella with me, though." Mia hung her coat next to the door and slipped out of her boots. She wore skin-tight jeans and a white pullover, both just slightly drenched from the rain. "You wouldn't happen to have a towel for my hair?"

After drying Mia's hair and eating together, they sat in the bedroom once more. There it was again, the awkward atmosphere. The light, easy-going nature in their interaction was gone, for a moment they just sat on the bed, silent. The rain drummed against the windows, there was a deep growl in the distance, marking the arrival of a thunderstorm.
"So... here we are again.", Mia finally broke the nagging silence.
"Yeah." Claire rubbed her neck nervously. "Anything... you wanna do?"
Mia looked over to Claire's nightstand, a feeling of excitement forming inside her. "I guess so. I mean... yes. W-whatever you want, though. I have no... I mean..." Her hands lay in her lap, playing with the end of her sweater. She really didn't know what Claire was supposed to do with her. To her. She just wanted her to do something. Anything that would bring back the excitement from the earlier weekend.
Claire didn't answer. She merely leaned over to the drawers, opening one of them. As she sat down behind the younger girl and took her arms, she felt no resistance, no defiance. Strengthened by her crushes apparent readiness, she took a length of rope and started tying the slim wrists together, careful to bind them tight enough so Mia wouldn't be able to escape, but not so tight it would hurt her. More than once she asked her to make sure it was alright and every time Mia just shook her head, telling the brunette that it didn't hurt. Claire pulled the rope tight one last time and knotted it off. "Alright, try it."
Mia wiggled her arms, tried to pull her wrists apart but Claire did a good job, the rope didn't budge.
"I can't get out.", she confessed looking over her shoulder, earning a satisfied smile from her friend.
"Good. Hold still, I'm not quite done." She took more rope and started tying Mia's lower arms, forcing her to stick out her chest a little more. Having her try the bonds once more, Claire watched the blonde wiggle and turn to no avail, huffing a little bit under her breath. This was what she had been looking forward to. Part of her scolded herself for enjoying things like this, but after shoving an imaginary gag into it's mouth to silence her voice of reason, she put her arms around Mia, hugging her from behind. "Perfect. Now you're all mine again.", she smiled and kissed her friend's cheek.
"No gag this time?", Mia asked curiously, turning her head to try and look at the brunette.
"Do you want one?"
"I'm just asking..." Mia blushed and looked down. Was she seriously asking Claire to push a rubber ball in her mouth? This new weekend pastime was weird. She couldn't help but wonder how many people enjoyed helplessness like this and if there was someone else she knew who liked it this much. Except for Claire of course. Though the athlete seemed more satisfied with the dominate role.
"I guess that makes her my mistress...", Mia whispered. Claire flushed, her heart knocked against her chest.
"Excuse me?"
Mia blushed and wiggled instinctively. She would have wiggled her thumbs, pressing her arms against her chest, but she couldn't. "I... did I say that out loud?"
"You did. Repeat it anyway."
"Uhm... you're my mistress?" How embarrassing! She had just been curious and did some internet research herself after getting home the previous Saturday. She never intended Claire to know about it. Or anyone for that matter. She turned her head after she didn't get an answer. She only saw Claire reaching for the drawers. "Claire...? Did I do something wrong?" Claire took her chin and turned her head. Not violently, softly even. Her hair was brushed over one shoulder.
"If you're gonna be my pet, you better wear this then." Mia felt something being fastened around her neck as Claire pulled her in closer. Mia turned her head, stretched her neck a little, but the thing around her neck wasn't uncomfortable at all. Just unusual. "Alright, stand up." Not sure what was going to happen, Mia obeyed her mistress and stood up, just to be grabbed by the shoulder and led across the room to face a mirror next to Claire's wardrobe. It was a strange sight. Her arms were pulled behind her back and therefore out of sight, but what was really different was the black collar around her neck. It looked like a little belt with an eyelet on it, probably for some kind of leash. Mia blushed and met Claire's gaze in the mirror.
"You're not really going to treat me like a pet, right?"
"Don't be stupid.", Claire answered with a smile, "You don't have to be worrying about anything. I'll treat you carefully." She put her arm around Mia's hips, pulling her in for a hug. "As long as you behave, that is." She grinned, pressing one of her hands on Mia's bottom.
The blonde stiffened, though not fighting back or telling Claire to stop. She felt safe, at home. As long as it was her, she could do whatever she wanted. Once again, Mia had to ask herself if those were really her thoughts. Anything at all? She looked up at her slightly taller friend, meeting her warm gaze once again. Two of Claire's fingers grabbed the collar and pulled her in. Mia rose onto her tiptoes and closed her eyes as the two girls kissed. With a mistress like this, who would ever want to stop?