“Um… Rangiku?”

The 10th division’s lieutenant paused in her search and looked at Orihime, clearly surprised to hear her speak for the first time in awhile. “Yes Orihime?”

“As nice as it is to see you again, and as much as I appreciate your gifts…” the young woman looked back to the living room to once again inspect the white lingerie Rangiku had bought for her. The pure white stockings, garter belt and lacy white bra weren’t anything she was used to. And she hadn’t ever worn heels that high before. “You still haven’t explained to me what you’re doing here.”

Rangiku looked puzzled for a moment, then broke out in a huge grin. “You’re right! Silly me, I completely forgot to explain myself.” The busty blonde left the mess she’d made of Orihime’s kitchen cupboards and walked over to throw her arm around her young friend’s shoulders. “It’s very simple Orihime, you turned eighteen a few months ago, right?”

“Yes,”

“Well that means we can finally have some fun together!”

“Fun?” That sounded fine. Orihime always loved having fun with her friends. But weren’t most games played with more clothing than this? And there was one other thing confusing her. “Why would I have to be eighteen to have fun with you?”

“I have no idea!” Rangiku answered happily.

“Huh?”

“I told Nanao and Nemu about wanting do this with you years ago, way back when we first met three. I thought it would be a great way to relieve stress and get to know our new allies after everything that happened with Aizen,” a dark look flashed across her face, before it became pouty. “But Nanao wouldn’t let me! She said that the people in the world of the living had a bunch of restrictions on what people can do before you turn eighteen for some reason. I don’t get it, but she was really insistent. So I had to wait for you to turn eighteen.”

“Well, there is some stuff I wasn’t allowed to do before, but I don’t see what kind of fun new underwear can be used for.”

“Really?” Rangiku looked puzzled. “I thought for sure you were doing this kind of thing with that red head that’s always at your school.”

“Chizuru? I never really see her outside of school. Come to think of it, I’ve never really talked to her all that much at school either. Usually she just comes up from behind and grabs my chest.”

“Oh?” Rangiku smiled devilishly. “You mean like this?” The lieutenant’s arm vanished from Orihime’s shoulder and quickly joined the other one in tightly grabbing hold of her breasts. Orihime couldn’t help but let out a high pitched squeal as Rangiku pulled her against herself. She could feel her friend’s breasts pressed up against her back even as the lieutenant hefted and squeezed her own.

“Y-yeah, just like that,” she said nervously. Rangiku purred happily.

“I love these,” she whispered into her ear. “They’re just like I imagined them. Tight and firm even though they’re almost as big as mine. Nanao’s and Nemu’s are nice, but they’re nothing compared to these.” She made a happy, excited sound. “This is totally worth the wait.”

Orihime wasn’t really sure what to say. “Um… yeah, Chizuru says that my bre—“

“Not yours.”

“What?”

“You said ‘my’ just now. But for the next few hours,” she squeezed hard,” or maybe days,” another tight squeeze, “or possibly weeks,” Orihime was suddenly afraid that her breasts would pop, “these aren’t yours. They’re mine. Just like the rest of you.”

The young woman was extremely confused. She understood exactly what Rangiku was saying. Ulquiorra had said similar things when she was held captive at Las Noches. But this was different. Hearing it from an arrancar was terrifying, hearing it from a friend was… exciting.

“Uh—“

“Shh,” Rangiku interrupted. “I know this is weird, but trust me, you’ll like it. Now, I need you to do a few things for me.” Abruptly, she was gone from behind Orihime and back in the messy kitchen. “First, tell me where you keep your tape.”

Orihime struggled to respond for a few moments. “I- I don’t have any tape.”

Rangiku looked annoyed. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” she looked down, unable to meet her friend’s gaze. Then, her head shot up. “Oh! But I do have some medical gauze in the first aid kit!”

“What would you need with a first aid kit?” Rangiku asked with one raised eyebrow. “Oh never mind,” she said before Orihime could respond. “Gauze isn’t as fun as tape, but it’ll have to do. I’ll go get it while you’re getting dressed.”

“Huh?” Orhime looked down at her shirt and jeans. “But I’m already dressed.”

Rangiku rolled her eyes and pointed towards the living room. Orihime turned and was once again greeted by the sight of the fancy white lingerie her friend and brought for her. “Oh, right,” she said sheepishly. “I forgot about those.”

“I’ll bet,” Rangiku said flatly. Orihime almost jumped at surprise. She hadn’t realized she was this close again. She could feel the lieutenant’s chest press up against her back even as she reached over her shoulders to play with her own breasts again.  “Don’t forget the shoes,” she purred.

“Huh? But… we’re insi—“

“That’s the second time you’ve questioned me,” Rangiku interrupted, her voice now harsh. “You should never question your lady.”

“My… lady?”

“Yes Orihime. I am your lady. From now on, you shall address me as ‘Lady Rangiku.’ Understand?”

Orihime nodded.

“Good. Now, when I ask you a question or tell you to do something, you will say, ‘yes Lady Rangiku’ or ‘yes milady,’ and then you’ll damn well do it. Got it?

“Y-yes Lady Rangiku.”

“Good girl,” she purred. “Now, you may not have known how to properly address me a minute ago, but you still should have known better than to question my commands. You’re going to pay for that in a little bit.” Orihime shivered. She didn’t understand how she was going to pay for anything. It sounded ominous, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to be afraid. “But before that, get dressed.”

And with that, Orihime was abruptly shoved forward. The young woman stumbled onto her knees in front of her new underwear. She turned around to see that Rangiku, her friend, her lady, was gone. To get the gauze, she remembered.

Automatically, Orihime began to undress, wondering exactly what was going on as she did so. She honestly had no idea what would happen when she was finished dressing. Nobody had ever done anything like this with her before. It was weird, confusing, and really exciting. She was feeling a lot of nervousness, but it was outweighed entirely by a sense of curiosity.

Before long, she stood naked in front of the lingerie, wondering exactly how to dress herself. Was there some kind of special way to do it? Orihime had no idea. So she just started slipping it all on like she would anything else. First the panties, then the garter belt and stockings, and finally the bra. It all felt so much softer than pretty much anything she’d ever worn before.

She paused before putting on the shoes, instead focusing on her breasts. Orihime never really understood what was so fascinating about them. What made them so interesting to look at? Why did people want to grab hold of them so much?

Now she grabbed them herself, the same way Chizuru and Rangiku did. They were definitely firm, and it was kind of nice to feel that through the soft bra she had on. Unconsciously, she began hefting them up, squishing them together, and squeezing them. It was pretty fun…

“What is this?” an angry voice came from behind her.

“Oh! Rangiku!” Orihime abruptly turned around, embarrassed at being caught and surprised to see her friend back in the kitchen entrance, leaning on the wall with a gauze roll in her hand. She looked irritated.

“Lady Rangiku,” she corrected. Orihime blushed, ashamed at having forgotten something she’d been told only minutes earlier. “Why aren’t you finished dressing?” Rangiku demanded with a glare. “And who exactly gave you permission to play with yourself?”

Permission to play with herself? What did that mean? “Um, well, I uh—“

“Oh forget it,” she interrupted. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.” She strode forward, closing the gap between her and Orihime in moments. Without slowing down, she grabbed hold of the young woman and roughly shoved her onto the living room couch, face down.

Orihime struggled, trying to sit up, but Rangiku sat on her back, preventing her from moving. The Soul Reaper lieutenant grabbed hold of her arms and held them together with one hand. Seconds later, Orihime felt the gauze being wrapped around her wrists.

“Lady Rangiku? What are you doing?” she asked desperately, taking care to address her properly.

“Be. Quiet.” Unable to do anything else, Orihime obeyed.

Rangiku kept wrapping the gauze around her wrists. When she was done, she tore the roll free and started wrapping again just above her knees. Orihime continued to struggle, but only lightly, token resistance at best. Soon enough, Rangiku was finished with her knees and moved on to her thighs. When she was done with that, she pulled Orihime up into a sitting position and started wrapping the gauze around her chest, both above and below her breasts.

Finally she was done. Rangiku stood up off the couch and looked down at her young friend with narrowed eyes. Orihime was largely unable to move. Her ankles were free, but that was pretty much it. Above the knees, she could only wiggle around. Her chest jutted out, forced that way by the tape encircling her breasts, which now looked even bigger.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”  

Orihime, more confused than ever, could only stammer incoherently.

“I’ll take that as a no,” said Rangiku. “Good; at least you’re not trying to make excuses.” With that, she turned around and stepped over to Orihime’s pile of street clothes. She picked through the pile until she pulled out Orihime’s regular underwear and grabbed the high heeled shoes she hadn’t put on.  

Without a word, she corrected the young woman’s mistake, pulling the straps tight across her ankles. They were very nice shoes, and went well with the white stockings. They didn’t really cover much of her feet except for some toes, and they would clearly be difficult to walk around in, but they fit well and wouldn’t come off easily.

When she was done, Rangiku drew herself back up to full height and glared imperiously at Orihime. “Now,” she said. “You have been a very naughty girl.”

“I- I’m sorry Lady Rangiku,” she said quietly. What else could she say?

“I know you are sweetie. But you still have to be punished. You’ve made so many mistakes.” Orihime blinked, and tried to think of exactly what she’d done wrong. Then the other thing she said sank in. Punished?.

“First,” Rangiku said, cutting into her thoughts. “You didn’t have any duct tape. I like duct tape. I like the sound of it coming off the roll, I like the way it shines, and I like the way it looks wrapped tightly around naughty girls like you. Gauze is okay, but it’s not duct tape.

“Second,” she continued. “You questioned my commands. Twice. That should never have happened. I am you lady, you belong to me. That means you obey me without asking silly, useless questions.”

“I… belong to you?” Orihime whimpered.

Rangiku ignored her. “Third. You decided that playing with yourself was more important that following my orders. That’s even worse than questioning commands. I suppose I can’t exactly fault you for wanting to have some fun with these.” She punctuated that statement by leaning forward and groping her breasts again, much more roughly. “But even so, you should have at least bothered to finish dressing yourself.

“Fourth. You failed to address me properly when I came back from the bathroom. Only minutes after I explained how to do so. And finally, you made me put on these shoes.” Rangiku kicked at her feet. “You made me, your lady, work on something you should have done yourself. Yes Orhime, you have been a very naughty girl.”

The young woman was at a complete loss. She still didn’t even know what was going on! Why was Rangiku acting like this? What did she mean by punishment? And why the hell was she more excited than ever before?  

“Now,” Rangiku said as she sat down on the couch next to Orihime. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to drape yourself over my knee. Once there, I will strike you, sixty times, ten times for each individual infraction.”

“S-sixty?”

“Because this is your first punishment, I will be lenient and only spank you. Normally, I would punish you with a crop, or a paddle. On top of that, each spank will only be across one cheek, so really it’ll only be like receiving thirty spanks overall. Much, much less than a naughty, disobedient girl like you deserves.”

“Thank you milady,” Orihime said automatically. Where had that come from? Rangiku grinned. “I’m glad you appreciate my mercy. Now what are you waiting for?” She leaned back into the couch and gestured towards her waiting legs. Slowly, nervously, and with difficulty, Orihime moved her bound up body and lay across her lady’s lap.

Rangiku’s hand was across her half naked bottom almost instantly, caressing it gently. “And of course, you’ll have to count each spank.” Orihime had maybe half a second to process those words when she suddenly felt a sharp sting on her right cheek, accompanied by a loud smack.

A small squeal of pain passed through Orihime’s lips as she felt Rangiku run her hand across her other cheek. “O-one,” she squeaked.

“Good girl,” Rangiku said enthusiastically. Another sharp sting with another loud smack sounded form Orihime’s left cheek.

“Two,” she said.

And on it went for what seemed like forever. Each successive pair of spanks growing more and more painful until Orihime’s eyes began to wet with tears. She couldn’t see what was happening, but she could imagine her butt growing redder and redder. It was going to hurt to sit down after this.

Finally, after the last smack.

“Sixty!” she practically screeched. Then there was nothing, no sound but her own desperate panting. For almost a full, blissful minute, she lay across her lady’s lap, resting from her first ever punishment.

Rangiku rubbed her back slowly and softly. “Oh sweetie, that was nothing compared to what will happen the next time your punished.” Orihime shivered. Next time? “But even so, it was your first ever punishment, and you did a very good job. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you Lady Rangiku.”

“You’re welcome. Now, have you caught your breath yet?”

Orihime took one deep breath. “Yes milady.”

“Good.” She took Orihime by the shoulders and pulled her up so she was
sitting on her lap instead of lying across it. She was right, it did hurt to sit. “Now open up and say ah.”

The young woman didn’t bother wondering why Rangiku was asking this of her. She obeyed instantly, without question. “Aaaaaahhhh,” she mumbled with a wide open mouth. The mumble quickly changed into a muffled scream as Rangiku shoved something into her mouth, holding it in with her hand. What was happening now?

“Sush!” Rangiku commanded. Orihime fell silent almost instantly. “Don’t even think about trying to spit this out.” she said harshly. Her hand left Orhime’s mouth for a moment and the young woman made no attempt to expel the object in her mouth. Instead, she wondered what it was. It was soft, and felt kind of like…

Orihime’s eyes widened as she realized what was in her mouth. Immediately, without thought, she tried to shove her panties out with her tongue, but Rangiku’s hand returned before she had the chance.

“What did I just say?” her lady demanded.

“mmmmmmmphhhh,” Orihime whimpered.

“Oh, right. You can’t talk right now. Good. You’d probably just make me angry,” she said coldly. Without another word, she brought the roll of gauze up one more time and began attaching it to her face. “One thing I do like about gauze more than tape is that it doesn’t rip out hair as easily, which means I don’t have to worry catching yours.” She brought the gauze around Orihime’s head completely, faltening her hair against her head.

“mmmmmmmmmphhhhhh,” the young woman moaned.

Eventually, the roll ran out, and Orihime’s mouth was covered by layers of gauze. “Now, you realize that I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me again right?

Orihime’s eyes widened and she frantically shook her head. “mmmphooooo!”

“Yes,” Rangiku said sternly. “But not right now. First we need to get you back to my place! Oh, but first. I forgot something important.” She stood up, forcing Orihime to stand as well. It wasn’t easy to keep her balance all bound up in high heels, but Rangiku was able to steady her before she toppled over. “Now hold still.”

The lieutenant reached into her uniform and pulled something out. Orihime didn’t have the chance to see what it was before Rangiku had it up against her neck, encircling it. It was a collar! A thin, leather collar with a small metal ring attached to it. Then Rangiku pulled out something else from her uniform, and quickly attached it to the metal ring. She strode out, letting it trail behind her and Orihime saw that it was a leash.

“As I said earlier. You belong to me now.” Orihime looked up at Rangiku and saw the excited, predatory smile adorning her face. “I am your lady, and you are my slave. Do you understand?”

No, she didn’t. Not really. But she nodded anyway.

“Good! Now come along. We’re going back to my place for some more fun!”

Without another word, Rangiku opened up a doorway to Soul Society and began gently bulling on Orihime’s leash. Her ankles still hadn’t been bound, so she could take slow, extremely careful steps forward. A task made much more difficult by her high heels.
But soon enough, she was at the portal, following her friend— her lady— into bondage.

She could hardly wait.