Aria Blaze was many things. Ex- siren, dominant partner to her girlfriend, a badass bouncer, were just a few of her better qualities, as well as being blessed with the ability to cuss to the point that she’d make a sailor blush. What she was not though, was conflicted. She was a very simple minded, goal oriented person. Identify a problem, solve problem, move on. That was the way Aria lived her life, and she liked it.

So, when she found herself staring at her own front door for a good fifteen minutes longer than it usually took her to enter her house, she realised she was conflicted. She lowered her left hand from the doorknob, where it had been for the past fourteen minutes and thirty seconds. What was bothering her at least was easy to solve.

‘Dagi…’ she mused on her doorstep. Her older sister had, as of late, been the source of ninety nine percent of her worries, thanks to Sonata’s stark refusal to help in the matter. Aria had dropped Adagio off at Fluttershy’s animal place with the intention of her getting a pet. What she had not foreseen was that, after the surprise visit on her sister, that Adagio would actually be Fluttershy’s pet. Snorting derisively, she shoved open the door and stomped inside. She wouldn’t sort anything stood on the doorstep. “My sister may be a shit,” she called out by way of greeting to the house’s other occupant, “But she might just be able to un-fuck herself.”

“Ari!” Chestnut Magnifico practically jumped a mile in the air when she heard her girlfriend and Mistress enter their house. She was early! Chestnut had not been expecting her back so soon. Hurriedly, for she knew she had a matter of seconds judging by the heavy stomps from Aria’s heavy boots, she replaced the top on the jar of imported peanut butter praline crunch cookies.

The Forbidden Jar.

Just in time, the actress managed to get the top back in placed and she turned with a saccharine sweet smile plastered all over her face at the exact moment that Aria made it to the kitchen. “You're back, early, did it not go well?” While her smile may have been fake, her concern was not.

Aria, who was too weirded out by what she had seen at Adagio’s place, didn’t notice Chestnut being naughty. One did not un-see the sight of her older sister making like a cat in her own bathroom, after all. “It was not what I planned for,” Aria stated, oblivious to the incriminating crumbs that Chestnut casually dusted from her long knee length white tee shirt. “She was wearing a collar, Chesty.”

“Really?” Chestnut quickly swallowed the mouthful of cookie she had just been chewing and she walked out to the hallway to greet her lover properly. With any luck, she’d get away with it. Although, when she kissed her, Chestnut forgot to wipe away the smear of peanut butter praline remaining on her lips. “What happened, Fluttershy claim her?”

Nodding, Aria went in for a second kiss just to be sure of her suspicions and, with a satisfied smirk, she noted the distinct flavour on her lips that was nothing to do with the gloss she wore. “Yeah, Dagi was acting like a cat and that was what Fluttershy did. She made Dagi into her pussy.” Even though she was laughing at her own joke, she was running through a list of possible punishments in her head.

Still believing she had gotten away with her crime, Chestnut burst out laughing at the mental image of Adagio as a cat. “I can imagine she's an adorable kitty. At least she's up and off her couch. Oh, by the way,” she added as breezily as she could, “I took the bins out, went to the bank to sort out that issue with the animal charity and I met with my agent.”

“Nice to see you got your chores done,” Aria smiled dangerously, very much like a shark scenting blood, as she delicately licked Chestnut’s lips. “You even rewarded yourself for it.”

Realizing that she had in fact been caught out, Chestnut blushed so hard that her light tangelo skin turned a deep red colour. “Um...you said I could have one, Mistress…” she dearly hoped that would convince her dominant partner.

Unfortunately, as Aria kissed her pet once more, that didn’t cut any ice with her. If there was one certainty in the universe, it was that Chestnut could not have ‘just the one’. “I did say you could have one, pet,” she leant in and whispered in her ear, “Did you know I counted how many there were in the jar before I left?”

The floor fell out from under Chestnut’s feet. On the one hand, her Mistress could be bluffing. But, if she had in fact counted them as she claimed, and then had to go and actually check the cookie jar, then her punishment would be so much worse. “Oh...um...I um...I had more than one, Mistress.”

“Such a naughty girl I have,” Aria purred as she kissed Chestnut deeply, “A naughty, naughty girl.”

Chestnut’s blush showed no sign of going away any time soon as she returned the kiss. “I had three, Mistress.” Now that the cat was out of the bag, she felt it was better to own up now than to have Aria go and inspect the cookie jar. She did want to sit down this week. “They are so moreish though!”

Playfully, Aria shook her head and shrugged off her green denim jacket and set it on the kitchen counter. “It's not a potato chip, you can eat just one.” She then held Chestnut’s waist in both hands. Her slender waist. “When this is larger than your bust, you'll be singing a different tune.” Her devilish smile returned, “Treadmill now. Oh, and I don't want you to get your clothes sweaty.”

“Yes Mistress,” immediately and without question, Chestnut undressed. She removed her long white tee shirt she had been wearing and slipped off her sandals. That took care of her clothes, leaving her stood in just her pale fuchsia collar. She held her hands behind her back as she walked through their palatial house to the room she dreaded.

Not the Dungeon.

Oh no.

The Gym. Aria’s personal gymnasium. A veritable torture chamber filled with all manner of apparatus, each more hellish than the last. There were two treadmills in the middle of the room surrounded by several weight machines, each designed to train a different part of the user’s body. As Aria pulled the riding crop from its holder beside Chestnut’s treadmill – hers was the one with a chain attached to a leather belt that made sure she couldn’t get off before she was allowed – she stepped up on the hated device. “I'm sorry, Mistress.”

“Not yet you aren’t.” Aria smiled a toothy smile as she locked the belt in place around her pet’s waist. On purpose she used one notch more than was strictly necessary, then she set the pace of the treadmill to a fast walking speed of five miles per hour.

As Chestnut started to walk, she knew her Mistress wasn’t playing around. “My agent did say there's a new Daring Do movie filming in a couple of months,” she tried a diversionary tactic instead.

Unfortunately, the diversionary tactic didn’t work. Aria knew if her pet had breath to talk, she could walk. “That franchise is still going strong, is this number five, now?”

Concentrating dead ahead, Chestnut saw herself roll her eyes in the reflection of the full length mirror facing her. “It’s number four part two, Mistress,” she replied, though after a couple of minutes at the constant pace, she dropped back a foot on the treadmill, causing the chain to go taut as she slowed down.

While she smiled like a hunting shark, Aria struck the crop quick as a snake striking its prey. She was just as accurate and just as deadly, especially when the crop hit both of her pet’s butt cheeks. “I don't want you to fall off and get injured.” Not that she could fall off, but one had to play the role. “You still enjoying the part?”

“Aah! Aaaah!” Chestnut gasped with each strike and she duly sped up until the chain went slack. The crop hurt, sure, but at least Aria wasn’t using the electrodes this time. Yet. “It's a guaranteed role, Mistress. To be honest it's still nonsense to me.”

“That makes two of us,” Aria commented, before turning the treadmill up to a slow running speed of ten miles per hour, “But it does pay well.”

When Chestnut started to run, she watched her reflection’s D cup breasts sway and bounce with each long stride she took. “I wanted the part in the ocean liner disaster flick,” she moaned, “But Nooooooo my agent says I have to be Daring Fucking Do! Again!”

Gently, Aria caressed Chestnut’s jiggling ass cheeks with the end of the crop, paying careful to the parts she had just struck. “And how big is your Daring Do fan club?”

“I stopped counting when the newspapers said it was in the millions of members,” Chestnut grumbled as she ran at a steady jog, her long blonde and red hair whipping on her back where already a thin sheen of sweat was glistening.

“You do look hot in action adventure,” Aria said, though she did sympathize with her lover, “Especially when they rip up your clothing. So, before this one wraps up, tell your agent you want to branch out. Gives you a fighting chance before Daring Do three twelve comes out.”

Though Aria laughed, Chestnut slowed a little on the treadmill. “I was five years at acting school and all I'll ever be remembered for is "Oh no, not Cabelleron…or battling Ahuizotl for the millionth time or getting the idol of whatever from the temple of who cares...aaaaAAH!” she had been ranting for so long that the chain again become taut.

Aria delivered another two solid smacks after the two she had just swatted her pet’s ass with. She made sure the last two stung and left welts in their wake. “You will be remembered,” she stated. Just because she sympathised, didn’t mean she liked to hear her whine like a little bitch. “Most of the drunks I toss out of the club don't remember where they were tossed from.”

“Gaaaah fu-fuuuck!” Chestnut, ‘encouraged’ by the well placed strikes of her Mistress’s crop, sped up again, though her breathing was becoming laboured, “Y-Yes Mistress.”

“I think what you really want is a little gold statue on the shelf,” Aria smirked as she caressed the end of the crop over the red marks she had just made on her pet’s behind, “You do deserve one.”

“You don't get those playing Daring Do or a superhero,” Chestnut said through panting breath that was coming shorter and shorter the more she ran, “Scarlet Star got her third best actress this year...stupid polar explorer movie...” she grumbled, though not for long as her calf muscles were starting to burn from her exercise.

“Want me to crop your agent?”

“No...well maybe…not too hard...” Chestnut panted harder and, as her answers became shorter and to the point, sweat starting to glisten and drip from her naked scarred body. While she did all her own stunts, Aria was responsible for three quarters of the scars that adorned Chestnut and that she wore like medals of honour. “I just want a proper role!”

After a few more minutes at that speed, Aria waited until the chain was pulled taut and the sweat was dripping like a waterfall from Chestnut’s forehead until she finally slowed down the treadmill to a stop. “I want a roll right now. You do look fucking hot glistening like that.” Aria didn’t wait, she leant over the treadmill and she dragged her tongue across her pet’s heaving glistening breast. “You are one beautiful salt lick!”

“Hmmm...” Chestnut Magnifico smiled as Aria's tongue flicked across a long scar on her left breast, just above her nipple that went up to her neck. The first time her Mistress did that, she freaked out because she thought it was gross, but over time she had become accustomed to it. “You are always saying I'm tasty, Mistress.”

Teasingly, Aria licked her way down that scar until she arrived at the nipple, which she took between her teeth and bit, gently but firmly. Firm enough to get a gasp of pain, at least. “Enough to eat you up, but then I'd have to go get a real job.” Smiling, she picked Chestnut up like she was her bride and she headed through to the bedroom.

“Oh heaven forbid you should have to work, Mistress!” Chestnut giggled and wrapped her sweaty arms around Aria's neck.

Aria did not seem to mind her cream coloured shirt nor her plum denim jeans getting covered in her girlfriend’s sweat. In the bedroom, when she tossed her on to the bed, she stood with her wet clothes stuck flatteringly to her toned muscular body. A moment later, and those clothes lay discarded on the bedroom floor. Then, she pounced like a lion would pounce on its prey, though she used nips and licks. “I’ll eat you all up!” Aria then worked her way down to where the real flavor lay waiting.

Underneath Aria, essentially pinned in place by her dominant lover, Chestnut adored her predatory behaviour. It just reinforced the dynamic between them. “MMmmmmm…” she moaned as that talented tongue licked lower and lower down her body. She ran her hands through Aria's hair, her hips bucking upwards when she reached her sex. “I am yours to eat up, Mistress!”

Now, as it happened, Aria was quite a nippy muff diver and she went at Chestnut’s snatch deep and hard. The ex-siren plunged her face between Chestnut's legs, lapping at her pussy, laying kisses and bites upon her labia and clitoris. She went hard and fast from the start, and she did not let up for an instant. Aria did descend into an easy rhythm though as she lapped at her lover's clitoris.

Chestnut moaned back onto the bed as her Mistress's silken tongue pressed against her love button and her teeth nipped and bit up and down her labia. Jolts of ecstasy crashed through Chestnut as she was taken up to her edge, her entire body giving one great shudder as she did so.

Now, Chestnut was quite the screamer. When she was at last nearing her climax, the actress let loose. “C-Can...aaaAAAH can I cuuuum Mistress?” Still lapping and biting, Aria did not give her pet the permission she desired, she just worked Chestnut until she came without any choice and she came eventually, involuntarily, in a shower that drenched Aria's face.

Smirking in her victory, Aria diligently lapped up Chestnut’s ejaculate even as it spurted from her dripping pussy. When she was at last finished, Aria then took her large, swollen – and very sensitive – clitoris in her teeth and bit down upon it. Hard. “Naughty pet.” The dominant ex-siren’s words were drowned out though because Chestnut made a noise that was a mixture of a scream, moan and a whimper all in one. It was a noise that heralded a second orgasm. This climax was so strong it made her legs spasm and her eyes roll in her head, but Aria was able to keep her in place, before she tongue bathed her way up her body to nip each nipple. “Good thing you are tasty, makes you a keeper.”

“Ah...aaaah...fu-fuck...” Chestnut breathed and panted through her multiple orgasms, only barely aware that her lover had said anything at all, so intense was the afterglow. “W-Wow...”

Slowly, Aria crawled up her pet’s shiny glistening sweat covered body looking for a deep kiss and, after she had what she wanted, she crawled up further until she was sitting straddling Chestnut’s face resting on her knees with her legs either side of her girlfriend’s head. Once she was in place, she lowered herself so that her labia were millimeters from her face. “Your turn,” she ordered simply, “And do put some effort into it.”

“Yes Mistress!” Chestnut, positioned underneath Aria, took the last gulp of clean air she could before her girlfriend sat her crotch down hard on her face. The submissive actress did not waste any time and she thrust her tongue as deep inside Aria's tunnel as she could reach. She knew a lack of effort on her part would result in a lack of oxygen she was allowed to breathe.

Above her, Aria watched Chestnut closely for her safe signals or for signs of distress, especially as she was depriving her of air. She knew though that her lover would have to be in some serious distress before she clenched her fists three times. Moments later, long, long moments later, just as Chestnut’s fingers twitched, Aria moved her ass the tiniest amount to allow air flow. “Aaaaaaaah!” she quickly gulped down a lungful of air that tasted of Aria and she went straight back to work eating her out and flicking her tongue over her clit.

For the first few repetitions, Aria was content to just have her pet eat her. After the third time she allowed her to breathe though, the dominant was getting extremely horny. She grabbed Chestnut’s hair to hold her in place and she thrust her hips back and forth over her submissive’s face, literally fucking her face as she ground her clit against her nose.

When Aria started doing that, there was little that Chestnut could do to get her off, but she still tried to lick at anywhere she could reach. Sure enough, after just a few moments, Aria clenched her powerful toned thighs around her pet’s head as she reached her climax. She was not a screamer, but she did squirt a fountain and, with nowhere else for it to go, it all ended up over the actress’s face. “Phbbbbbbt…” Chestnut coughed and squirmed under Aria, her breath taken away by the climax above her. “MmmMMMMPH!”

“Well,” Aria sighed once the afterglow had worn off, though she was still sat on her pet’s face, “I'm feeling good. How are you doing down there?” she grinned when she got the green sign. “It’s still too early for dinner so it’s time for the next phase of punishment, the worse phase!” she let out some truly diabolical laughter before reaching over to her nightstand. “I’ve got two copies of this script, you're going to do a reading.”

Aria slid back down Chestnut’s scarred body until she was sat on her belly and she passed her one copy of the script. Her heart sunk through her chest when she saw that it wasn’t the latest Daring Do script, but rather it was yet another one of Sonata's dreaded fan fiction pieces about the vampires in Twilight. “What the...” she very nearly dropped it on the floor and sighed, “Not again, Sonata!”

Seated on Chestnut’s belly, Aria laughed and used her face as a footrest. “If you can read this garbage, then you can read anything. In character now,” she paused and looked at her copy, “You shall be Effervescence.” She giggled, “Even the name sparkles. I'm some dude called Hawthorne.”

“I think I'd rather you put spikes on the treadmill...” Chestnut sighed, though she couldn’t be too upset, her Mistress’s feet were in her face, after all. Besides, there was no getting away from the misery that was to come. “Very well, Mistress. Effervescence it is.” Sonata actually wasn't a bad writer, but neither of them cared for Twilight in the slightest. Aria kept up the reading until she was laughing too hard to continue and Chestnut was a blushing mess.

“What will you do if your agent finds a role in Twilight the movie for you?”

“I'll tell him the same thing I told him when he wanted me to do a nude scene,” Chestnut answered her girlfriend in a heartbeat, “No. I have hard limits, and not just with you.”

Aria really couldn’t argue with that. “I'm not going to compromise your standards, but you look damn hot in ripped clothing. Just saying.”

“Ripped explorer's outfit on a jungle set is one thing, Mistress,” Chestnut offered back, her hands resting on Aria’s naked hips, “But the crap he wanted me to do in First Instinct, no thank you.”

“You're mine,” Aria prodded her pet’s nose with the toes of one foot and her cheek with the toes of the other, “And I don't share. Remember how Juniper Montage caused so much trouble on the movie set and those girls her father invited sorted it all out?”

“I remember, Mistress,” Chestnut nodded with a smile. Of course she remembered those seven girls, how could she not, after everything that had happened on the set of the last movie? “And I only display my scars for you.”

“One of them is Dagi's owner now.” Aria rolled her eyes and used her feet to caress Chestnut’s long two tone hair, “One of those cursed Rainblossoms, or Rainbooms. The yellow one, with the animals. Still, she was the only one that didn't either spit on me or pretend I wasn’t even there at all when I ran across her.” The blue skinned rainbow headed girl and the southern one had been particular disasters that she had no desire to relive.

“You mean Fluttershy,” Chestnut clarified as Aria swung her legs off of her and sat on the bed by her side. The actress took advantage of this and pulled her dominant partner into a very tight hug, even going so far as to kiss her on the lips, her cheeks and forehead. “You did the right thing going to her, Ari.”

Aria still wasn’t sure about that. Time would tell, she supposed. “I haven't told Sonata yet, but I'm thinking a dinner date, the six of us on Thursday. Still your off day?”

“Yes Mistress, filming doesn't start until next month.”

“Good,” Aria smiled and, once the – much needed - soppy moment was over with she extricated herself from Chestnut’s arms and groped her toned ass. An ass one could bounce a quarter off. “Get dressed in something sexy. I'm thinking Chez Pierre for dinner.” She then leant in and kissed her girlfriend’s nose. “No shower!”

Chestnut, who was accustomed by now to Aria’s eccentricities with regards to scent, simply nodded her head. The fact she literally stank of sex and sweat was of no concern to her. “I have the sparkly red dress I know you like, as long as you don't mind me showing these off,” she winked as she ran her fingers over a couple of old scars on her breast, her favourite ones.

Aria ran her index finger along the scars she herself had created. “You’ll use make up. I'll know they are there, but we don't need the paparazzi to interrupt our meal. And I. Don’t. Share.”

Chestnut kissed Aria’s lips, “They’re just for you, Mistress,” she looked down at her scarred chest and smiled. “That's my favourite one you've ever given me. It was the first you ever gave me.” That pain had been so wonderful, so…fantastic!

When she saw the dreamy faraway look on her pet’s face, Aria Blaze found herself reflecting on the scars she had given out to her. She remembered creating each and every one of lines that criss crossed Chestnut’s perfect body. It had almost been a month since she had given her the last one. “Have I treated you poorly over this past month, pet?”

“No, Mistress!” Chestnut answered quickly, “Of course you haven't!”

“I like to think I have a handle on my temper, and I don't love you for the scars. They are a part of you I love. It has been a while since I've made you bleed. I don't have to scar you to do that.”

“I love you Mistress, all of you,” without seeking permission, she kissed her and found Aria allowed it. “Even your temper, though you don't have to lose it to mark me.” Again, she kissed her, “It has been a month since you rewarded me with one Mistress, and I admit I was trying to coax a scar from you earlier.”

Smiling that sweet little dangerous smile of hers, Aria returned the kiss with one of her own. “Careful what you wish for pet. Subs who tease get scarred over my knees. For now, if you're wearing the red number, then I'm wearing that three piece suit.”

“Very well Mistress,” Chestnut gave her girlfriend a respectful bow as she got up to her feet. “I'll be just a moment getting ready.” She walked into her closet to search out the little red number. Once she had it and her heels in hand, she returned to an empty bedroom to get ready. Even applying the make up to cover her scars, she was quicker than Aria.

After a few minutes Chestnut, a very sweaty smelling Chestnut, was dressed in her collar, her red dress, her red heels and her hair done up in a ponytail, she stood in the hallway waiting for Aria. She didn’t have to wait very long. A polite cough drew her attention to the top of the grand mahogany staircase. Descending the red carpet was a sight to behold. “Lovely as ever, Chesty.” Aria stood at the base of the stairs looking magnificent in her three piece black suit and she kissed the back of her pet's hand. “Shall we adjourn for dinner?”

“We shall, my dapper Mistress.”

~ ~ ~

Chez Pierre just happened to be the fanciest, swankiest, most expensive restaurant in the whole of Canterlot City. Usually it had a three month waiting list, though Chestnut Magnifico could get in whenever she wanted, a fact that Aria was more than willing to exploit. At dinner, she ordered a strict 1500 calorie meal and a single glass of white wine for her pet, while for herself she chose the 200 gram steak meal with all the trimmings and a glass of red wine.

Something that usually cost as much as a secondhand car.

“Thank you for allowing me the meal, Mistress,” Chestnut smiles sweetly and took delicate bites out of a complimentary breadstick as she surreptitiously rubbed her foot up Aria's leg under the table. Not that she cared who was watching, what they did was nobody else’s business. When she noticed that the upper crust diners were politely ignoring them, Aria smiled and opened her legs. She was wearing pants, so she allowed Chestnut to have her fun. “I'm glad you went to see Fluttershy. It's nice to see you smile, Ari.”

Once the meal was served proper, Aria casually slipped off a shoe and sock, and she slid her left foot between Chestnut's legs under long red sparkly dress and, once she reached her goal, she used her toes to push her panties into her slit, the smile on her face growing ever wider. “After the meal I'll call Sonata and tell her to make Thursday available for dinner.”

“Eeep!” Chestnut exclaimed at the touch of Aria’s toes and she shifted a little on her seat as the panties were worked inside her. “Th-That sounds de-delightful, Mistress, aah, w-where are we eating?”

“I shouldn't let my toes do the talking,” Aria giggled delightfully, “I'm willing to risk Sonata picking the place.”

“Taco Towers it is then,” Chestnut giggled, mainly to distract herself from the toes that were pushing inside her vagina over and over again right there at the dinner table! “I do love your sister, but her vivid imagination doesn't extend to food.”

Aria laughed, and as she lifted a forkful of steak to her mouth, she pushed all her toes inside Chestnut’s tunnel. Idly she wondered what the press would say if they knew what they were doing. Not that she cared. She wouldn’t, however, do anything to hurt her lover’s career. “I'll bet a real bite to the winner she doesn't pick a taco place.”

“I'll take that bet, Mistress,” somehow Chestnut managed to eat a couple of bites of her food, in spite of the foot doing what it was doing. Sat across from her, Aria was obviously enjoying her ridiculously lavish meal, her toes being kept warm between Chestnut's leg, so much so that she had a second glass of wine. Chestnut too was enjoying where her Mistress’s foot was, especially as she was rubbing Aria's leg with her foot.

After Aria finished her meal, she ordered two cappuccinos, and one tiramisu with two spoons for dessert. Chestnut beamed a wide smile when the dessert arrived, for her Mistress knew her so well, and she did adore a tiramisu. “I love you, Aria.” She said as something her girlfriend had said in the bedroom occurred to her, “Don't ever think you've treated me poorly.”

Aria actually found herself blushing at that, something she hardly ever did. “Sometimes I do need a reminder, from time to time. I have treated so much of humanity so very poorly. They were little more to me than that cow that provided the steak. You have meaning to me, Chestnut, and I fear I'll retreat to the old ways with you.”

Chestnut reached over the table and affectionately squeezed Aria’s hand. “Like I'd ever let you do that, silly.” She slid her leg further up Aria's than it had been before. “I know all about your past, and I accept it because it's part of you, whom I love.” Aria chose not to answer straight away, instead she fed a small portion of the tiramisu to her girlfriend, ignoring the second spoon as she used the one to feed herself. “Hmmmm yummy!” she smiled and ate, “Aria, you say I give you meaning, well the truth is, you give me meaning in return.”

“It is nice to know someone as arrogant as me, but you, unlike me, know where the line is. I love to watch you dance on that line, and I love you.”

“Moi, arrogant?”

“Arrogant.” Smirking, Aria lifted her foot and pushed her toes into Chestnut’s snatch as deep as they would go. “In the best way.”

“Aaaaaah!” Chestnut blushed quite hard as, for the first time that evening, the other diners turned to look what was going on at their table. “Ah...I ah...I wanted to ask you something, something important.”

Keeping a neutral expression, Aria wiggled her toes inside Chestnut. “I'm listening.”

The effect of those magical toes was immediate. “Aaaaah...aaaaAAH wi-will yooOOOH!” the actress’s blush intensified to the point that she was about to burst into flames, “Will you m-marry me?”

Aria froze. The teasing fled from her in an instant. She could tell Chestnut was being absolutely sincere. “You would marry me?”

Chestnut nodded her head vigorously, the toes for the moment forgotten. “In a heartbeat, Ari.”

Immediately, Aria pulled her foot out of her lover’s vagina and, standing up, she walked around the table and tipped back Chestnut’s chair and kissed her deeply. She didn’t care that she had a bare foot. “I would be honored to make you my wife.”

“MMmmmMMM!” Chestnut couldn't care less who was watching as she wrapped Aria up in a hug and kissed her. And there were a lot of people watching.

After a long, long kiss, Aria set the chair back in place and then she returned to her own seat. “Okay, Chesty, you may have outdone me today. I don't know a thing about planning a wedding, but I'll help all that I can. Planning is on you.”

“As it happens, I don't either, but I'm sure I can find someone who does…” Chestnut blew Aria a kiss and gave her a wink. “I think we should celebrate our engagement at home.”

“I know you're right,” Aria waved the waitress for the check, one she would graciously allow her pet to pay, “One phone call, but we can leave this as a surprise for my sisters.” She pulled out her phone and called her sister. “Hi Sonata. Not tacos. Hey, you still free to do dinner on a Thursday? You can pick the place. What? Maybe we did. Does it matter. You can be a bitch at times. Yes I will. Oh, plan on six. No, I'm not telling with that dinner selection. Yeah, buy, love you too.”

Listening in, Chestnut heard the ‘you can be a bitch’, line and frowned. “Are there problems over at casa exhibitionism?”

Aria rolled her eyes so loud it could be heard over the table. “First she asked if we bet on the dinner spot, and I said maybe, then she goes and picks Taco Towers!”

“Wohoooo! I win!” Chestnut did a little jig in her seat, “Ahem, then what?”

“After that stunt I wasn't going to tell her who the sixth would be at dinner.” After Chestnut paid for the meal, Aria replaced her sock and shoe. “Now it’s time to celebrate. Did I say where you could bite me?”

“You did not, Mistress.”

“My negotiation skills are starting to suck, then I didn't think I'd lose that bet,” Aria laughed, “And no, I'm not going to tell you where I would have bitten you.”

“Never mind,” Chestnut patted Aria’s head and she kissed her forehead. “I still love you, Mistress.”

~ ~ ~

“Okay,” Aria said as soon as they were back at the mansion they called their home, “You have ninety minutes before I leave for work. I lost that bet, so Mistress Magnifico, what shall you do with me?”

“Well...” Chestnut smiled evilly. It wasn’t often she was in the position of the dominant partner. As such, she was determined to enjoy it for all it was worth. “I do like it when you smile. I think I'll make you smile some more. On the bed, if you please.” Aria wasted no time getting on the huge Princess sized bed, but as soon as her head hit the pillow she did some very fake snoring.

In a flash, Chestnut had Aria’s shoes and socks off and she ran her fingers up her now fiancé’s bare exposed soles. Immediately, the very ticklish ex-siren squirmed and screeched, “You won the bet, but there will be a tomorrow!”

Chestnut was sure that there would indeed be a tomorrow, and on that tomorrow, she would pay for the tickling she was doing today. But, for now, she cackled maniacally as she dug her fingers into Aria's delicate sensitive soles and between her defenseless wriggling toes. “Yes, but today is mine!”

Aria Blaze held onto the pillow for dear life as she tried desperately to flail her feet to freedom. Chestnut saw the attempt and she was ready for it. “I don't think so!” She swung her legs over Aria’s, and she sat on her legs, facing her poor feet and she continued to tickle all over her lover’s soles. It was not long after that, that a telltale patch of dark moisture appeared in the crotch of Aria's pants. “Ha!” Chestnut crowed, “Victory is mine!” She got off and crawled up Aria's toned body, “I love you Ari.”

“I'm floating on my love for you.” Aria deadpanned in return.

Chestnut inhaled not just the smell of stale sweat but now fresh urine and she giggled, “I suppose we can have a quick shower before you need to go to work, hmm?”

“Thank you ever so much, my most benevolent Mistress.”

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