Twisting the tube of lipstick, Amethyst pursed her lips into the mirror. How long had it been since she’d dressed up? The vole had made a habit to look good on the day to day, her dye wasn’t exactly easy after all. However, there was a difference between casual outings and good outings. Red lipstick, a cute pink top with its loop hidden under her studded collar, a short skirt, nylons, and heels, things that screamed she was going out and about in the town tonight.
Well, as much as she could in a town like theirs. Though Helga hadn’t been keen on the details. She liked that, the sense of mystery. Anything could happen this evening with her girlfriend and Amethyst was ready for it. “Someone’s excited.” She turned around to see a pig dressed in biker leathers and her iconic peaked cap. Helga smiled back, “Am I wrong?”
“Really?” Amethyst raised her brow. Helga stepped back, blinking quickly at the vole’s question. “Your hat.” She pointed to the cap, “Isn’t that a little…toppy?”
“Toppy?” Helga repeated with confusion.
“You know.” The pig’s expression told Amethyst she did not. “Like, domme. You wear it all the time when we play.”
“I wear it a lot when I got out too.” Helga pulled it off and held it by the rim, “It’s my favorite hat. I’ve wanted one like this for years.”
“But I can’t tell if you’re going to be going domme mode tonight.”
The pig laughed, “And that’s my problem?” She scooted up to the vole, towering over her by a few inches. It might as well have been a story with how small she made Amethyst feel. Not in a bad way, the vole liked being in her domme’s shadow. Especially when Helga gently grabbed her chin like so, “That sounds like a you problem, Hot Topic.”
She broke away, giggling, “Oh my god, seriously?”
“What?” Helga shrugged, “It’s a cute nickname.”
“It’s a dumb nickname. This isn’t the early 2000’s where they sold piercings and shit.” As much as she’d prefer they still did. Whenever she walked into one recently, the vole found nerd memorabilia from anime to current movies. Not her thing, and yet people kept thinking it was. “Like, seriously, I actually do find better places to get my dye and stockings.”
Helga put her hands to her hips, tilting her head with a playful grin. “Amazon isn’t better.”
“Amazon is just the first stop!” The vole sighed, leaning back against their shared dresser, “Just tell me, are we doing a kink date or a regular date?”
“Pardon?” The pig asked.
Amethyst rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Are we going out for a night of dancing and drinks, or should I grab a buttplug? I know we can do both, but I’m already wearing a chastity belt and that’s gonna be noticeable when my skirt rides up.”
“Aren’t you being a little…what’s the word?” Helga snapped her fingers between the thoughts, “Presumptuous? Is that it?” Amethyst wasn’t sure, but let the pig continue. “But no, I didn’t plan for us to do any kinky shit out in Kalamazoo. Just figured we’d have a regular night with just the two of us. Not as Mistress and slave.”
She was half and half on that. On one hand, Amethyst didn’t mind getting freaky in public. Of the two of them, the vole found herself pushing ideas to explore while Helga pulled the reins to keep them safe. But their relationship couldn’t all be whips, chains, and rough sex. There had to be quiet moments where they simply enjoyed each other's company.
“Alright,” Amethyst said with a smirk, kissing her mistress on the lips, “But don’t be surprised if I want some of this,” Her hands reached around and groped Helga’s muscular butt, “Later.”
With a blush, Helga bit her lip and said, “Then you best be a good girl and earn it.”
