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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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THIS CHAPTER: Freezerburn: light Domination, teasing and humiliation, air play, cunt-sniffing, underwear teasing, mark of ownership.
"How about some of THIS!" There was a loud smack that echoed through the room. "And some of THAT!" Another smack.
Luckily, Yang had found her gym wear inside her locker. Sports bra, tank top, shorts... but no underwear. Still, she hadn't gotten permission to wear any just yet, that required Weiss when she wasn't busy.
In fact, the thought of such affairs was all that flooded Yang's mind as she continued her assault on the heavy bag. Suddenly to her, the idea of sex was strange, and mature. It was something she couldn't imagine her sweet, little sister doing. And she witnessed it first-hand. She saw how Weiss's hips had met her own, how clearly something was deep inside her at the time. And she was blindfolded! Surely a step upward from simply having sex, right?
As the questions went on and on, she remained oblivious to whoever may be around, only able to hear the smacking of the bag and her own trash talking.
"And some of this?"
Standing near the pommel horse in the corner was Weiss Schnee, again dressed in her usual white dress and detached expression. However, this time a certain borrowed article of clothing was hanging from her index finger, swinging back and forth slightly.
"Huh?!" But before she could get a good look, the bag swung back, making contact with her chest as it flung her back, causing her to fall backward with a thud.
"Damnit, Weiss! You knocked me off my groove!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Weiss said in a falsely sweet voice, holding her other hand to her mouth. "Did I, oh I don't know... INTERRUPT?"
"Yeah you di- ooooh..." Right away, her expression dropped. Getting back up to her feet she held her hand behind her head, giggling innocently. "Well... How was I supposed to know?"
"You weren't, I suppose... but you do know that Ruby and I also have an arrangement." Curling her lip, she made a small concession. "Perhaps one of us should have thought to lock the door, but it isn't as if you don't have a key, anyway. Just... you really don't know how to knock? You were messing up something extremely important!"
She really should have. With three out of four of them being so involved with these affairs, it would have made sense to knock. Especially when she agreed she never wanted to see Ruby in the way she had just witnessed.
"Important? Yeah it looked like it; you guys were using blindfolds for that round." It seems she hadn't realised it was Ruby's first time.
"That round? It was her first time, you big, blundering ox!" Weiss's foot stamped to punctuate her words.
"Her fir-"
Oh. That made things very different. She was spending all that time and effort training to try and rid herself of the images of her little sister doing such things, of having done it time and time again before getting caught by her, when all alone she hadn't at all. And she barged in on her first intimate moment.
Yang's own first time wasn't so pleasant. It was with someone in a bar somewhere, quick, and there was no excitement. Nothing to sing about. And she had just ruined her sister's completely.
"I am so sorry."
"Yes, you are." It seemed Weiss wouldn't be forgiving Yang so easily, but she sighed and scrubbed at her face. "What was so important that you had to come thundering into the bedroom for, anyway?"
"Well..." And then, the redness began to flush back to her cheeks. It didn't seem as important now that she was wearing shorts, and given what she had trespassed upon, but that would be another story when lessons would begin again. "I spoke to Blake."
That derailed Weiss's ire slightly. Her stance relaxed and she tilted her head, her platinum ponytail dangling further out to the side than usual. "Oh? Well then... what did she say?"
"At first, she kinda flipped," she confessed, touching a hand behind her head even still. It was true that Blake wasn't so accepting at first. "Then she said she'd think on it... and in that time, I'm not allowed to touch you, or be touched."
"Really? That's very interesting." Then her brow furrowed. "Wait, does that mean you're... leaving me?" Weiss really hadn't meant the phrase to come out the way it sounded. They were together in the sense of sharing a physical relationship, but there was no firm title, no labels. Hearing how it sounded, she amended, "I m-mean, for Blake's sake. Which I would understand."
"What? No! No, no, no, no, nothing like that!" Truth be told, the idea had come to mind at first. To abandon their sexual relationship on pursuit of another. But why? It was fun, helped both of them blow off steam, and had helped them become better friends far more than much else had. She enjoyed Weiss's company, especially in the bedroom.
"No, it's just for a few days. She wants to make sure I can resist, and um, that she's important enough to me that I'll try."
Weiss nodded slightly as she took that in, pondering the cat-eared teammate. "Sort of like... a trial period. If you can make it a few days with no contact with me, she knows you're serious about her?"
"Exactly." She looked back toward the floor again. "I kinda like her, you know? I don't wanna screw things up... but I still like you, a hell of a lot. I wanna keep going. And I'm not just saying that just 'cause I like putting things in your butt."
At the mention of that, Weiss felt her cheeks clench - and not the ones on her face. But she forced the rest of herself to remain calm. "Very well. I can..."
First, she had been going to say that she could respect Yang's wishes and avoid her as much as was needed for a few days. Then she remembered the intrusion. Ruby's brief distress and sorrow at having been seen in that position, no matter how quickly they both recovered. Maybe a little harmless teasing was in order.
"I can appreciate your situation," Weiss continued as she began to lazily pace back and forth, the panties dangling from her fingertip. "Tell me again, what were the terms of your agreement with Blake?"
"The terms? W-well..." That would seal her doom. If Weiss knew the circumstances she would certainly use them. And the thought sent more heat to her cheeks. "I can't get off for three days... and I need your permission before I wear underwear again."
"You can't get off, I have to give you permission to wear underwear, and you can't touch me?" With a little shrug, she added, "Sexually, I assume, but then again she might mean at all. Easy enough to manage, isn't it? I can probably count the number of times I've touched Blake on one hand."
"Wait... you and Blake?" she said, tilting her head with surprise. Her tone made it clear that Yang was assuming something entirely ridiculous. Weiss allowed herself a slight smirk.
"Simple human contact - not what your dirty mind is thinking." She finally came to a stop in front of Yang, hands on her hips. "You really want the right to wear underwear again, don't you?"
Any confidence had vanished once again. Only a sinking feeling could be felt in her stomach, she already knew what the answer would be. "I'm begging you, okay? If my uniform skirt blows up again, I'll be a laughing stock."
"Of course," Weiss cooed, again with an unctuous tone as she batted her eyelashes. "Having people see you in a compromising position is the worst, isn't it? Ruby probably agrees with you..."
"I'm sorry, okay?! Really sorry! I didn't know you'd be doing that so soon after... we did." Already she was clinging to her shorts again, knowing that Weiss knew there was nothing under them. "Please just let me wear them when we have to wear skirts, I can't wear shorts forever."
Tapping her chin, Weiss took another step closer. "Hmmm... shorts... yes, let's have you take those off."
"...What?" she asked, taking a quick gaze around the gym to make sure no one was present, and then back to her. "No way, you can't deny me that, too!"
"Not forever, don't be silly. Besides, you would have had to take them off to put on underwear, wouldn't you?" There was a darkness in the smile on the heiress's face as she folded her arms again, waiting.
Yet another quick glance around the room, and she gave in. Quickly grasping the sides of her shorts as she pulled them down her legs, revealing her bare sex once more. Wet, and aroused. But she could do nothing about it.
Weiss tucked the panties back into her belt and held her hands up by her shoulders, palms out, as she approached. She wasn't going to touch, but that didn't mean she was going to stay on the other side of the room. Sure enough, Yang's cheeks were red as she approached. And it wasn't helping her sex, either. The thought of not being allowed to touch somehow made it even worse! To the point she even clenched her legs together firmly to try and stop air getting to it. Even that wasn't helping anymore.
Down on one knee, Weiss crouched in front of Yang's centre, breathing in the scent and humming very quietly to herself. "Oooh, someone's aching for stimulation. Your apocrine sweat glands are in high production right now and it's only making the scent of your arousal stronger. That's... interesting."
Of course, the blonde was sweating all over due to her workout and thus was shining in the modest lighting of the gym. It was hard for her to keep her distance from such a goddess, but remembering her earlier transgression made that a bit easier. Also, she had no desire to be intimate with anyone other than Ruby for the rest of the day.
"Don't be shy," Weiss whispered. "Open up a bit."
Was Weiss going to touch her, anyway? She hoped not. That wouldn't be fair at all, not when she had told Weiss of the terms. But she trusted her, and so finally parted her legs again.
"Let me help you out a little there." Inhaling again through her nose to relish the sweet sourness of Yang, she then blew out hard onto her sex, moving her head very subtly from side to side as she did so to make sure the air caressed every inch of its surface.
"A-ah!" The sensation of air and her arousal then made things even worse. That actually felt good. Too good. It was enough to get her juices flowing that was, but she couldn't do anything about it. Not for days on end just yet. Closing her legs once more, she groaned. "No faaaaair!"
Chuckling, Weiss reached out and quickly plucked the shorts from Yang's grip, skipping a pace away. "Life isn't fair, as my father is constantly telling me. By the way, how much did you have left to do in your workout?"
"H-hey!" Her hands tried to grasp the material before she could run off with them, but it was already too late. Now she was only in a tank top and sports bra. If anyone came in now...
"Half an hour..."
"Sorry, I know how important a workout routine is for us Huntresses. Go on and finish. I can wait."
Frantically pulling at her top to somehow defend her modesty, she looked to her loved one confused. She really expected her to finish exercising without underwear? What made things even worse was when she looked up to the large clock on one of the walls, knowing it would soon be the time team JNPR would come to train.
"This is insane..."
Weiss also followed Yang's gaze to the clock. She wasn't as familiar with the training schedules of others, but assumed Yang would be, given the far higher number of hours she clocked in there. Her hand made sure to tuck the underwear away completely in her pouch just in case as she said, "Better hurry up and get started, then."
"When these days are up..." she warned, before finally turning around and back to the sandbag. What made matters even worse? This time, she was going to practice her leg work. Kicking in particular. She might have been able to pretend to Weiss that she had been about to do punches, but even though she was flustered, her workout was very important to her.
Taking her usual, firm stance, she let out a flurry of kicks at the sandbag; swinging around each time it headed back to deliver another blow.
"Good, good," Weiss called easily as she idly twisted the shorts in her hands, pacing around the brawler and the bag in a wide circle. From certain angles, she was able to glimpse an inviting flash of damp flesh with each kick. "No surprise that your form is impeccable, as always."
"Do you want to take the sandbag's place?!" she snapped as she launched yet another kick at the bag. Recently, she had been focusing a lot on her kicks, especially after she was defeated by Neo so easily. It made sense to become better at both. But what didn't make sense was why she continued to feel aroused all the way through. Perhaps it was just the air she could feel every so often.
About five minutes later, Weiss noticed that the panting Yang was doing during her kicks had taken on a different tone. Yes, she was still exerting herself, but she was also turned on by being on display. Both sight and sound combined were not easy things for her to ignore, and Weiss's own anatomy was beginning to stir ever so slightly. She counted herself lucky that she wasn't close enough to scent the blonde at the same time.
"Very well," Weiss sighed as she came to a stop. "What other exercises are left in your repertoire today?"
Finally giving a final kick to the bag, she then carefully got back into stance, having to try her hardest not to fall over. That was rather difficult to concentrate on doing when her arousal seemed to be off the charts. And looking at how Weiss's hands were positioned, it seemed hers was getting the same.
"It was just footwork left, I'd finished everything else."
"Fine, fine. What do you typically do after a workout? Stretches, or are you finished?"
"Stretches... And you're gonna watch, aren't you?"
"Of course I am!" Weiss sighed as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. "And be thorough, I don't want all your muscles being tense in a few days, do I?" The sentiment was quite pointed.
"Yeah yeah..." With a reluctant sigh of her own, she held her legs together, only to then bend forward to touch her toes. Of course, she knew full well that would be quite the display to the heiress.
Then Weiss did the thing she had been debating all through training. Of course, during that there had been a heavy bag swinging back and forth, and it could have resulted in some kind of mild injury, so she abstained. Now, however... she was free to wind up and snap the little black shorts against Yang's bare, toned hindcheeks.
With a pained yelp, she quickly shot upright again, quickly covering her backside as best she could with her hand, and rubbing where was she hit. "When will you stop this torment? Jeez!"
"What do you mean, 'when'? Didn't you already say three days?" When she only got more glares, Weiss rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, I'll let you finish your stretching in peace. Join me in the locker room when you're done." Then she began to pace toward the exit with agonising slowness.
Swallowing, she watched as the heiress made her slow walk to the door, once more beginning to try and pull her shirt down over her shame. But as she looked up at the clock once again, she breathed. "I am so screwed."
As Weiss glanced back from the door, she slipped her scroll out of a belt pouch. An idea had occurred to her, and now was the time to put it into motion.
"Sometimes, I think I'm too bad," she whispered to herself as she scrolled through her contacts. "But then I get over it. I'm a Schnee, after all."
Narrowly missing team JNPR as they entered the gym, Yang had ran to shower. At least there she could be fully naked, and have the privacy. Nope, Weiss wasn't going to pester her in here.
'Will she put them in my locker? I hope so,' she thought to herself. Truth be told, the idea of Weiss having ran off with them was what made her scared. Would she end up running to the room with nothing but a towel?
All would be answered as she wrapped herself in said towel, swinging the curtain open.
"...Oh."
"Took you long enough," Weiss began grumpily. Then she raised an eyebrow suggestively. "You didn't do anything in there you shouldn't have, did you? Not that I heard any sounds that would indicate such activity."
Her legs clenched together once more. Seemed the deliberate cold shower didn't work at all. "I'll have you know Mister Showerhead stayed upright, thank you very much."
Uncomfortable on the bench outside the shower, Weiss folded her legs in the other direction. Clearly, it had not been only Yang who suffered from their inability to touch at present, but then again Weiss could satisfy her needs eventually. Also, she was in charge of this situation, which helped soothe her annoyance.
"Fabulous. Oh, you can have those back." Her hand waved toward the black shorts lying on the bench next to Yang's towel and tank top.
However, apparently there had been an exchange: her bra was missing. At first she hadn't noticed, only took the towel to wrap it around her long golden locks into a neat little wrap. But when she looked closer...
"...You have gotta be kidding me."
"About what?" Weiss replied, full of false innocence.
"My bra, Weiss. You know my rack isn't exactly petite." Even when it was wrapped in a towel, the size of her chest was considerably large. Too much for her to not wear one. This truly was evil.
A slow and very lascivious grin spread across Weiss's face as she stared at the indicated area. "Oh, I know, I know..." Then she cleared her throat and sat up primly, hands folded atop one of her knees. "But enough about that. Get dressed, you're coming with me."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, very slowly picking up her shorts from the bench as she slid them on again. Weiss really was a monster today! She'd managed to turn the confident, cocky blonde into a housebroken pet.
"You'll see," Weiss said, with a smile that was equal parts wicked and genuinely excited. As Yang finished putting on what was left of her clothes, she stood and walked to the far end of the bench so Yang could easily reach her locker for her shoes without coming too close.
Once forcing her clothes back on, and rubbing her hair dry as fast as she possibly could, she stood by Weiss. Unfortunately, the cold shower not only did nothing to soothe her arousal, but there was another side effect. One that was visible now that she didn't have a bra.
Dipping into a baby voice, Weiss put her hands on her knees and leaned in slightly as she said, "Somebody's vewwy, VEWWY happy to see me, isn't she?" But then she said, "You may wear your jacket over them, though, especially since we're leaving the campus."
"We are WHAT?!" As if the patronising and the teasing wasn't enough, Weiss wanted her to venture away from home, as well? Still without any form of underwear? It would have been a better punishment to let Weiss just slap her.
"Unless you have plans," Weiss told her earnestly. "Seriously, if you do just say the word and we can reschedule. Of course..." She reached down and opened the pouch containing one complete set of underwear, then shrugged as she looked up at Yang.
She was torn. On one hand, she wanted to end her misery, to yank away the undies and run back to her room and hide a while. But on the other hand, she was curious. Why go off campus? What could possibly be waiting?
In the end, the mystery was what made it a sure win. "Fine."
"Good, it's settled." Smirking, she snapped the tiny compartment shut and stood back. "Prepare yourself for travel. I promise this won't take long."
"But it's going to be agonising..." She groaned, pulling her jacket tightly around herself in an attempt to hide the visible assets.
"Huh, that's interesting. Instead of thanking me for reminding you that your jacket will cover those monsters, you're complaining instead. Yang Xiao Long, where's your sense of gratitude?"
"I think I left it in my underwear." She couldn't help but give a sarcastic smirk, following behind closely. Reluctantly, Weiss snorted with laughter at that comment.
Within half an hour, they were striding into Vale, passing individuals on the sidewalks, hearing the usual sounds of a bustling city. Weiss stretched her arms above her head lazily as they walked, her leading the way.
As the night only got colder, Yang was already regretting this decision. The signs were almost showing through her jacket, and not to mention at times her sex would rub against her shorts. How much longer would they be? Where were they even going?
"How are you holding up?" Weiss asked her as they turned a corner.
"I've been better." Truth be told, not even imagining what Professor Port in a bikini would look like was distracting herself from her arousal. "Where are we even headed?"
"Almost there," Weiss said, pointedly obtuse. The suspense was likely killing Yang, so she decided to twist the knife a little. "You seem tense for some reason, though. Can't imagine why, I'm being perfectly delightful company."
She was only met with a continuous glare, and the clenching of fists as she attempted to distract herself. She looked so uncomfortable and devoid of confidence without undies it was ridiculous. The temptation to pinch Yang's cheek was quite high at that moment, but that would obviously break the promise she made to Blake, and she would not be forcing anything of that nature on either of them.
"Oh, quit pouting. We're here."
They were in front of one of the most expensive clothiers in all of Vale, more well known for how much they charged than how well their clothes looked or felt - though that was also known to be quite fantastic.
Weiss had dragged her all this way to... buy clothes? From an expensive shop? She had expected something that would make her arousal worse, like a strip club, or to even meet Blake so her and Weiss could both tease at the same time. But no.
"We're going shopping?"
"Of course we're going shopping," Weiss sighed. "Unless you'd like to eat here? Maybe a delicious shoe, or an appetizing scarf? Honestly..." Without waiting for a response, she opened the door and gestured to the space. "After you."
The only worries she had now were two things. That she didn't have her wallet on her, and that she could never afford anything in here. This was the infamous shop that charged fifty Lien for a pair of socks! But, playing along, she stepped inside, gazing around at her surroundings.
Posh mannequins and lilting music greeted them first as they stared around at the mostly beige decor. The second person to meet them was a well-coiffed woman who looked like she'd never seen a diamond she could resist.
"May I help you?"
Weiss thought it would be amusing to see how Yang would answer her, so she waited a moment.
"O-oh, um..." Surely she could tell there was no way she could afford anything here. Her jacket didn't exactly say "luxury". And so she offered an innocent smile. "Just browsing."
"Actually," Weiss said as she stepped forward, "I called to place an order earlier today?"
"OH!" the woman gasped. "You really are Weiss Schnee, aren't you?" Then she laughed gaily. "I must confess, when you explained your request, I was quite certain you must be having me on! It is rather... unorthodox, especially for our establishment!" However, she must not have thought it too outlandish, for she began to lead the two girls toward the back of the store. "We've had it waiting for you, and I do hope it meets with your satisfaction."
"Thank you," Weiss remarked calmly, as if used to such treatment. Which, of course, she was.
The now-timid taller girl followed behind, keeping close to Weiss as best she could. Although she couldn't help but whisper. "What is going on?"
"Didn't I say 'you'll see' and not 'I'll tell you right before'?" Weiss whispered back. Then she looked up to see the woman was standing next to one of their changing rooms and holding out a small bag with pale pink tissue paper sticking out of the top for her to take, which she did. "Again, thank you."
"Quite welcome," the woman answered as she held the curtain aside for the two of them. "And I'll let you two have some privacy, but please do give a shout if you need any further assistance!"
Sitting herself down on the small bench inside, Yang watched intently to what the heiress was doing as she walked in and shut the curtain behind them. What on earth had she ordered?
"Who's ready for a special surprise?" Weiss cooed in that same babyish voice from earlier, dangling the bag in front of Yang's nose like a treat.
Folding her arms, she glared over at Weiss, and the bag. Though truth be told, she was curious. "Go on. What's in it?"
Like a child at Dustmas, she nipped the paper out of the top and peeked inside. Apparently satisfied with the contents, she drew out what first appeared to be a bundle of white string. When she used one of the free fingers on her other hand to hold it apart, the true nature of the "gift" became clear.
It was a thong. What most people would consider "nether floss". White all over except for the triangle of fabric that would be covering the pubis, where the unmistakable symbol of the Schnee Dust Company had been stitched with light blue thread.
So that was her game. If she was going to be allowed to wear underwear again, it would be that with her mark on it. To show that she owned her. The idea would be quite erotic; if she wasn't trying to impress Blake as well.
"You are kidding me."
"Do I kid? Oh, and look - a matching bra!" Weiss feigned a little gasp of surprise as she pulled it out. Clearly it would cover scarcely more than the center of each breast, and it would be covering them with her family symbol, as well.
If this really was the only underwear Yang would be allowed to wear until the three days were up, this would certainly be a long three days. Not only did they barely cover her at all, but they bared her mark. A part of her would have preferred to just be naked.
"Jesus..."
"Hey, I never said you could wear your OWN underwear," Weiss told her flatly. "Just that you could have SOME. Take it or leave it, Xiao Long."
"So when Blake and I finally do hook up, I'll have your snowflake all over me. Smooth." But she had no choice. Without underwear, she would be far too unconfident to go outside. And without a bra? There would be a lot of pain in her back headed her way.
With a reluctant sigh, she took the thong from her, and then the bra.
"Splendid," Weiss said with a clap of her hands. "Will you be wearing them home? Either way is fine, that's up to you. And I wouldn't mind asking them to make you two more sets if you prefer that. Maybe in different colours?"
"Do I have a choice?" She was already in the process of pulling down her shorts, and pulling up the new thong Weiss had made especially for her. Somehow it was a perfect fit, even when it was Weiss who ordered it. How on earth did she get those measurements? Of course – she had the underwear in her bag. Easy enough to read the labels.
A near-primal groan of desire came from Weiss as she watched Yang don the garment she had specially made. It was made louder for her benefit, but definitely was not a lie. "Of course you do. Wear the same underwear for two more days, or have a fresh pair for each. And they're all yours to keep... I just didn't know if you would want more than one set."
Once pulling off her shirt, she took the bra into her hand, sliding it up and clasping the strap together. It definitely didn't cover much, only just covering her nipples. "I guess that's better than having to wash these every day..."
"Then I'll tell the associate. Perhaps one in black?" Then Weiss reached forward and, with a very delicate hand, plucked the thin stretch of fabric between Yang's two peaks like a bowstring. "And perhaps this will remind you to knock?"
With a wince when the material slapped back against her, Yang could only continue to glare at the heiress, before pulling her shorts back up again. "Lesson learned..."
Leaning against the wall just to one side of Yang, Weiss lowered her voice and told her frankly, "If it helps... you look really good in them. I mean it."
Thankfully, Yang's blush was hidden a moment when she slid her top back on over what little of the bra she had, but she couldn't help but feel flattered in spite of her annoyance with the whole situation. Still, she smirked as she said, "We'll see if Blake likes them in a few days, too, eh?"
That smirk from the blonde cost her the tiny bit of empathy Weiss had been offering. Leaning back and folding her arms, Weiss remarked, "Suppose we will. Though I could have the stitching changed to be a little less... kind." One thin hand waved in the air in front of her, as if gesturing to a marquee. "How about 'Property of Weiss'? No - 'Weiss's Pet'. Ooh, I like this game!"
Yang was too busy wilting in defeat to reply.
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She Wants The Dust	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Wants The Dust