[ it’s taken penny some time to grow accustomed to the rhythm of her dates with sansa. there’s an ebb and flow - because sometimes they just watch a movie, or head out to get some pizza or take-out. penny’s managed to drag her to an arcade a few times, and sansa’s weirdly great at shooting hoops and ski-ball. they don’t even have sex on every date, though they usually make out, like, at least a little.
but then there’s the nights that sansa wants to go all out, or at least flex her wealth. it’s not every time, but it’s probably a plurality. tonight was a dinner out, some sort of cocktail party (she honestly tries to remember what every soiree and fundraiser is for, but they all run together), a new dress for penny to wear. one that was a pale red, and clung to her like a second skin, and sansa kept on brushing her fingers against the hemline.
that was earlier - they’re back at sansa’s place now, and it could have been anyone’s guess what would happen next. a movie, a bath, some video games, getting eaten out - until sansa offhandedly mentioned that she had some ‘money to give,’ and penny knew exactly what that meant. ]
Th - Thank you, Daddy.
[ her dress is in a heap on the floor, and penny shivers as sansa’s fingernails trace against the bare skin of her waist. the lights are down low, music playing, and her girlfriend (slash-sugar-daddy-slash-occasional-mistress) is lounging on her favorite seat. penny’s legs are open, straddling on sansa’s lap, as she slides another hundred dollar bill into penny’s thong.
is penny wearing the skimpy lingerie that, in sansa’s clipped words, brings out your fat arse? yes. is sansa still in her suit? also yes. ]
[ penny hears the bell, and she knows exactly what it means.
her girlfriend always talks about pampering her, and to sansa’s credit, some of their vacations and trips involve that: hot stone massages, shopping trips, lounging by the pool or a private beach, skiing, screwing around in a hot tub - the list goes on. sure, sansa’s usually the one calling the shots, but penny won’t deny that it’s fun to get spoiled for a while.
but when they go the Resort, it’s different - they might get a dinner brought up to their suite, but penny’s setting the table. if they go to the pool, she’s the one fetching drinks. she carries bags through the boutique. rub sansa’s shoulders, give her a lapdance, eat her out, hold a tray out for her glass - whatever she says. and all around them, there’s other women doing the same - rich heiresses or businesswomen who like bossing their lovers around, or some who very clearly need to take a break and let somebody else make the decisions.
maybe that’s what this is - penny’s vacation from having to make decisions.
at sansa’s order, she’s been cleaning. That shelf of trinkets needs some dusting, don’t you think? of course, everything is decorated to their exact specifications (read: sansa’s specifications), so the ‘trinkets’ are all small pieces of art. gorgeously made, little statuettes - all evocative, slightly abstract depictions of sapphic intimacy.
it’s not particularly subtle. nor are the photographs and portraits on the walls - nothing blatantly pornographic, but. evocative.
the bell rings. penny puts down the little marble she was wiping clean and pivots on one heel, trotting obediently towards the balcony where sansa is. it’s a little tricky - those heels are high - but she gets there the same. smooths down the ruffles and petticoats on her dress, because of course sansa’s got her cleaning in a full french maid outfit. one that has a corset that practically pushes her tits up to her chin. ]
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Date: 2025-04-08 04:14 am (UTC)but then there’s the nights that sansa wants to go all out, or at least flex her wealth. it’s not every time, but it’s probably a plurality. tonight was a dinner out, some sort of cocktail party (she honestly tries to remember what every soiree and fundraiser is for, but they all run together), a new dress for penny to wear. one that was a pale red, and clung to her like a second skin, and sansa kept on brushing her fingers against the hemline.
that was earlier - they’re back at sansa’s place now, and it could have been anyone’s guess what would happen next. a movie, a bath, some video games, getting eaten out - until sansa offhandedly mentioned that she had some ‘money to give,’ and penny knew exactly what that meant. ]
Th - Thank you, Daddy.
[ her dress is in a heap on the floor, and penny shivers as sansa’s fingernails trace against the bare skin of her waist. the lights are down low, music playing, and her girlfriend (slash-sugar-daddy-slash-occasional-mistress) is lounging on her favorite seat. penny’s legs are open, straddling on sansa’s lap, as she slides another hundred dollar bill into penny’s thong.
is penny wearing the skimpy lingerie that, in sansa’s clipped words, brings out your fat arse? yes. is sansa still in her suit? also yes. ]
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Date: 2025-07-09 05:06 am (UTC)her girlfriend always talks about pampering her, and to sansa’s credit, some of their vacations and trips involve that: hot stone massages, shopping trips, lounging by the pool or a private beach, skiing, screwing around in a hot tub - the list goes on. sure, sansa’s usually the one calling the shots, but penny won’t deny that it’s fun to get spoiled for a while.
but when they go the Resort, it’s different - they might get a dinner brought up to their suite, but penny’s setting the table. if they go to the pool, she’s the one fetching drinks. she carries bags through the boutique. rub sansa’s shoulders, give her a lapdance, eat her out, hold a tray out for her glass - whatever she says. and all around them, there’s other women doing the same - rich heiresses or businesswomen who like bossing their lovers around, or some who very clearly need to take a break and let somebody else make the decisions.
maybe that’s what this is - penny’s vacation from having to make decisions.
at sansa’s order, she’s been cleaning. That shelf of trinkets needs some dusting, don’t you think? of course, everything is decorated to their exact specifications (read: sansa’s specifications), so the ‘trinkets’ are all small pieces of art. gorgeously made, little statuettes - all evocative, slightly abstract depictions of sapphic intimacy.
it’s not particularly subtle. nor are the photographs and portraits on the walls - nothing blatantly pornographic, but. evocative.
the bell rings. penny puts down the little marble she was wiping clean and pivots on one heel, trotting obediently towards the balcony where sansa is. it’s a little tricky - those heels are high - but she gets there the same. smooths down the ruffles and petticoats on her dress, because of course sansa’s got her cleaning in a full french maid outfit. one that has a corset that practically pushes her tits up to her chin. ]
Yes, Mistress?