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After getting down from my strange high and slipping back on the flip flop that flopped off, I was horny. But the mood wasn’t right to beg for an orgasm. This sucks. Tonight, in bed, I’m going crazy if Melody doesn’t do something to me first.

Speaking of Melody, she was peacefully swinging my hand around as we left the flamingo area, migrating toward the rest of the savanna animals. My feet were back to their frozen state, no longer distracted by Melody’s hugs.

We continued walking hand in hand around the nearly empty zoo until ten till five when we finally left. We ended up looking at around three-fourths of the habitats, it was nice. The only thing that could improve my mood right now would be a colorful sunset. Or an orgasm.

Melody found a restaurant for dinner, and began driving there. It was a little early, but it would take thirty minutes to get there so… it’d be fine. My eating schedule has been messed up these past couple days but it’ll stabilize once a routine forms.

The restaurant we went to was vastly different from the places I’d usually eat, and vastly different from any place I’ve ever eaten at. It was fancy. The building itself was in the city’s center, pretty close to the academy, and was up on a skyscraper.

As Melody entered, a waiter walked over and guided us to a private room. Who eats in a private room? Especially with only two people? The private room was circular, with a circular table in the middle and booth seating around it. The front of the room had a small gap where the door was. It was basically a semicircle, or semioval.

The waiter, who was dressed in a suit, handed us each a tablet, which had a giant menu on it. There was basically anything you could think of. Pastas, burgers, pizzas, weird names of rich people food, drinks, wines, desserts, sushi, anything. I, unsurprisingly, was not able to make a decision.

I was also not dressed for this place. All pink, a pink sweater, no pants… at least Melody looked relatively normal, if casual. At least it was a private room. There wasn’t anything to be awkward about other than a waiter peeping. Seeing me not clicking anything on the tablet, Melody asked, “Want me to order for you?”

“Yeah,” I replied as Melody began tapping away. Before she finished, a few drinks were brought into our room, two waters and two of some orange-goldish sparkling drink.

Setting down her tablet, Melody took a sip of the soda. “It’s sparkling apple cider. Try it.”

I did. It was very sweet and cidery. I’ve had sparkling cider before, but this definitely felt higher quality although I couldn’t quite place why. Maybe just the environment?

Melody grabbed my attention again when she sent over a status screen.

 

 

“I leveled up again?” I really thought leveling was supposed to be harder than this.

“Just submission, not the main system,” Melody clarified as she looked at some status window in front of her. “Why don’t you ever check your stats?”

“I don’t know.” I guess I should check more often. 

 

 

“Well, any idea what ability you want?” Melody asked.

Both options seem good and have basically no restrictions. A fifty percent reduced maximum? That shouldn’t matter if swapping allows the issue to be defeated, although it could be detrimental if it isn’t…

Spatial storage is also great. Five centimeters is a little small but assuming it levels up through use, then it should grow pretty quickly. And no cost at all is overpowered. It’s literally item teleportation.

The first option is objectively better for me with my stats so low… but those will increase soon enough, right? And spatial storage is just cooler. “Spatial Storage?”

“Good decision,” Melody agreed. “Perfect vibrator storage.”

 

 

“Eh? Vibrator storage?” I questioned, right as a waiter came in carrying a few dishes of food. Great. I felt my cheeks heat up, unsurprisingly.

The waiter just pretended he heard nothing, set down the plates, and left. Melody chuckled, then asked, “Have a better idea?”

“I—I don’t know.” How am I supposed to know? Storage will be useful once it has a use. It can store any small thing that I’m sure we’ll have eventually… What is something Melody and I might both need access to?

“You should be a bit more decisive, Scarlet,” Melody said as she slid over an empty plate. The waiter brought four dishes and two empty plates. “It’s cute when you blurt things.”

Fine. “Wallets?”

“That's a step in the right direction,” Melody nodded, transferring some food onto her plate. “I still think vibrators have more use.”

“Why?” There is no way we need a vibrator while we're traveling.

As I followed Melody’s lead and began filling up my plate with the appetizers laid out, she explained, “To put them inside you?”

Is that… “A question?”

“Just thinking.” Melody paused, lost in thought… or something. I began eating the items I’d dragged onto my plate. Starting with some fried calamari. It was delicious. Squishy yet crunchy covered with a slightly sour lemon zest and some black pepper. Probably more than that, but that’s my cooking knowledge. Then, Melody randomly asked, “Would you put one in?”

“A vibrator?” What is Melody asking exactly? Of course I’d use a vibrator… and now I’m getting horny again.

“Yea.” Melody confirmed, adding. “At random times in the day.”

“Like…” She wants me to wear one in public? That would be… so awkward. Her hitting the remote during a presentation… oh I’d die. “During school?”

Melody nodded.

“I… guess, yeah.” On the first day of school… dripping with arousal, vibrator on low inside of me, teasing me… I’m going crazy just thinking about it. It’d be so awesome! Being in public, trying to hide my shaking legs as I walk unsteadily through bustling hallways.

Melody was probably imagining the same based on the smirk that was slipping past her facade as she munched away on food. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”

“Uh…” I mean, I’m kind of into everything… like literally everything. Surely that’s obvious by now? Being a masochist is lovely… combined with a tireless want for degradation and humiliation… A billion different kinks flashed through my mind, Melody taking charge of every single one, from becoming a flamingo to petplay to watersports to whips to prisons to public spaces… 

Do I have any hard limits? Being a dom wouldn’t be super fun… although… I understand the appeal. A little. Having someone submit does sound a little fun… having someone submit to me, while I’m submitting to Melody? Eh. I think I’d still prefer being the lowest rank. There’s some appeal to feeling lower than a slave, serving a servant… the total worthlessness… knowing I’m nothing more than a toy… But it might be fun to try out the middle, stare at some worm crawling below me. Oh! Maybe being punished for my toy’s inadequacies. That would be so hot. Knowing there’s nothing I could do, knowing it wasn’t directly my fault. Fuck yes.

I really don’t have limits, do I? “No…”

“No?” Melody appeared to think for a little while I began eating the next item on my plate. Some weird cracker covered with some white fish vegetable mush? Didn’t look super appealing. It tasted alright, but was really cold. I wasn’t in the mood for cold things. The zoo made me way too cold… then way too horny… Melody spoke up again pulling me out of my reverie. “Could I make you orgasm for hours on end?”

“Yea… definitely.” Did you even need to ask that? Tie me up all day, Mistress. God I’m so horny right now. Tie me up right now, stick a vibrator there… send me to heaven. Please…

“Could I make you not orgasm for hours on end?” Melody asked immediately after.

That would not be pleasant. Denial… but the orgasm that would follow? Fucking amazing. Totally worth it, just really hard to achieve. I’d be willing… “If it’s what you wanted.”

“I want what you want,” Melody said between bites of her food. “Do you want denial?”

I hope this doesn’t bite me in the butt… “Yes… deny me.”

“Is there really nothing I can't do?” Melody seemed a little confused for some reason.

“With the safe word ability…” I don’t think there’s much risk. And without risk… knowing I’ll always be safe, even beyond my trust in Melody… I can always escape. Even if Melody got possessed by some magical creature, I’d still be able to escape. Why wouldn’t I try anything? “Nothing."

Then her eyes unfocused, probably looking at a system panel again, until she looked back up at me. “So if I told you for the next week whenever we’re in our dorm area, just mine and yours, you need to be naked, would you agree?”

“Why?” Did I do something wrong? That… seems like a punishment… one that will make me eternally horny.

“I recall you covering yourself up a lot earlier today.” Melody had her signature evil smirk once more. Oh, no. “Do you agree?”

I’m insane. “...yes.”