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This is part two of a random story idea I had this weekend. Hope y'all enjoyed it!

“…To put it bluntly, Ms. Anderson, you are being a complete thorn in my side during these negotiations.”

Lily tried not to listen – but the apartment was tiny. There was no way they’d be able to turn off their ears, not with a client shouting at Magnolia through a computer screen.

“I understand this contract isn’t panning out how you’d like, Mr. Cunningham, but—” Magnolia continued trying to negotiate, but the man wasn’t listening. He wasn’t planning on doing so. Lily could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t willing to hear what Magnolia had to say.

“You know what I’d like? For you lot to stop being money-grubbing bastards and just let other people get some of the cash,” the man’s voice turned slowly into a furious growl. “You think you’re so tough and mighty because you have the monopoly on this whole industry, but you’re wrong! You just like taking from your corporate partners because you’re a bunch of greedy assholes.”

“Mr. Cunningham, you knew from the beginning that our company would take out a 20% cut. Mr. Perkins should have briefed you on this.”

“Oh, he did, but here I was, thinking I could convince you to be a little reasonable!”

“Mr. Cunningham—” Magnolia’s voice was still calm, the same voice she’d use for all of her business negotiations. Lily continued listening, peeking through the door to see how still Magnolia was sitting.

“You know, you’re just a money-hungry bitch, you know that?” Magnolia’s eyes slowly turned from pensive to shocked. “You think you’re being oh so generous by ‘only’ taking a 20% cut, but you’re about to leave me and my men starving for more! Who in the world could live off of a $75,000 salary?!”

Lily choked, trying to hide their amusement. Magnolia, on the other hand, looked everything but amused.

“You’d think that someone who went through as much hardship as you apparently did would understand,” the man’s voice was becoming more of a scream than a shout, “but you’re just a dumb bitch who won’t budge on anything! I am so sick of women like you!”

Lily had to wonder how this man was even still taking up any of Magnolia’s time. Magnolia should have just closed the laptop after insulting him herself. But… she sat there, almost frozen. Her body was motionless.

“Mr. Cunningham,” Magnolia inhaled, trying to regain her composure. “I see that if this is the way you see me, then our contract will not work out. I am ending negotiations, we will not be working together. I wish you the best, and I need to go.”

Before Mr. Cunningham could get another few words in, Magnolia hung up the call and closed her laptop. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, as she blinked to try to regain her balance.

Lily continued to stare, that was until she spoke up again. “Plaything, I know you’re there.”

Lily stammered. “U-uh, I’m so sorry, Mistress, I just couldn’t help but—”

“Stop explaining yourself,” Magnolia grumbled. “Get over here, plaything. I need to use you as a stress ball for a minute.”

As Lily approached her, she stood up, the expression in her eyes darkening. She caressed their cheeks, looking down at them as they quivered. “Were you thinking something, plaything?”

Lily wanted to lie – desperately, they wanted to. “Y…yes, Mistress.”

Slap! Lily couldn’t say they weren’t expecting that. It was her way of telling them to hurry up, and ordering them to stop beating around the bush. They had a habit of doing so, after all.

“Well, then, spit it out. I’m all ears.”

Lily hesitated. “I… I’m just wondering if you’re okay, Mistress.”

Magnolia’s stance deflated. “If I’m… okay?”

“Yeah,” Lily’s face dropped. “That sounds like… like it was a stressful meeting. Are you alright?”

“Plaything,” Magnolia chuckled, brushing off her earlier disposition. “Of course I’m fine. You must know I’ve been called every awful term in the book. That man was foolish to think insulting me would get me to waiver, or to give him more money. Poor employees,” she mocked, “having to live off of only $75,000 a year. Woe is them, hmm?”

Lily nodded. “Y-yeah. That’s… a very generous amount of money.” And yet, it was still only a fraction of what Magnolia had bought Lily for.

She was fine… right? She wouldn’t lie to Lily about something like that. Right?

“Regardless, it was quite frustrating. You’re right about that,” Magnolia sighed, a weary smile crossing her lips. “I’d like us to go grab some ice cream.”

Lily’s face lit up. “Ice cream? Really, Mistress?”

Magnolia laughed harder, ruffling Lily’s hair as she used her other hand to clasp onto their neck. “Yes, my adorable plaything. Even I need comfort food sometimes.”

Lily couldn’t complain about that part. Any dessert surprise was a welcome surprise. But… Something still felt off. Magnolia almost never went for comfort food. That was much more of a Lily thing.

Right?

~~

Of course, Magnolia took them to the most expensive ice cream shop in town. She stuck to a simple mint chocolate chip ice cream. Lily, on the other hand, got the biggest sundae in the store, topped with chocolate shavings and hot caramel. They were so engrossed in their ice cream that they almost forgot what happened. Magnolia clearly didn’t, though.

Lily reached the half-way point of their giant sundae, and were already feeling full. “This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had, Mistress!”

“I thought you’d like it,” Magnolia smirked. “The owner was actually a close business friend of mine. Her ice cream catered many of my events.”

“Wow,” Lily grinned as they continued eating. “You’re so connected, Mistress.”

“Well, of course,” Magnolia narrowed her eyes. “What do you take me for? I didn’t get where I am by sitting in my room and praying for a high-class connection to grace me.”

Lily shrugged, pouting. “I suppose that’s true. Hey, maybe she can cater my next birthday.”

Magnolia raised an eyebrow. “Your next birthday? Who would you even invite to such a party?”

“Well, you of course! Also, Jenn, Pierre…” they blushed as they realized they only had three people. They still didn’t want to see Rye, so it was really just those two.

Magnolia laughed again. “It’s okay, plaything. I know you can’t count higher than three on a bad day.”

Lily was about to playfully retort, before they heard something. An infuriated customer, becoming slowly more angry and unhinged. The gentle-looking cashier tried to defuse the situation as she kept yelling.

“What do you mean you’re out of that flavor!?” she shouted. “I came out all this way to get it! Go into the back and fucking get some!”

“M-Ma’am,” the cashier whimpered. “I’m sorry, I already checked, we don’t have—”

“Well, check again! I’m sure you do!”

Lily was about to stand up and try to help the poor service worker, before the manager came out back. Luckily, the manager was sympathetic to the cashier. The angry woman was all but dragged out of the store, still screaming in fury over her lost ice cream flavor.

“Wow,” Lily exhaled, “some people, am I—”

They turned back to Magnolia. They stopped talking. She was frozen again, but only briefly. She snapped out of it, acknowledging Lily’s presence again. “You were saying something, plaything?” Her eyes narrowed at Lily, growing ever so suspicious.

Lily squeaked, trying to pretend like they hadn’t seen anything. “N-nothing, Mistress. I was just…” They looked down at the ice cream. “I was just hoping I could take my ice cream with me. Maybe we could walk around?”

“Ah, yes,” Magnolia blinked, realizing her ice cream was long gone. “Let’s. Actually… come to think of it, this is right by a kink store that just opened.”

Lily reoriented themself. It… was? “R-really?”

“Lily,” Magnolia grinned. She grabbed their neck and dragged their ear close to her mouth. “How would you like to choose which toy I beat you with tonight?”

Lily gulped. That sounded… scary.

~~

Magnolia seemed off, even at the store. And yet, she still made Lily pick out which toy they’d get hit with. All of them seemed rather menacing, especially as she made them pick out a caning toy as well as a few floggers and whips. They flinched when she told them how stingy it was.

And she wasn’t exaggerating.

That afternoon, after her work was done, she bent them over bare naked and decided to “take her frustration out.”

She always hit hard when she was taking her anger out on Lily. And Lily never minded it. Today, though, her hits were much, much harsher. Especially with the cane, which she almost forgot how to use properly. She told Lily to tell her when she’d hit their limit, as always.

Lily’s limits had changed over the years – their pain tolerance had increased, as had their need to be a stress toy for Mistress. Their cute cries and screams hadn’t changed. Magnolia made sure of that. And yet, she hit their limit relatively quickly with most of the toys. The flogger and whip she got a few increasingly hard strikes in before Lily hit their limit. Tears welled in their eyes – in the best way – as she moved to the paddle. She was hitting much harder than usual. Lily of all people could tell as they told her “limit” after five strikes.

And then there was the cane. She’d never used a cane on them before, and they had no idea what to expect from such a small object.

The first cane hit Lily much harder than they imagined. They cried out, “that’s my limit!”

“Already?” Magnolia cooed. “But we’re just getting started. You sure you can’t go a little harder for your Mistress? Have I already broken your last brain cell?”

She’d done that many times already. Regardless, Lily whimpered out, “y-yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, plaything, if you insist,” she chuckled. “May I hit you with the same intensity?”

Lily nodded, tears streaking their face. “Y-yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

SLAP! “O-ow!” Lily cried out in pain and shock as Magnolia accidentally delivered a hit much harder than her last one. Lily shrieked, “I said that was my limit!”

Magnolia blinked behind them. “Did I hit you harder, plaything?” There was a tinge of regret in her voice.

Lily whimpered and nodded. “Y-yes, Mistress. That was… that was much harder.”

“Damn it. Plaything, that was not my intention at all.” Magnolia dropped the cane next to her, sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Turn over, plaything. That’s an order – we’re done.”

Lily nodded, turning over and pulling their lingerie back up. As they sat back down, they collapsed on their Mistress’ side.

“I’ll be sure to hit less hard with that thing,” she cooed. “I’m deeply sorry, plaything. Let’s calm down for now.”

“O…okay,” they nodded as they huddled closer to her. “You’re not mad at me for stopping?”

“Of course not, plaything. You communicated well and expressed your limits. I should be asking if you’re mad at me.”

Lily laughed lightly and shook their head. “Not at all… Mistress. But…” they frowned again. Magnolia was clearly affected by everything that had happened that day. Was it in Lily’s place to say something?

Magnolia sighed. “You’re still worried about me, aren’t you, plaything?”

Lily flushed. “I… yes, Mistress. A little.”

“Why so?”

Lily bit their lip again. “After all that yelling – like, from that client, and from the customer at the ice cream store, Mistress, you… you froze up. The way I do.”

Magnolia scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, plaything. That’s stupid.”

“D-do you think so, Mistress?” Lily fumbled, playing with their hands. “I mean… you looked like you were processing what was going on. The way I do.”

“I’m smarter than you, idiot,” Magnolia affectionately growled. “You’re beginning to insult me.”

“I’m not trying to be insulting, Mistress!” Lily retorted. “And I’m not calling you stupid or dumb – I would never! I just think that, maybe… y’know… you may have some stuff on your mind you’re not telling me.”

Magnolia lifted an eyebrow, her expression more curious than angry. “’Some stuff on my mind’? Like what, plaything?”

“Like, maybe… I don’t know much about your past, but maybe something happened to you like it did to me. I mean, being kicked out of your house must not have been easy. And I don’t know what you had to do to survive, or… what happened before you were kicked out. I just think it may be helpful to… to talk to me. Or someone. I just don’t like seeing you suffer – not after all you’ve helped me with!”

Magnolia bit her lip, unsure if she should consider what her darling idiot was saying. “You think I have trauma?” she asked, trying not to sound offended.

“I mean, I dunno,” Lily shrugged. “I just hope that if something’s on your mind… maybe you can talk to me.”

Magnolia stared at Lily like they had three heads. Lily desperately hoped they weren’t crossing a line by saying any of this – after all, Magnolia never had to talk to them. Right? Was Magnolia going to punish them for talking out of line for the third day in a row?

Instead, she laughed. “No, plaything. I think you may be right.”

“R-really?” Lily blinked.

“Yes. For someone with since a tiny brain, you are a shockingly smart person,” she chuckled.

“Oh… oh, thank you, Mistress.” That didn’t answer any of their questions, but it was sure nice to hear.

“I’ll consider what you told me,” she mused. “I’m not quite ready to talk about those dark times in my life, but… when I am, you’ll be the first person I go to.”

“Really?” Lily grinned.

“Yes, really, plaything.” Before Lily could say anything else, Magnolia grabbed their head and dragged them into a loving, rough, intense kiss. After half a minute, she broke the kiss, patting their thigh. “I love you, Lily. Now, I think some aftercare for both of us is in order.”

“Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”