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Clara couldn’t stop thinking about it. The ropes in Luce’s drawer is a constant buzz in the back of her mind that makes her glance at the cupboard every time, yanking her gaze away any time someone else enters the room. She wanted to touch them again, wanted Mama to use them on her but she just couldn’t get the words out.
Ona had started to notice pretty quickly, the pup was not subtle, at all. So, she made a plan, not wanting to put words in Clarita’s mouth. Luce was going to be in Barcelona for a weekend as her season was basically finished, she would as her if she would be comfortable with Clara sitting in on one of their lighter sessions. She knew the pup would pout but was always happy to help out her sisters.
She drove up to the pickup area, sunglasses on but no cap because it was a random Friday and she wasn’t getting out of the car. Pup strode of the doors, perfect timing, spent about 3 seconds scanning the cars before a smile took over her face, Ona’s favourite smile lines crinkling at the corner of her mouth. Ona leaned over to pop the passenger side door, Pup rushing to get inside.
“Hey Oni!” Luce leaned forward and Ona met her in a quick but reclaiming kiss.
“Hola, mi perrita. How was your flight?” She stroked the side of the Englishwoman’s face.
“Always too long when I know I am coming to see you and the girls.” Luce pushed her cheek into her mama’s palm, savouring the warmth that she had missed in the last few months.
“Alright, let’s get home, the girls are all excited to see you, Kika and Vicky especially.” Ona put the car in gear and pulled away from the airport.
“Vicky behaving?” The smirk on Luce’s face as she said that suggested she already knew the answer.
“Actually, she has been relatively good because we have been so focused, but I have had to introduce sensory deprivation punishments to keep her in the zone.” Ona’s hand moved to Luce’s thigh, the idea of being so close and not touching her pup felt sickening. “Also, Pup, I have a question to ask you.”
“Yeah?” Luce stiffened but focused in on her mama’s hand, keeping herself grounded.
“You know how Clara has joined the pups? She’s such a curious little one, and I have a feeling she likes the idea of our ropes.”
Ona made sure to introduce the idea along with the acknowledgement that shibari was something that her and Luce did together and it meant something to them.
But surprising both Ona and she, Luce felt okay with the idea, “Really, mama? That’s so nice, what were you thinking about doing? Giving her an intro session and wanting me to second?”
Ona paused, “Are you sure you are okay with it?”
“Of course, mama. I love it, why would I stop another woman from finding their love for it too. Also, your skills should be shared.”
Luce took a moment.
“Actually, maybe not shared per say, but I don’t mind if its Clarita. She is too sweet to say no to anyways.”
Ona finally fully relaxed, “I was thinking that instead of diving headfirst into an intro session, we might have a light-ish session and she can watch. She hasn’t told me outright yet that she wants to try it, so I just want to put her in the environment where she can see what it is like and decide for herself if she just likes the idea or wants to try.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m good with that. Kinda like the idea of showing it to her. But if I get overwhelmed, I don’t want to scare her.” Luce bit her lip at the slight caveat.
“That’s okay, Pup. If that happens, don’t worry about Clara, it’s just me and you and it shows that it is okay for scenes to not go perfectly.” Ona swiped her thumb up and down Luce’s thigh in a comforting manner.
But to Luce, who had gone far too long without her mama’s touch, that comforting rub was torture. She squirmed in her seat in that telltale way, and Ona could only smirk.
She wasn’t intending to be mean, but she knew that the rest of the drive would be a good warm up for this evening. “So, it will be a nice reunion with all the girls, and then dinner with us and Clara, then we’ll have our session.”
Luce whimpered as Ona’s thumb inched further up and she tried to focus on what she was saying. “Ale told me that Clarita is kneeling for meals now?”
“Such a gossip, that one. But yes, she is, fucking perfectly too.” The pride in Ona’s voice creating warring emotions in Pup’s chest, happiness for Clara and mama, but also jealousy.
The slight delay in a response made Ona look over at the next red light. “Hey, Pup, what,” she saw that set jaw, “oh. Puppy, look at me. I love you just as much as Clarita, you know that. You were my first, but I will never turn down a girl who needs me. She is not replacing you; she is an addition to our family.”
Lucy’s head dropped in shame, “Sorry, mama. I know that, deep down, it’s just hard when you’re so far away and I can’t be with you as much as I want to be.”
Ona melted, “I know, pup. It is the same for me. And just because I might start doing shibari with Clara, doesn’t mean I don’t need you. Our connections are so different but equally as important to me.”
She started to drive again but moved her hand to hold Luce’s rather than her thigh.
Luce took a deep breath, “Okay, mama. Thank you, sometimes I just- I just need to hear it.”
“Then I will endeavour to tell you more often. How is your sister? I'm so proud of her for going on holiday with the Chelsea girls, even if I miss her.”
Luce perked up with the change in topic to Keira, “She is doing so well, gutted with how the season’s gone, you know how hard she is on herself. But otherwise, she’s socialising more, she is more open with her emotions, I found her talking to Jojo the other day about how she was struggling with some emotions.”
Ona beamed at the news, “Oh yeah, Johanna did text me about that. I’m so glad that she is starting to form a support system over there that helps to take some of the burden off you.”
They pulled up at Ona’s house, and it took no time for Luce’s door to be wrenched open.
“LUCY!” Of course it was Kika who had wasted no time.
“Kika!” Lucy shouted back, accepting the younger woman’s enthusiasm and letting her basically climb into her lap.
“Hey.” Kika finally said once she was face to face with the older woman, brushing her nose with her.
“Miss me?”
“So much.” The Portuguese woman, snuggled close, a small part of her liked having Luce around for the ability to use her mother tongue and express herself in her first language.
“Missed you too, meu solzinho” The Portuguese version of her pet name making the younger girl melt.
“Oi, Kika, stop hogging her!” It was Salma’s voice that shook the two women out of their moment.
“Oye, Salma, we’re coming.” Luce waited for Kika to maneuver herself out of the car before hopping out.
Ona’s whistle from the doorway meant all the pups delayed their greetings till they got inside. Then: dogpile. Vicky went for Luce’s knees, making sure to cushion the older woman’s fall, and then the rest of them piled on top. Luce just let herself be loved by all her sisters.
It was a wild mix of wet kisses, confessions of missing each other, and teasing. The younger pups, the ones who were not as familiar with Pup, stayed back. Clara and Syd watched the chaotic scene, the mass of limbs and overlapping voices. Syd had met Pup a couple of times now, but she had never been there when Ona brought her home.
“Excited to meet Luce properly, Clarita?” Ona had come up behind the two pups. Clari having never been able to spend prolonged time with the older woman since she had gotten involved in the submission side of the Barcelona family.
“What… what if she doesn’t like me.”
Clara had been feeling almost sick, Lucy was Mama’s first pup, every single one of her sisters loves her, and what if she does not like her. Mama will listen to her; she might get kicked out of the family. She couldn’t even imagine not being able to kneel by mama’s side or join in with rewards or family dinners.
Ona turned Clara physically around, “She is going to love you, bebe. It will be okay.”
She pulled Clara’s head down slightly to press a kiss to her forehead. Then she put two fingers into her mouth and whistled.
The dogpile broke apart, revealing a flustered Luce who was already covered in bite marks and hickeys.
“You good, Pup?” Ona laughed at the dazed woman as she sat up.
“Mhmm, maybe I should stay away longer if that is the reception I get.” She approached Ona where she still had her arm around Clarita’s waist.
“Hey, nena. You alright?”
English, heavily northern English.
Clara glanced at her mama before, “I am- am I alright? I is not sick.”
Luce huffed a laugh before switching back to Spanish, “Sorry, bebe, just asking how you are.”
Clara flushed heavily, “Oh. I am good, yes.”
The silence could have been awkward, but the puppy-like nature of both women pushed them into a hug, definitely not Ona’s arm…
In their embrace, Luce whispered, “I hear mama has plans for us, I’m quite excited.”
Clara gazed up at her in surprise but similarly felt a warmth growing in her belly at the idea.
“Okay! Okay! You all got to see Luce, she’s here for the weekend so everyone will get to play.”
Ona addressed everyone and had planned this night perfectly when she knew the majority of the girls had their own plans. And those who didn’t, Torre and Caro had invited to dinner. It took about 20 more minutes for the living room to empty out, and Luce refused to let go of Clara the entire time, always at least a hand on her back. Whispering little jokes as everyone said their goodbyes to her.
Ona couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, seeing her first and most recent pups’ heads ducked together and laughing.
“Alright, pups, let’s have some dinner.”
Usually, Clara wouldn’t hesitate to go to her cushion but this time she paused.
“Go on, Clari, go kneel for me. Don’t mind Pup.”
“Yeah, Clara, I don’t mind, I just can’t anymore because the knees.”
The joke helped Clara relax slightly and she went about her usual routine of fluffing the cushion, kneeling, and getting comfortable while mama and Luce got the dinner ready. It was sushi from Luce’s favourite place in Barcelona, but also an easy food for hand feeding.
Dinner passed for Clara in a blur, she knew the conversation revolved around Chelsea’s disappointing end to the season, the fact that there was no tournament this summer and how they were going to organise getting all the subs in one place. Also, a Spain and England post-match session. But all this flew over her head as it emptied in favour of taking in Mama’s fingers, leaning against her thigh and dropping down. She has never dropped as far as she did the first time, but it was a pleasant float when Mama wasn’t speaking to her while she fed her.
Luce enjoyed being able to be with her mama, feeling the stress melting away from her. It also helped that Clara was so fucking cute, how sweetly she took Ona’s fingers, licking off residual soy sauce.
“She really loves it, doesn’t she.” Luce said slightly out of nowhere.
Ona beamed and looked down, “Yeah, she does. Bebe, do you like kneeling for mama?”
Clara’s bleary eyes looked up at her mama, “Mmhmm, so happy, mama. Love you.” She pressed a kiss to her mama’s thigh before going back to resting her cheek on it.
Luce felt her heart implode, not out of jealousy but cuteness aggression. “Oh my god, she’s so adorable.”
“I know. I feel so lucky that she trusts me about this.”
“You realise you are the one who gave her the space to realise she loves this? I can guarantee from personal experience, this is a mutual feeling.” Luce stood to clear the plates and dropped a kiss on her dom’s head.
“I’ll leave you to bring her up and then I’ll go to the bedroom.”
“Thank you, my perfect pup.”
Luce blushed but continued her tasks.
Ona changed the stroking pattern on Clara’s hair, a quiet signal that the kneeling session was over. She could tell as Clara began to come up because she would always nuzzle further into her leg before she would look up.
“Come on, bebe. Time for your surprise.”
It pulled her up further, “A surprise?”
“Yeah, bebe, I think you’ve been eying up Luce’s box. So, I’ve got a surprise.”
Clara had been coming up gently, like a kite slowly gliding back to earth, but with mama saying she’d noticed her looking, she plummeted back to reality.
“What? No. I haven’t, mama, I swear, I wasn’t snooping.” Panic bled into her voice as she tried to explain.
“Shhh, bebe. You are not in trouble. You are allowed to be curious and want to try new things, but I don’t want to influence you or let your sisters tell you what you want. So, if I am saying you have been eyeing up Luce’s box, what do you want out of there?”
Ona’s question landed right between Clara’s eyes. She stopped. Took a deep breath, like Ale had taught her, and looked into her Mama’s eyes, “I- I want the ropes.”
“Well done, bebe. Thank you for telling me what you want. What is going to happen is I am going to have a ropes session with Luce, so you can see what it is like, we’ll try a couple of beginners ties, and then we can play with our tied up pup, okay?”
Clara’s eyes went so wide at the idea of watching, “But I thought we weren’t allowed to watch you and Luce?”
“Normally, yes that is true. But this is a special circumstance, Luce and I have spoken about it, and she is more than happy for you to play.”
It was at that moment that Clara rose as quickly as possible from her cushion and made a beeline for the bedroom.
“Ah ah. Clarita, stop. Rules first, bebe.”
Clara stopped but kept looking toward the door. “Sorry, mama.
“That’s okay, bebe. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, use the traffic light system. If Luce gets overwhelmed, sit still in mama’s chair whilst we get everything sorted and if it is more serious then Torre will come and get you, okay?”
“Yes, mama. But why would she get overwhelmed, doesn’t she like the ropes?”
“She loves them, bebe, but you have to understand that subspace isn’t always the floaty feeling, sometimes the emotions get too big. And your big sister also sometimes has a sensory overload that means she has to take a moment, but unfortunately, we can’t control those. But this is a just in case.”
“Okay mama, can I go in now?” Clara really, really wanted this to happen and to go well. She had been dreaming about the ropes for months, even waking up humping her pillow once.
“Yeah, bebe. Go on.”
Inside Ona’s bedroom, Luce was in her Calvins, the ones she knew her mama adored.
“Ay, Pup, dressed up for me and Clarita, did you?”
“Of course, mama.” Luce responded whilst striking a pose. The tension of what they were about to do completely undercut.
Clara came close to Luce, Ona letting the younger pup lead.
“Can I- can I touch, Luce?”
“Yeah, Clari, thank you for asking.” Luce let her arms fall by her sides, opening herself to Clara’s exploration.
The younger pup started at Luce’s shoulders, feeling the taut muscle before going down to trace her abs. The muscle twitched under Clara’s hands, and she did it over and over just to watch the shudder.
“Having fun there, bebe?” Ona laughed as she went over to the cupboard and grabbed Luce’s favourite ropes from the drawer, the deep blue and soft texture calmed her.
“Yeah, mama, do you think I can get abs like Luce’s?”
She felt the muscle shake underneath her palm as Pup laughed, “Yeah, Clari, I’ll give you my training programme.”
“Go sit, bebe, it’s time to watch. Hands to yourself, no touching until I say.”
“Can I touch myself, mama?”
“Yeah, bebe. Well done for asking permission. Don’t cum.”
Clara settled onto the throne at the corner of the room with a great view of where the shibari was about to take place. Excitement spreading like gold shimmering through her veins. But as soon as it started her attention was too focused on the process to even consider the heat growing in between her legs.
Ona went through her process of laying out all her ropes, Luce sitting down and holding out her arms.
“What are you-”
“Bebe, I’m going to need you to be quiet during this, I’ll explain everything soon.”
Clara stopped and looked down, “Okay, mama.”
“She just likes to get in the zone, nena.” Luce comforted and Clara lifted her chin to watch again.
Ona then put Luce’s short hair into a ponytail. “Tonight, I’m going to use Pup’s hair as an anchor. I’m not going to suspend her.”
She then methodically built a chest harness, one that was more for aesthetics than functionality. A diamond harness, with the looped ropes at the base of her throat, above each breast, and under the centre of her bust, creating a large diamond with good support of her breasts.
“Normally, I would attach the back of this harness to Pup’s crossed arms behind her back. Instead, to show more styles, I am going to do a straight arm bind.”
Clara stared, the blue against the white of Luce’s sports bra and tanned skin made a beautiful picture but she could just imagine the contrast on her own skin.
Ona took her time in the arm binder, having to keep the ropes taut at all times to make sure they didn’t slip. She ran her fingers over every rope to check their tension, “Comfortable, Pup?”
“Mmhmm, wish we had the spikes.”
Ona laughed at her masochist. “A different demonstration, Pup. Now tilt your head back.”
Luce’s arms were pulled tightly together behind her back elbows almost touching with binding ropes at intervals up until her wrists. Clara wanted to run her fingers over both the rope itself and the skin underneath as it was pressed by the rope.
The hair tie she had used was wide and had a gripping texture so it would hold onto the silk that Ona was using for the hair anchor. The silk ran from her skull to her wrists, with just enough slack that if she tried to put her head forward it would pull her arm tie tighter, placing discomfort in her shoulders. The kind of predicament bondage that Ona loved to watch her girls experience.
“I’m not going to do a leg tie tonight, but I have a spreader bar for our tied up pup.” Luce’s head yanked forward to look at her Mama but instantly groaned at the strain in her shoulders.
“What about her balance, mama?”
“She’ll be okay, bebe. Plus, it means nothing gets in the way of playing.”
Ona grabbed the ankle cuffs and spreader bar, but also her sharp pair of scissors. She pressed a kiss to each thigh as she strapped the cuffs on, pushing her legs a part until she was happy and put the spreader bar in place. She stood and leaned into her pup’s ear, “And this is for teasing me with those boxers.” As she cut them off.
“Okay, bebe, come here.” Ona called the young pup over. “Feel.”
Clara didn’t know where to start. So much rope, so much she wanted to feel.
Ona saw the hesitation and took Clarita’s right hand and placed it on the harness, the dual sensation of the rope being thick and slightly rough, against her hand, the weight of the knots. “Does it hurt, Luce?”
“No, Clari. Not pain, it is more like a pressure that helps me focus on how I feel rather than letting my brain run wild.” Luce’s voice was slightly strained due to her head being tilted back.
“It can quiet your mind? Like when I kneel?” Clara’s voice sounded so hopeful.
“Yeah, Clari. It can.” Luce couldn’t help the smile that overtook her face as she understood the younger woman’s desires.
Clara then moved around Pup’s body, taking in the arm bind, seeing how taut the bindings were and how they bit slightly into Luce’s skin. Her fingers came up to feel the tightness. As soon as her fingers brushed it, she felt a phantom tightness in her own shoulders. She placed the silk tie that connects Pup’s hair to her wrists between her thumb and forefinger, so soft yet holding such a strong woman in place. She felt drunk. The idea of being held, unable to move until Mama released her. Not having to do anything as long as she was bound or make any decisions was so alluring.
Ona watched her newest pup’s face, seeing the exact same expression she saw on Maya and Luce herself. That desire to be free by letting go of all control, surrendering herself to the ropes and positions Ona put on her.
“Ready to play, bebe?”
“Yeah, mama?”
“Colour, Pup?”
“All green, mama.”
Ona grabbed a wand, the buzzing filling the room like a promise. She handed it to Clara who held it like a gun.
“Don’t keep her waiting, bebe. She’s been all worked up by being tied up. Have mercy on the poor thing.” Ona encouraged the pup.
Clara looked to her mama and then to the trussed up Luce, then back at her mama. She then placed the wand on Luce’s belly, still fixated on the ridged muscles and how they jump. Luce’s reflexes and being unable to see what Clara was about to do meant that her head kicked forward again, drawing out yet another regretful groan.
The wand moved south, stopping around her pubic bone. The vibrations a tease, but nowhere near enough.
“Clari, please!”
That was all Clara needed to hear, she moved it further down and watched with enraptured interest at how Luce’s drawn-tight body drew even tighter at the sensation of the vibrator on her clit. The strangled cry that came out of her sounded animalistic.
“Hold it there, bebe. See how much she loves it.” Ona came up behind the younger pup, holding her wrist to keep her pressure.
“Yes! There! Stay! Please.” The last word was a whine as Ona then pulled Clara’s wrist away.
Clara gasped as she saw how every muscle in Luce’s legs and belly rippled, even with the removal of the vibrator. “Mama, please can I put it back, want to see Luce finish.”
Ona paused but rejoiced inside at how Clara was gaining confidence and asking for what she wants.
“Okay.” She stopped holding Clarita’s wrist back and immediately she placed the wand back on Luce’s pussy. The guttural moan was reward enough for Clari, her thighs clamping together as she watched the pleasure take over Luce’s body.
Her orgasm was electrifying, it caused every muscle to tense, her head to jerk and her arms to be pulled tighter. Clara wanted, no, needed to feel it. Wanted to feel the pleasure whilst held by her mama’s ropes.
Ona quickly made work of cutting Luce’s arms free, undoing her hair tie, and releasing her chest harness. The spreader bar and ankle cuffs came off just as quickly. Clara, now she didn’t have anything else to focus on, could only feel her heartbeat between her thighs.
“Bebe, please go sit back down whilst I help Pup with aftercare.”
“Can I help?” Clara’s question came out small.
Ona looked back at Clara, seeing the earnestness in her face, and then asked Luce who gave an eager nod.
“Yeah, bebe, can you grab a warm damp cloth from the bathroom, and the lotion on the side.” She requested as she massaged the pup’s arms and stretched her shoulder joints.
Clara rushed to grab what she was told. Bringing it back and then sitting beside Mama and Luce as Ona gently cleaned her pussy with the warm cloth. “Okay, we apply lotion to wherever the rope has dug in. There aren’t many points today but just along her arms.”
After getting Luce’s permission, Clara began to rub the pawpaw into each red mark she could see, enjoying the methodical nature of it all, and how open Luce’s gaze was. “Is this what I look like, mama? After I kneel?”
Ona smiled, “Very similar, bebe.”
Clara gained a new appreciation for how her submission appeared and what it means.
“How you feeling, Pup?”
“So good, mama. Thanks Clari!”
“No… thank you, Luce. For letting me see this, and for letting me play.”
“That’s alright, nena. You gonna play with Mama?”
Clara turned to look at Ona who had a mischievous look on her face, “Do you want a little bit of rope?”
“YES!” Clara’s voice was the loudest noise that had been heard in the house in hours, the three women heard Coco’s nails scattering across the living room in surprise.
“I mean, yes please.”
Both Ona and Luce laughed.
“Okay, Pup, go sit on the bed. Bebe, come here.”
Ona got out a new but shorter piece of rope, letting the younger pup touch it. A deep pink colour, Ona rarely used it. “It’s kinda rough.”
“It needs to be, but it shouldn’t itch. So, tell me if it does.” Ona then began to create a double column tie cuff, explaining every wrap and the knot.
“How does that feel, bebe? Too tight?”
Clara gave no response, just stared at her wrists.
“Bebe, do you not like it, do I need to undo it?” Ona began to panic.
“No!” Clara pulled her arms away.
“Mama, it’s not bad. She is just feeling the pressure, the fact that she can’t move her wrists.”
Ona looked at Clara’s face again, this time more intently.
Oh.
Oh.
Clara’s eyes had lost their iris, pupil expanded to consume the colour.
“Can I have more?” Clara’s voice was rough with desire.
Ona smiled. “Yeah, bebe. Just a little though, we can’t do a full session tonight.”
The young pup pouted but nodded. She wrapped two more anchor points around Clarita’s biceps and attached the cuffs to them so she couldn’t move them away from her chest.
The restraint, the inability to move oddly removed a pressure from her chest. The immobilisation calmed something within her that she didn’t even know was loud. Any feeling of responsibility fled because she knew that being tied up, she couldn’t do anything, didn’t owe anyone anything.
“See, the pressure helps, no?” Luce said from the bed, relishing in watching someone else find their love for Mama’s ropes.
“Nnghhh.” The noise was accompanied by a nod.
Ona then placed her thigh between Clara’s still clothed legs, the younger woman immediately bucking into her leg. “Colour, bebe?”
“Green!”
What followed was a mindless rutting that Clarita disappeared into as her mind could only really focus on how the ropes felt against her wrists and biceps and how her clit felt as she ground against her mama.
Clara’s moans fell freely, and Ona’s eyes grew more and more feral. Her sweet, sweet girl was finding what made her feel good.
Time seemed to melt in Ona’s bedroom, everyone focusing on Clara and her movements as she chased her orgasm. Ona kept her thigh tensed, feeling the pup’s wetness through both hers and Clara’s clothing. Eventually, she came with a low groan and fell slightly forward into her mama’s arms. The dom pulled the release of each knot, placing a kiss onto every single mark that the ropes might have left.
She went through the same motions of cleaning the pup up with a warm cloth before putting lotion on everything. After all that, she led the now even more pliant pup to their bed. Placing herself in the middle, the two taller pups cuddled into each side.
“How did you like the ropes then, nena?”
It was Luce who broke the comfortable silence.
“Uh huh. So nice. Want to feel them again, please.”
Ona smiled. “Okay, bebe. We will.”