Out Shopping [Ami]

A refreshing afternoon with a nice breeze was the ample time to go out and shop. Or so Amelia Figaro liked to say. And on this day, the blonde haired amazoness was about town and perusing among the stores in town. So far only one had really caught her attention, but that was earlier today when she had come home from class. She briefly ducked into the store that she had passed earlier in the afternoon and received her order from it. A bag contained the mysterious item and only Amelia knew what was inside.

But ah, there was more to do than simply shop. She figured it about time to get a particular Maid of her's some new clothing. And thusly had she decided to drag along the twintailed and heterochromatic eyed maid known as Ami Kagome. A cute thing that she'd insisted on helping by taking her home so many years ago. There was no maid that was closer to Amelia in a sense, but also barely any other more recalcitrant. For the moment she looked back at her loyal maid while entering a fashion store that had gained her notice.

"Hmm~. Now what shall we dress you up in?"

If Ami had her way--which was rarely the case--a clothing store was the last place they'd have stopped.

She did thoroughly enjoy taking care of her appearance, but for that purpose, she'd sought to make her own clothes ever since she first gained the ability to do so. There was a certain level of quality, a particular way of matching appearance and taste, that could never truly be accomplished by purchasing an already-constructed piece, she believed. Because of that, anything found in a store, pieces of outfits woven in large numbers by machines instead of the meticulous touch of human fingers, was basically worthless in her eyes.

For that reason, Ami looked quite bored as she followed Amelia into the store, hands folded behind her back and eyes gazing nonchalantly at the contents this particular store had to offer. They may as well have been rags. "Surely you can't expect me to wear something from a place that carries things like this in their stock," Ami said, gently elbow-nudging the side of a mannequin as she passed. The blouse that it wore, a lavender button-up, certainly looked fashionable, even if it wasn't her taste, but no doubt Amelia was aware of how picky Ami was with clothing.

In particular, her very common refusal to wear anything she hadn't made herself. She even wove perfect replicas of her maid and school uniforms so she wouldn't have to wear someone else's work.

"Honestly, I expected better of you, 'mistress' Amelia."

Sarcastic emphasis on "mistress." Evidently she was aware that Amelia couldn't punish her in public, so why not milk it while she could?

The tall blonde watched as Ami nudged the mannequin and spoke with words of disdain. Given they were said in the English language though, Amelia briefly wondered if anyone in the store could even understand what was being said just now. Regardless though, there was a certain tone in her voice. And it created a rather distinct lack of respect for her mistress. Well, that just wouldn't do.

Regardless, the Singaporean girl smiled in her predatory way and began to speak once more. "Now now, Ami. I'm being quite generous and feel like spending on you today. Come, come. Surely there's something that catches your eye here." No need to ruin the mood. Simply wait and pounce at the right time. "You have been saying you'd like more outfits lately, yes?"

"A little slow today, are we?" Ami replied, slowing down momentarily to peer over at another mannequin. Her words, while obviously meant as a taunt, were spoken in a very innocent and playful tone that very clearly conveyed that she knew exactly the situation they were in. Even if they spoke in English, it wasn't all too uncommon for people in Japan to learn it as a second language; the risk of even making such threats was high in that regard, and surely Amelia wouldn't want people to know precisely how she treated those who served her, right?

"If you'll remember correctly, I said I'd like more material to make them myself," added the girl, lightly tracing the collar of the mannequin's shirt with an index finger as she gave it a thorough examination with her visible eye. The stitching definitely needed work, and it would have been a much nicer piece if they'd used a different fabric. Honestly, how could "professional" designers be so amateur?

With a gentle shrug, Ami turned toward Amelia again, provided a still-innocent smile--though, to any who knew her devious attitude, it was clearly the opposite--and added, "Of course, there is something in here that catches my eye..."

Judging by the way Ami's eye scanned her mistress up and down as she said that, the "something" was probably Amelia. Quite the tease she was, as usual.

Now what... was this?

"Hmmm..." The heiress lightly hummed in response, looking nonplussed as her vision shifted to the racks of clothes in the store. A few things caught her eye, but nothing truly appealed to her. Slowly she moved about the store, looking at various articles of clothing. All while considering a certain something.

Finally, she grabbed a black dress from the rack before gesturing towards Ami. "Try this on." She wouldn't take no for an answer either, even more or less dragging Ami over towards the dressing rooms before pulling the smaller girl into one of the spacious dressing rooms and tossing the dress towards her.

Amelia was over a foot taller, so Ami couldn't exactly protest as she was dragged along through the store. She did, however, express her disappointment with a weary sigh when she saw what her mistress had brought in with them; so persistent, Amelia was. There were few things that Ami truly, passionately disliked, and clothes that she did not make herself were in that category.

Once inside the dressing room and after receiving the dress she was to wear, Ami leaned back against the wall, held it up to give it a better look, and was already identifying numerous flaws in its design and creation. "You know, I think this would suit miss Margaret a lot better," she commented, holding it up but making no moves to actually start changing. "Don't you? Perhaps you should bring her with you and see what she thinks of it, hm?"

With the dress hanging in her hand between them, blocking their vision of one another, Ami leaned to her side to peer around it, rather than just moving it out of the way, and allowed herself to make eye contact with Amelia. "Well? What say you?"

She wasn't going to put it on if she had a choice in the matter, it seemed.

Margaret, hm? Yes, perhaps she should take Margaret out shopping sometime as well. No doubt her reactions would be amusing, at the very least. The memories of her reaction to trying on the sexy chinese dress that Amelia had picked out for her bringing a chuckle to her lips.

She donned an amused expression as Ami held up the ensemble that Amelia had picked out for her. Defiantly so, even. She saw the dark haired girl's head stick out from the side and look up at her eyes. What Amelia was going to say, hm? There was only one thing she was going to say.

"Change."

So she was going to be forced to wear it, eh..? Well, she definitely wouldn't pretend to like it.

Ami shrugged her shoulders, lowered the dress, and placed it on a nearby wall hook for safe keeping, so she could undress in the meantime. There existed a slight problem in that regard, though; her mistress was still standing there, prompting a curious, yet puzzled lift of the brow above her visible eye. To her understanding, dressing rooms were meant for one person each, regardless of their size...

"Are you going to stand in here and watch me, 'mistress' Amelia?" asked Ami, turning so that her back was to the girl, and moving her hands up to her collar. It looked like she was just about ready to change regardless of whether or not Amelia chose to stay, but what fun would this be if she didn't work in a little teasing in the process? Like, say, a wink as she turned her head to look back at Amelia. "You shouldn't be in a dressing room if you're going to keep your clothes on."

Amelia's eyes never strayed from Ami as she began to change clothes. In fact, she simply stood there watching even as Ami teased her. The violet eyes staring at the smaller girl. Shouldn't keep her clothes on, hm? Well, that was why she had gotten Ami in here, now wasn't it? Amelia sat down upon the bench that was in the room, crossing her legs and then her arms.

"I'm waiting."

Hmm. Ami couldn't tell if that actually worked or not, thanks to her mistress' stoic response, but it didn't matter much, she supposed. For all her teasing over the years that they'd known each other, there was sure to be some kind of immunity built up eventually; maybe it was finally starting to become ineffective. Truly a shame, but she could always find other ways to tease the girl that were less... well, risky. Legally speaking, they were technically sisters, after all.

With a shrug, Ami, went about undoing the dress that she currently wore, still with her back to Amelia but now actually facing away instead of peeking behind her. Head tilted forward as she got the laces undone, it finally came time to slide it off of her shoulders, which she did so ever so slowly. Painfully slow, even, as if she was intentionally forcing Amelia to wait; almost like a strip-tease, actually. The filly laces of her bra strap could be seen as she moved it down past her midsection, though she stopped before it reached her waist.

"Ah, yes, these are in the way..." Ami noted, leaning forward and reaching down to untie her shoes. She didn't need to take them off to remove or put on a dress, of course.

But taking this long was her way of spiting Amelia for picking out such an abominable dress for Ami to wear.

Amelia rose back up to her feet after a moment. While Ami slowly lowered the top half of her dress, Amelia took a quiet step forward, standing above the girl as she began to lean forward. One hand reached down, grabbing Ami's wrist before another jerked her upward by the shoulder. Right into the taller woman before the hand that grabbed her wrist let go and then pinned both of them to her sides by wrapping around her like a snake. Finally, the hand that was upon the smaller girl's shoulder snapped forward and her palm covered Ami's mouth.

"On second thought... I think I like you just like this." The words left her mouth as Amelia's head lowered downwards. To the point where her breathe tickled at Ami's ears. "Now... You should remember, my Ami... That I am your Mistress. And that I don't take these kinds of public displays of your rebelliousness lightly." The emphasis upon who was in charge felt like a snake whispering into her air.

She lifted her head slightly and turned Ami's head to face her properly. "Do you understand?" The look on her face was like the look of a predator about to devour it's prey. Like a hunter standing above their hard earned prize.

Ami didn't even manage to reach her shoes, apparently, before she found herself being yanked back up into a standing position. Even more than that, a sudden contact both on her backside and around her torso, as well as the lower half of her face, put her in a tight restraint before she knew it, courtesy of her mistress' arms. Now this was unexpected. They may have been in the secrecy of a dressing room, but they were still in public... Amelia seemed to be getting more daring lately.

Twitching slightly at the breath in her ear, Ami attempted to tilt her head away from the voice, squirming awkwardly in her mistress' arms. Neither of her own arms were able to move and with her mouth covered, she couldn't speak--which she assumed Amelia thought meant she couldn't protest--but she was a resourceful person when she needed to be. As she wiggled in place, fully aware that it would only provoke her mistress further, her mouth could be felt opening very slightly...

The following little pinch to Amelia's hand probably came from Ami's teeth. It wasn't a hard bite, but definitely an uncomfortable, and slightly painful one. Almost like a challenge.

Amelia growled slightly as Ami bit her finger. The cover of her palm began to turn into an actual grasp over the smaller girl's mouth, clutching her jaw in place and giving a somewhat painful feeling as the taller woman exercised her better strength. The woman in white stepped forward, lifting Ami before pressing her against the wall of the changing room.

"You are mine. And you will listen to me." She continued to speak, asserting her dominance as the tall blonde looked down on her dark haired maid. "And... I will not wait any longer... For what I want..." Her tone grew husky and her neck craned down towards Ami's head. Amelia's mouth opened before nipping at the smaller girl's nearby ear. A touch of pain reaching out, but very slight. And in the ear, she whispered one more thing.

"Now be a good little kitten for your Mistress..."

A soft, muffled "mmf" sound came out as Ami's mouth received that pressure. That in itself wasn't entirely unexpected, but when she was not only lifted off of her feet and pressed forward against the wall, but told quite a curious thing--not waiting any longer for "what she wanted," was it?--the girl began to question exactly what was about to happen. She was used to being punished and could handle pain and embarrassment just fine, but this seemed almost like Amelia was reciprocating the pseudo-advances that Ami had made in her attempts to tease. This was definitely a first.

Ami's visible eye, along with the one her hair covered, squinted slightly as she felt the nibbling on her ear, causing a mild shiver to run down her spine. Her body wiggled and squirmed against both the wall and the body of the girl pinning her to it, but because her mouth was covered up, she couldn't ask what Amelia meant by "what I want." Ami had a vague idea of what it might have been, but she couldn't manage anything but awkward "mmm" sounds in her attempts to communicate.

Muzzling the pet worked pretty well, it seemed. Perhaps the only reason Ami didn't appear flustered was because she had a sneaking suspicion that Amelia wasn't actually serious about the implications of her words. Either way, Ami's squirms were still a sign of protest... at least for now.

Surely her mistress didn't really feel that way about her, right?

Otherwise...

"After I took you in... All those years..."

Amelia's voice was right next to hear and every pause, she took another nip.

"Now I know what I want... And what I want..."

The arm that bound her arms begin to slacken slightly. Only for Amelia's feet to kick out Ami's legs from under her, forcing the smaller girl to her knees. One of Amelia's knees pressed up against Ami's back, grinding into her forcefully.

"Is you."

After light twitch in response to the nip and then a quiet squeak not really befitting her composed nature, vocalized as she was dropped to her knees, Ami's cheeks finally displayed a very subtle hint of light-pink. It wasn't quite a blush, but it was on its way there, and a painful cringe accompanied it as she was pressed against the wall by a knee digging into her back. Painful to be sure, but she was used to that, and as somewhat of a masochist, really didn't mind it much, if at all.

What drew out the mildly-flustered, "Mm-... Mmm..?" from her lips into the hand that covered them was, of course, the words spoken along with those movements. A questioning sound to be sure, in response to a questionable statement. Surely Amelia meant that in a different way than was implied, right? She couldn't actually have meant it like that, right? But what if she did? Ami wasn't entirely certain if she was in a position to say no if that was really the case.

Or rather, she wasn't sure if she'd be allowed to say no.

Oh dear. How long had it been since she actually felt nervous?

Amelia's knee continued to grind into Ami's back, keeping her up against the wall of the changing room. For a moment though, all was still and silent. As if a final question had been proposed in the midst of all that was going on. Ami's Mistress looked her in the eyes. Violet stared into a field of red and barely visible gold. It was like a spark shooting through the air. The hand that clutched Ami's mouth finally released and before the black haired girl could say a word, she was shut up by something else entirely.

Amelia's lips closed in upon Ami's. The kiss lasted seconds, minutes, what felt like hours of all the tension being relieved. And Amelia's face rose back up, her mouth parted to speak. "Ami..."

Knock, knock, knock.

"Excuse me. Is everything alright in there?"

Ugh.

"Yes, yes. Everything's fine! Just had a bit of an accidental slip and fall! Everything's good though! Sorry for the trouble!" Amelia quickly adapted, although she was far from happy over the interruption. Just when she had finally gotten a taste of what she had desired. Great. Nonetheless, she could hear the presence outside the door walking away.

A few choice curse words escaped her mouth from that point in a variety of languages that were neither English or Japanese.

"Ugh... Ruining that mood I worked to set up..."

In the commotion, she had risen from her spot near Ami, releasing the girl completely.

The cringe in Ami's eyes, present every moment that her mistress' knee ground against her back, did not fade as the two stared into each other's eyes. She'd grown so used to such punishment after receiving it almost daily over the past several years, but a manner of actual implied affection was a whole different thing. For perhaps the first time since they met each other, she was starting to feel like she wasn't quite as in control as she liked to believe. It was all very confusing for her, and once her mouth was finally free, head turned back toward her mistress, the girl of course sought to speak out.

Instead, her voice was muffled again--this time by a pair of soft lips pressed firmly against her own.

Ami's covered eye continued to cringe, while the visible red one widened in surprise. There existed a small hint of a blush before but by now, as the contact between their faces persisted, it was growing more prominent, though she failed to notice herself. She was more focused on the simple fact that Amelia had actually gone and kissed her than anything else; something she failed to process properly, and it was all the more difficult with the knee still grinding hard into her back. Yet, despite the puzzling nature of it all, this "kiss" was a little... pleasant, in a way?

When Amelia finally pulled away, Ami was simply speechless. That really happened, didn't it? Amelia really was about to cross that line and-

Or not. The knock on the door startled the shorter girl, and once she was released, she faced the wall and stiffened up anxiously, head tilted forward and allowing her hair to hide her blushing face, ashamed that she had gotten so flustered. It was a good thing they were interrupted there... She had no idea how far it might have gone otherwise. Now that she was finally released, Ami took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, worked on calming her racing heart.

How unlike her. Damn Amelia for being so impulsive, and so... insistent.

Ruined.

The whole mood was now ruined.

Finally free of having to put on airs around her father and the other more personal attendants of his, Amelia was able to act on her desires. And in truth, the biggest one had been the dark haired girl before her. How she had wanted to do it for so long, but never figured out a good way. And here she was, free to do as she pleased at last and able to get her alone, to press her against the wall and grind her knee into Ami's back all while showing the reserved passion that she had hid behind teasing.

And then it got ruined. The tall woman was exasperated, practically fuming with anger. No, no, she had to remain calm. She had to regain her center. She pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling air for ten seconds before holding it for ten more and then releasing her breathe slowly for yet another ten seconds. The anger had begun to bleed out with the action and now, her thoughts solely concerned Ami just as before. Or rather, perhaps less... "maturely" than before.

Her twin-tailed maid had a hand upon her chest, the bloody red color upon her cheeks only barely starting to fade. Amelia bit her lip. She had wanted to do it some other time, but perhaps now... She looked over at the bag she possessed that had been set aside some time ago. Briefly reaching over to grab it, she retrieved what was inside. A stylish collar, with a little ornate golden bell. She stepped behind Ami, placing the collar around her maid's neck and fastening it there so that she could see it in the nearby mirror. Amelia then spoke, in a soft and genuine tone of voice.

"I meant... What I said."

She had managed to calm down for the most part, but Ami couldn't let her guard down even now, in a situation she'd never been in before. It wasn't a dream, the pain from having a knee dug into her back very much confirmed that, though she still felt a little lightheaded as if it were one. What could she say now? What did she want to say, even? This was the first time she'd even considered the possibility of this actually happening. She wasn't remotely prepared for it.

Twitching briefly in response to the object now around her neck, Ami lifted a brow, turned her head, and found herself in the mirror nearby. Or, rather, found the two of them, one of whom was speaking in an unusually sensual tone. A few seconds ago it might have given Ami shivers, but now that she'd regained a small manner of composure, she powered through it, gave a gentle shrug, and replied, "W-Well... Of course you have me, mistress Amelia, that is my job." Her voice unsurprisingly lost its confidence, though she tried to maintain it. And failed.

Following that, Ami moved to lift her dress from around her waist and start putting it back on properly, if she was allowed to do so. She couldn't give an answer. Not right now anyways, this was much too sudden and she was still processing the surprisingly pleasant feeling that still lingered on her lips, along with the remaining sense of pain in her back. So she changed the subject: "In any event, should we not get going..? You have other obligations, yes..?"

If the situation were different, she might have acknowledged the collar a bit more, because it actually was rather nice. But right now, her focus was on... other things...