There is never a knock on Cayen's door.

It being inside the shop, behind other locked doors, she uses her phone to know when someone is outside. It's for this reason that her text tone is the iconic bing-bong of an actual doorbell.

When it sounds, she gets up and leaves the apartment, goes down the stairs, and opens the back. There stands her friend, framed by the amber glow of the streetlight, hugging around her waist. The air coming in is on the cold side, and the bunny is not precisely dressed for it, being in a white blouse and knee-length skirt.

"Evening," Glire says. "...May I come in? It's kind of chilly."

Cayen looks amused. "Maybe you should have worn a sweater," she says, and steps back to let the bunny into the warmth of the shop.

"It was forty degrees yesterday, I honestly didn't think it would be this cold." She locks the back door behind her, and follows Cayen back up into her apartment.

"Yeah, kind of stark, isn't it." She says as they enter. "It's nice, though. I'd rather have this than another heat wave." She locks the door to the apartment and leans up against it, watching Glire with some curiosity. "Though I think it's hotness that brought you here regardless, no?"

Glire is looking around the apartment. She gets a little bashful smirk, and doesn't reply directly, not in words at least. "I thought Chloé was over."

"Oh, yeah, she's put away at the moment."

"You can treat me like I am not here," comes the quiet voice of the mouse from the closet. "That is how I am treating me."

Glire chuckles. "Okay," she says to the closet, and then turns to Cayen. "So... yeah. I figure you were the person to ask."

Cayen pushes off the door and walks to the couch, sits, and throws an arm over the back. "You said it was kinda personal?"

"Yeah, it's... Oh, thank you," Glire says in response to Cayen patting the couch next to her, and sits next to the feline. "Anyway, yeah, it's... well, you know Deir."

"Do I ever."

"And you know how she's quite a big fan of, uhm... well, she likes pain. In the one region."

"Uh-huh." Cayen's tone was knowing, but not too knowing, and Glire was glad that the feline knew when to tone down the flirtation around her.

"Well, I...  I don't know what that's like."

"What, to get your outie tortured?"

"Yes. And, well, I... I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to experiment with me a bit on that. I see her squirming around and I kind of... I get curious. And, I think you're more knowledgable than I am about quite a lot of sexual stuff, and I thought if anyone could help me figure out some stuff, it'd be you."

Cayen wrapped her arm around Glire's shoulder, and the bunny leaned in to cuddle up to Cayen's side. "That sounds interesting," she says. "I wouldn't mind that at all." Glire nods against her. "There's only one thing, though, like... isn't this something that she'd be better at? Like, it sounds like something that you and her could bond over."

Glire shrugs. "I thought I might surprise her a bit with it. 'Hey look, turns out I'm into the riding crop too.'. I don't know. I'd trust her to do it... you're probably sick of me talking about her by now, I'm sure you know I'd trust her to perform heart surgery on me if she thought she could... but this time I thought I could consult an outside source first, do some research on my own."

Cayen leans in and places a kiss against Glire's ear. "I think that's kinda cute," she says, and Glire wiggles. "Also, don't think I don't appreciate that I'm the next most trustworthy person on your list."

Glire nods. "I'd trust you to be the anaesthesiologist," she says with a smile.

Cayen smirks in response. "I think I'm going to be doing the opposite of reducing your pain in a second," she says. 

Glire wiggles. "Right. Yes."

Cayen giggles. "So, since it's gonna be easier to do stuff to you when you're already stiff, why don't you lie back and get yourself ready and I'll get some stuff to experiment."

Glire swallows audibly, and extracts herself from Cayen's side, lying back while Cayen goes to her toybox. "...I'm not sure I need to get myself anything, after that," she says, shyly lifting her skirt and slipping her panties off.

Cayen looks back over and grins. "See, this is promising. You know I'm gonna hurt you a bunch and you're getting all turned on by it. There's something that draws you to it, at least." She rummages through the toybox for some things, and brings an armful to the couch, depositing most of them on the coffee table.

Glire takes in all the objects, and her eyes widen. "All that?"

"Well, you said experiment, right? I mean, this is what I could think of. If you don't want to do something, then that's fine, but I'm gonna give you the buffet and let you eat around whatever you don't want."

Glire nods. Uhm... well, what's first?"

Cayen grins, and shakes a bottle of massage oil. "First I get you lubed up."

Glire blushes. "A-ah, I see. What's the purpose of...?" Her train of thought, and her question, is cut off by Cayen depositing herself on Glire's thighs.

"If, for example, you decide on the candle, the oil'll help remove the wax later," she says, flipping open the top of the bottle and pouring some oil into your hand. "Second, oil's gonna reduce all the little pores and pockets in your skin that hide cushioning air. You get to feel a lot more sting that way." Almost matter-of-factly, Cayen's oiled hand wraps around Glire's shaft and begins stroking.

"Hnn--" Glire moans, shaft twitching as Cayen's hand moves up and down.

"Mm... there." She says, her hand moving down to the base and staying there. "Now you're all set."

"I think you were rather more thorough than necessary," Glire breathes.

Cayen smirks. "I'm an overachiever, what can I say. So, what first? Have you ever had nails on you or anything?"

"Um... lightly. Nothing, nothing super harsh."

"Do you want super harsh?"

"...Start with lightly, I think. Please. And then maybe get harder?"

"Alright." She takes her other hand and runs the thumbnail lightly up the underside of Glire's shaft.

Glire bites her lip. "That's... good," she says.

Cayen does it again, and again. "Good, just enough, or good, it feels good?"

"Feels good." She sucks in a breath as Cayen adds more nails, two scraping lightly up the topside of the bunny's shaft in addition to the one on the underside. "Nnh. That's much stronger."

"I felt a twitch. Still doing okay?"

"Uh-huh. Maybe... maybe a little harder."

Cayen grins, and scratches harder. Glire closes her eyes and hisses in pain. "Ooh, god."

"Talk to me."

"It's, like... it's okay, but it's not... it's not pleasure any more, it's something else."

"Something like pain?" She teases, and does it again, a little harder.

"Ahh... well, yeah, it's pain, I mean... it's this... I dunno. I can't words it. It's... I feel like I can take it."

Cayen's nails paused. "Do you want to take it?"

"...I want to take it if you want to give it."

"'s fair." She says, and does it again, a little harder still.

"...Ah--" Glire says, wincing, and the tone is noticably different. "Too hard."

"Okay," Cayen says, and tries again.

"...Actually, it's--" The feline stops altogether. "I think it kinda got irritated. It's... not feeling good any more."

"Okay. Sorry."

"No, that's... I kinda expected that."

Cayen nods. "Okay. So, let's try..." She lightly flicks the underside of Glire's shaft.

"--Oh." Said shaft twitches.

Cayen smirks. "Oh?" She says, knowingly.

"Um, you can do that again."

Cayen gleefully flicks the same place in the same spot. "Nngh." Glire moans. "That's... I like that."

"You want it harder?"

"I-- yes."

Cayen starts flicking Glire's shaft harder, and Glire begins squirming. "You're making me lose my aim," Cayen teases, as her nail glances off the side of the shaft.

"Sorry, it's just... that's really new."

"Oh I know. And it's kinda fun just watching you squirm like that. Yeah, like that," Cayen adds, as Glire begins to do so in response to her words. "Can I go harder? I want to maybe try to really thud against you. Just once if you don't like it."

"...Yeah, okay. That could work."

Cayen set her finger and loaded up some force, and let the energy of her finger transfer hard into Glire's shaft once she lets it go. Glire lets out a little gasp at this, and has an expression on her face Cayen couldn't read.

"...That felt kinda good," Glire said after a moment. "I thought it was going to be harder, though."

"Oh, I see how it is." Cayen gives Glire a quick flick, and then winds up for a properly hard one, the nail smacking audibly against the oil-slick flesh of Glire's shaft.

"A-ah--" Glire moaned.

"Now this is interesting. Again?"

"Yeah--" The next flick comes, and Glire arches her back. "Nnn--"

"More?"

"Maybe, maybe later, but... I'm pretty sure I can take more. I just don't want to ruin myself for later stuff."

"Alright." She moves her hand back up and down, softly massaging Glire's shaft in apology.

"...Oh, god..."

"I couldn't let you take all that for me without some reward," Cayen says, giving Glire a few more strokes before moving her hand back to the base of the bunny's shaft.

"ahnn... Thank you." She says softly.

"You're welcome," came the saccharine reply. "So, what's next? There's the wax, the crop, I don't have tiger balm but there's toothpaste..."

"...Guh, I'm gonna regret this but I think I want to try the wax."

"Ooh, nice." Cayen lets Glire go entirely, and gives her shaft a little pat before getting up to get matches.

By the time she's returned, Glire is sitting on the couch, her hands in her lap; her forearms frame her shaft, still poking up. "Who said you could get up?" Cayen says playfully, striking a match and lighting the candle on her hand.

Glire opens her mouth, and then shuts it. "I-- that is, n-- um-- nobody."

"Well, in that case." She uses her forearm to gently nudge Glire towards lying back again. "Just lie back and let me take care of you."

Glire bites her lip and nods, lying back. "O-okay."

Cayen flashes the bunny a smile, and straddles her hips once again. She tilts the candle a little. "Not quite ready yet," she says. "So why the wax?"

"I've, um, I've experimented with wax before. Not, not there, as such. But other places. And when it's at the right height, it's like... it's... it's good."

"Ahh. Yes. I think I agree with you. It is good." She tilts the wax a little. "Okay, I think this is ready." She pours a drop of wax onto her palm from a height, and rubs at it with her fingers. "You know what, gimme your hand."

"Hm?" Glire does so, and Cayen holds the candle above it.

"I'm gonna make sure this is /your/ temperature, something /you/ believe you can take, and I can adjust from there."

"Oh, that's a good id--" She's cut off as the wax hits her palm. "...Ooh, that's good."

"That's good?"

"Yeah."

Cayen smirks. "Okay." She cradles Glire's shaft in her hand. "Ready?"

Glire takes a breath, and nods, bracing. Cayen tips the candle. "...Ohh, fuck--" she groans, as a drop lands on her shaft.

"Fuck good?"

"Fuck good."

"You want more?"

"Uh-huh-- Haaah..." Glire takes a few cleansing breaths, though she moans at the intensity of the heat penetrating into her shaft as each drop of wax cools on it.

Cayen looks. "There's a bunch of wax here now," she says. "You want me to speed up? See how that goes?"

"...I..." There's a long pause.

"Take your time."

"...No."

"Alright. ...Do you want me to keep going?"

"...Yes."

Cayen chuckles. "We have ourselves a bona-fide--" She drips some more wax. "Data point!"

"Nnngh, /yes/." She says, writhing by this point.

Cayen cautiously, but gleefully, drips drop after drop of wax on Glire's poor shaft, and over and over, the bunny moans and squirms. Glire clearly enjoys herself greatly, though it appears to be in a way that does not quite approach sexual pleasure, but some sort of purer masochism, enjoying the pain as pain. "Okay, I think if I give you any more I might 'ruin' you, so to speak," she says. "Unless you wanna be ruined~?"

Glire is, by now, breathing hard, dimly aware of what feels like an exoskeleton of wax on her shaft. "Nnn... no, I think that's enough."

Cayen grins, and blows out the candle. "That looked really good," she comments, as she waits for the wax to solidify again before putting the candle down.

"Nnh, yeah."

"It didn't sound like you were getting off to it, though. Or... well, I should just ask what it was like."

"I was /very/ getting off to it. But... like, not totally in a sexual way, like... it was painful like biting into a chili pepper, and it kinda... I'm a little endorphiny."

"Oooh." She gently rubs at an exposed part of Glire's shaft. "So you're all loaded up on feel-good chemicals."

Glire lets out a moan. "Yes."

"So you can take some more pain for me."

"Uh-huh."

"What do you want next, I can try to crop the wax off or just use the butterknife."

"...given how hard I think you need to hit wax before it comes off, I think... maybe the butterknife."

Cayen chuckles. "I don't blame you," she says, and picks up the butterknife, beginning to gently lift an edge of the wax.

"Nng."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just uncomfortable."

"Aww. Worth it?"

"Yeah. I guess it's just not fun to take it off again."

"Right. Well, I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Okay."

They lapse into silence a while as Cayen gets the wax off, and when it's all off, she deposits the shards of it on the coffee table. "See?" She says. "The oil gets it off easier."

"Yeah, that's usefhaaa--" Glire's response is cut off by Cayen's hand, beginning to stroke her again. "Nnoh god--"

Cayen giggles. "You took quite a lot for me. I think you deserve another treat."

"Nnfuck thank you..." she groans.

"I wonder, if you get all loopy on endorphins, how hard are you gonna come after?"

"Nn... dunno... pretty hard if I feel like this now... ohhfuck..."

Cayen giggles and lets Glire go. "Well, that's your reward at the end."

Glire stares at the ceiling a moment, breathing heavily. "Okay, what's next?" Cayen asks, tail wagging.

"Um... you said you had toothpaste...?"

"Yeah. Are you... asking about it?"

"Um, no, I think I get the general idea... I think... I might want to know what that's like."

"Alright. Actually, lemme get a towel and stuff, 'cause I want to have something here to wipe you off just in case." Cayen gets up again.

Glire watches her leave, and doesn't try to get up this time; instead, she stretches out, leaving her arms above her head, and closing her eyes.

Cayen returns, and Glire cracks an eye to watch her approach; she sets a bowl and a facecloth down on the coffee table and picks up the toothpaste tube, playfully whapping the end of it against Glire's breast. "So how much of this stuff do you want?" She asks, unscrewing it with her non-oiled hand.

"Uhm... I don't know," Glire says. "What's, like... what's a good amount?"

Cayen looks at the tube. "'Use a pea-sized amount'. Well, that's a start."

Glire chuckles a little. "I think, I think that's for quite a different application," she says, tucking her hands under her hips as she watches Cayen loading a dot of toothpaste onto her finger.

"Well, I don't know about that." Cayen begins to spread the toothpaste thinly across her hand. "Think about the surface area we're working with, 's probably about the same as the surface area of the mouth, maybe a bit less. And in both cases we're trying to make the area all tingly." 

Glire chuckles. "Touché."

Cayen looks at her hand, satisfied. "Ready?"

Glire nods. "...Yes."

Cayen wraps her hand around Glire's shaft once more and starts slowly stroking, and Glire's breath is forced from her. "God, that feels good," she says. "I can't, I can't feel much though..."

"Just wait," she says, not so much trying to pleasure, but to spread the toothpaste as widely as possible. "It might take a minute."

They're silent for a moment, and Cayen stops stroking for a little bit. "...Oh, oh there it goes," Glire says. "Oh, that's /interesting/..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's... guh, it's cold."

"How intense is it?"

"It's... I know it could be intense but it's not, yet. I don't think you used enough for it to really kick in."

"Well, I can fix that. You want more?"

"I... yes. Even if I don't like it I want to know what it's like. Maybe... like, use a bit more than you already put on."

"Alright." Cayen puts a slightly bigger daub on her finger. "...Hey, Glire. You know, I could just, like... put this somewhere sensitive. And spread it that way. Then you'll /know/ how intense it is."

Glire is silent for a moment. "The bowl's right here, and it's totally optional. I'm just offering." Cayen adds.

"...You know... I think... yes. Just, um..." she untucks a hand and taps against a spot just under the head of her shaft. "Here's pretty sensitive."

"Yeah? You want it there?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." She presses her finger against that spot, then uses her hand to spread the toothpaste around.

"...Oh, oh that's... nnnhh--" Glire's hips roll, and she takes a few cleansing breaths. "Oh that's cold, oh god."

"Too much?"

"No, no, just, lots. Lots and lots." She writhes, especially when Cayen's hand starts to move up and down again. "God, I don't know if the friction makes it better or worse."

"Well, there's one thing I know will work," she says.

"What are--" She says, and then watches Cayen shift down so her face is right up near Glire's shaft.

"I'm gonna blow on it, okay?"

"A-ah. Yes, that's fine... hoooh--" her shaft twitches, as the cool air from Cayen's lips sets off her nerves. "Oh, that's intense--"

"Yeah? Good?"

"Nnh, again, it's, it's like the wax, maybe a little less fun, but... yeah, it's good..."

Cayen grins. "Good." She does it again.

"Hhhaaaa..."

"God, you're fun to watch squirm underneath me."

Cayen waits for Glire to open her mouth, and then continues blowing along the bunny's shaft, cutting off any coherent reply. "Nnnh. That's not fair."

"Oh, this isn't unfair. It's just fun."

"...What, what's unfair...?"

"This." Cayen begins stroking again, and also resumes blowing down the shaft, thus ensuring that whatever part of Glire's shaft is exposed to the air is stimulated alongside the part being stroked.

"Aah, aaah... O-okay, you've, you've made your point."

Cayen stops blowing, and returns to her spot. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm okay... but... I think... I think I'm done."

"Okay." Cayen reaches for the towel, dunking it in the water and wringing it out. Slowly, she wraps the face cloth around Glire's shaft and moves it up, letting its fibres carry away the toothpaste and the oil. 

Glire takes a few cleansing breaths. "I am so glad that water is not cold," Glire says.

"Yeah, I figured warm water would set off the toothpaste the least if I needed to bail you out." She flips the cloth around and lets its clean side continue to carry away the offending toothpaste. "How're you doing?"

"I'm, I'm pretty good." She watches Cayen for a moment, and then looks away, a bashful grin appearing. "That was fun."

Cayen chuckles. "Was, eh." She begins to thoroughly wipe her hand off. "I think you forgot your reward."

"...Oh, that. Right."

"You don't... sound as excited as I expected."

"I don't know, I think... I think maybe I don't want to."

"Oh, well, that's fine too. I figured you'd want to, I don't know, release the tension after all that."

"No, I do. I really want to. It's just... well, that's Deir's thing, too, denial. And, I don't know. I feel a lot like just kind of chaining together the things she likes, just kind of... I don't know."

"I think I understand." She rubs at Glire's sides. "I think maybe... you want to figure out what she sees in all these kinks put together?"

"Kinda. There's... nn. There's a beauty in it. I kind of want to appreciate its beauty the way I imagine she does for once."

"Awww." She leans in. "You're so sweet."

Glire grins. "Like maple-glazed yams," she says.

Cayen giggles, and leans forward until she's on top of Glire; she lightly presses her lips to the bunny's, and they share a soft, lengthy kiss for a while.

"So..." Cayen says softly, once the kiss breaks. "Is there anything else I can do for your reward? Even, like, if you want a tea or something."

Glire gets a little gleeful grin. "May I come?"

Cayen blinks. "I thought y--" Then her brain catches up. "Oh, I see. Ask me again, properly."

Glire visibly blushes with embarrassment, but complies happily. "Please may I come, Mistress?"

"Say it like you mean it." Cayen's grinning by now.

"Oh please, please Mistress, pretty please may I come, I took all that pain for you and I really want to..." Now, so is Glire.

Cayen pretends to think about this. "Mmm... no." She darts forward and nudges her way to Glire's neck, nibbling on it playfully.

Glire squees, wrapping her arms around Cayen's waist, one hand playfully trying to grab the feline's madly wagging tail. "But Miiistreeeess~" She mock-whines.

Cayen pulls back, and there's a hardness in her eyes, alongside a dancing playfulness. "I still have a whole tube of toothpaste to use on you if you have any more objections," she purrs.

Glire's ears fold back and she visibly cowers. "Meep," she says, even though her smile doesn't quite fade. "I'll be good."

"Good." Cayen brings a hand up and boops Glire's nose, making the bunny wrinkle it; she then gets up, and tugs Glire's skirt down to hide her shaft.

"I /did/ wear panties," she says, and gets up herself to fetch them from at her feet, putting them back on.

"You don't have to," Cayen teases.

"Um, no, it's going to be cold, yes I do." She says, without heat. "I seem to remember you had a certain bus ride in the cold once, and you got to wear the furry ones."

It was Cayen's turn to blush. "...Yes, well." She brightens. "I could let you borrow those, I still have them!"

Glire giggles. "First of all, I think they'd feel far too good and I'd be hip-thrusting all the way home... not that that's a dealbreaker... but second, I think I have six inches of hip you don't. They're not going to fit me."

"Aww. You're probably right." She goes over and takes Glire by the hips, gently pulling the bunny into her. "That's okay. I like your hips."

"Thank you. They hold my pants up." She grins, but it falters after a moment, and Glire suddenly gets all shy.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just... thanks. For all this."

"Oh, no problem, it was fun! Any time you want to experiment some more, send me a text, I'll hurt you or tie you up or whatever you want."

Glire chuckles a little. "I'll keep that in mind," she says. "You've gotta come lock the back, right?"

"Yup," she says. "Lead on."

Glire unlocks the door and goes through it, and Cayen follows her down the stairs to the back door. She opens the back door and turns back towards Cayen, and on a whim, cups the feline's cheeks in her hands to draw her in for another slow kiss.

Cayen kisses back warmly, and when the kiss breaks, they share a little look of affection between each other. "...Anyway, I think it's time for me to get going." Glire says.

"Okay." Cayen extracts herself from the embrace. "The offer of tea's still open, you know. It'd be a heat source for the road."

"It's not that bad. I'll be fine once I get walking."

"Alright." 

Cayen nods. "Take care, Glire."

"I will. Cheers." Glire takes a couple of steps backwards and gives a little wave that Cayen returns, before turning and walking down the alleyway.

Cayen locks the back and goes back to the apartment. There she sees Chloé, out of the closet, with the candle in both hands, lit. She is watching the flame dance on the wick. "Oh, you're out," Cayen says, locking the door.

Chloé nods, and looks in Cayen's general direction. "...I am curious," she says. "I have never experienced wax before."

Cayen grins. "Curious, eh." Chloé nods again. "Well, gimme that candle and I'll satisfy your curiosity..."