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(Blush) another fantasy…
(Surprise sequel to this caption! I totally forgot I had this image!)
Asami sighed happily as Korra knelt before her, eagerly removing her panties and licking her way down to her slit. Asami had been a good girl this week, so Master decided that tonight, while he was working late at the precinct, Korra would be Asami’s slave. That was usually how it worked out; Korra loved being on her knees, being controlled, obeying and worshipping. She got off on it for Asami just as easily as Master, where Asami’s submission was for Master alone.
Asami wondered if that was Master’s doing, or if Korra had a buried submissive streak all along. It didn’t matter. What did matter was that Master, kind Master, allowed them to still be together, still be lovers, still do their work. Asami ran her company just as she always did. Korra fought for the balance of the world just as she always did. Mako policed the streets just as he always did.
Until they came home, that is. The moment they walked in the door, they were Master’s to use as he pleased. It was bliss, and it didn’t bother Asami and Korra at all that Master had mindbent them into loving their enslavement. He wouldn’t let it bother them, and that just made it better…