They spent the next minutes watching TV, laughing together, Mia leaning onto Claire the entire time, struggling with the bonds every now and again. Not to break them, but to feel them. To confirm they were still there, limiting her movement, making her depend on her girlfriend. neither of them was talking much for about half an hour. Mia was the one to finally break the silence.
"Did you plan anything for dinner?"
Claire stopped and looked down at Mia, whose head rested on her shoulder. A smile crossed her lips.
"I do, in fact. Let me just go and prepare it."
She gently pushed Mia aside to stand up and walk over towards the hallway to get into the kitchen. Mia listened to the soft steps and finally decided to keep watching TV until dinner was ready. Ugh. If only Claire had left it on another channel. Mia searched the area for the remote, spotting it on the couch table in front of her. She tried to bend her arms to the side. She barely could do anything. She turned and stretched, awkwardly reaching for the remote with her bound arms, not even getting to the edge of the table.
What am I doing, I can still walk. It was silly to not stand up. So she did. Well, this didn't do much., she thought to herself, turning her back to the table and bending her knees to get her hands on about the same level as the object of her interest. She tried bending her arms backwards. Again, barely anything she could do. She carefully inched closer to the table, her knees bend and backwards no less. She could only imagine how incredibly stupid she looked like now. She couldn't even turn to look over her shoulder to see her own hands grabbing empty space in the hope to catch the remote. This is stupid.
"Ugh, c'mon!", she barked in frustration, leaning back to at least get a little bit closer. She slipped. Her arms hit the edge of the table, her behind hit the carpeted floor. "Ouch! darn it!"
"What the hell are you doing?" Mia looked up, seeing Claire stand behind the couch, a grin plastered on her face. She quickly looked down, embarrassed.
"I... tried to change the channel.", she admitted, earning a giggle, more feminine than she remembered from her long-time friend "How long have you been watching...?"
"Are you kidding? I was only gone half a minute." Claire walked around the couch and knelt next to her, pulling something from under the couch. "Dinner's almost ready." She shifted behind Mia, turning her a bit so the table wasn't in her way. "Why don't you taste-test it?" Suddenly, darkness covered Mia's vision as a dark, smooth piece of cloth was put over her eyes. Two hands took her by the rope binding her upper arms and chest and helped her stand up. Claire gently pulled on her arm, leading Mia into the right direction.
"Actually... hold on." Mia stood still as Claire let her go. She could hear her silent steps on the carpet, she could hear movement, but couldn't tell what was going on. She just waited patiently, though her heart was beating in anticipation. She could be expecting anything from Claire right now, maybe even a completely new trick. She moved her arms again, this time more nervously.
Claire stepped behind her captive and pulled her hair out of the way so she could work on her neck. carefully, she fastened the collar around Mia's neck, stepping in front of her to examine the picture. It wasn't complete yet, that was for sure, but it already looked great. Claire felt an urge rising in her chest but forced herself to ignore it for the time being. She put two fingers through the collar and tugged, making Mia wince at first, but then follow the direction she was leading her.
"Much better, don't you think?"
"I don't know..." Mia gulped, feeling not strangled but strangely exposed by the accessory, though it didn't limit her movement. Was this what her sister was feeling like all the time? Or was it a different feeling out of context? Was Jane just wearing a collar as a fashion statement as Mia had believed until last week?
"You'll get used to it.", the brunette handwaved, leading the blonde into the kitchen, gently pushing her towards a chair and helping her sit down. "Unless... if you really get uncomfortable, just say so."
Mia blushed at the concern in her girlfriend's voice. Even though they had been doing this for a bit now, they were still green, both of them. Mia shook her head.
"I'll wear it if you want me to." A smile crept across her face. She wanted to do this for Claire and for herself, too. "So what about dinner?"
A plate was set down in front of her and she heard cutlery. Expecting to be fed, she leaned forward a bit and opened her mouth. But nothing happened.
"Well that's not cute at all.", Claire's disappointed voice commented, "If I'm gonna feed you, you could at least say 'Ah'."
Taken aback at this sudden demand, Mia closed her mouth again. Wasn't it weird to ask her to be cute in the state she was in? Or did it make sense that way? Mia decided not to think about it to much and obeyed.
"Aah~", the bound girl said, leaning forward again, opening her mouth wide. Claire bit her lip, holding back her giggling, as she fed her prisoner the noodles she had prepared for her own lunch earlier that day.
"This is good.", Mia said between bites, "Did you make it yourself?"
"More or less." Claire put another portion into Mia's mouth, watching her lips close around the fork.
She continued to feed her until the plate was empty, helping her to drink, which led to water spilling onto the sweater and both girls breaking out into giggles.
"So much for dinner.", Mia grinned as Claire whipped her chin, "What time is it, anyway?"
"Way too early to go to bed. I still have other plans." Mia felt her collar being tugged again and she stood up, following Claire back towards the living room. As soon as her feet touched the carpet, Claire stood, letting go of the collar and turning around to face the blindfolded blonde. Mia felt and heard Claire opening her belt buckle and her heart skipped. Her pants were pulled down and obeying Claire's commands, she raised first her left, then her right leg to let her take them off completely, also taking her socks in the process.
"Those stay here." Claire pulled on the collar again, leading her back towards the couch and gently pushing her onto it. Mia pressed her bare legs together and listened. There was rustling and the sound of metal coming from beneath the couch. She sat on the edge of the couch while trying to identify by sound what her captor was doing. Bare skin touched her legs as the taller girl climbed behind her, sitting down. She felt gentle hands on her stomach, pulling her back until their bodies touched. Claire's now bare legs pressed against Mia's and she could feel the softness of her girlfriend's breasts against her arms. Her heart beat against her chest, blood rushed to her face. Claire brushed the blonde hair over Mia's left shoulder, pulling down the collar on the right side just a bit, pressing her lips to Mia's neck.