Daisy Anne's Revenge Walk

Daisy pulled on her corset, baby pink with deeper pink feathers at the top. Along with the laces of her four-inch platform heels Grabbing her bag and checked it again: gloss, a piece of paper, red lipstick. 

A thought entered her mind, and she froze in place. She went into the drawer, for this wasn’t her room, but Dahlia’s. A bottle that had three Minddoll pills, strong enough to make Aristotle crawl for Physis for days on-end. Looking at the mirror, she froze. Then she heard her mum’s voice:

“Doubt should be treated like medicine. Acknowledge that it's in your mouth, tip of your tongue. Then swallow it, forgetting it was ever there”

Daisy took a deep breath and another before swallowing her spit. The fact that she swallowed a man's cum earlier resurfaced, body shivered. 

She put them in her bag. On the way downstairs, she felt light on her feet. She wanted to hum a Christmas song and dance a little. On looking at her partner, sitting on her knees, near the door. Daisy dropped her arms and sighed.

Her sub wore a black bra, skirt, and knee-high boots. Daisy ordered her to stand and be still, but with some idle movement she did. 

Taking the red lipstick out of her bag, she wrote words on Dahlia's breasts, tummy, thighs, words like: “whore”, “cum bucket”, “ass licker”, Give me your piss”. Daisy moved to the back, a large open canvas on skin. Three words she picked could be engraved on the skin if the lipstick weren't so fragile.

“You’re getting creative all the sudden”

She got the lead, hanging with the coats, scarves, and attaching to the choker ring. 

“And why are you wearing pink? It sticks out like a sore thumb!”

“I wear what I want”

She put her hands on her hips. This voice, this tone. It sat on her throat like a log. She swallowed. A chuckle roared. 

“You think you're going to handle what we're gonna do tonight?”

“Yes, I can handle this act. Will you?”

Dahlia chuckled, quick as a slap.

“You’re fucking testing me. Let’s go”

Daisy “commanded” Dahlia to close your eyes till they were at the place. 

Walking down the street with an exposed sub on a lead wasn’t the problem; it was the high street ahead that made Daisy’s hand shake. There was a Christmas decoration: gingerbread men, snowmen, and Santas, that always brought mixed emotions for her. On top of that, the noise, the cars go up and down. Everyone coming from shops, goes to shops, with their different reactions: some ignored them, some gasp and pointed, the odd person will say “cheater!” “sluts!”” “Can I have a picture? Fuck off then” 

Each comment, each look, point. Daisy’s eyes fall on the floor, only to pick them up to find the restaurant. 

Dahlia pushed the door open. Daisy repeats her order to herself, walking to the reception. She swallowed, then said:

“ Hi, can I have the Festive Burger meal with extra sauce. Two-two diet Coke as well?”

Much to Daisy's surprise, the man smiled and took the order. 

The two sat on the corner of the restaurant, in full display of the window. 

“You order just for you?”

“I brought you a coke”

“Quit being smart with me! I haven’t eaten anything all day”

She smiled.

“I haven’t eaten anything all week. Just water and burnt ass toast”

“You eat like a fucking pig, wanting three meals EVERY DAY! You know, there are people out there that would love to have toast, even if it's burnt to fuck”

The food came as ordered. Hunger clouded her focus, eating most of the chips before taking the thinnest, brownest chip she could find.

“Are you still hungry, pet?”

She has to repeat the question, and she responds as expected. 

She chuckled at her sad chip. Dahlia folded her hands, leading back.

“Come on, BABE, eat your chip”

Dahlia looked away.

“If you do, you can have a bit of my burger”

With some hesitation, Dahlia eats the chip. Daisy congratulated and clapped her hands. The burger was a double layer, chicken and turkey on each layer, salad with the sauce of hot gooey cheese and cranberry, dripping into its packet.

“Wait, I forgot you hate cheese. Maybe I should eat it”

“I eat anything at this point, let me have it”

Daisy coughed; her sub understood.

“Please, Mistress, may I have a bite? I’m so hungry and weak”

Daisy handed the burger on top of Dalilah's head, crushing it. A swirl of vermilion came down in a big gloop, smearing all over her face, somewhat aimed for her mouth. Pieces of lettuce and tomato also landed on her face. The odd people looked in horror. Dahlia tried to pull her arms down; a light pull away made her submit.