Satin and leather.

Let's warm you up, shall we?

Susan hesitated for a moment, feeling the cool air in the room brush against her skin. Her eyes flickered from the ice cubes in her miss's hand to the bed. There was a mix of anticipation and a little apprehension swirling inside her, but she decided to trust the process. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to the bed, her movements slow, almost deliberate.

"Good girl," Vivian's voice was soft but commanding, as she watched Susan follow the instructions.

Susan carefully sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under her weight. Her heart was beating a little faster now, the silence in the room amplifying every small sound, every rustle of fabric, every breath.
She looked at her miss from the new angle.
She was beautiful, indeed, but there was something about her appearance.
She managed to look intimidating and reassuring at the same time, like those popular girls in school that would defend you against bullies.

She tilted her head, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, and parted her lips, waiting, her pulse quickening. She didn't know if she was supposed to feel sexy, or dumb.

Vivian approached, her steps measured, her gaze fixed on Susan. The cool cloth in her pocket and the ice cubes in her hand were tools, yes, but also symbols of the control she had over her and the care she offered. Without breaking eye contact, she placed the small bottle of water on the bedside table, freeing her hand to reach out towards Susan's chin.

Gently, she tilted Susan's head back just a little more, her touch firm but not forceful. "Keep your eyes on me', she murmured, her voice low and soothing.

Susan complied. She felt the first touch of the cold cloth against her neck, the shock of it making her gasp softly. The sensation was startling, but not unpleasant. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of her own skin, and she could feel the coolness seeping in, calming her racing thoughts.

Vivian continued, her movements delicate, as she traced the cloth along Susan's neck, the chill leaving a tingling trail in its wake.
Then, she passed it over the little exposed skin on her chest, the cold water now running into her shirt, over her exposed stomach.
Susan whined, it felt like a complain.

"Why are you talking?" her miss said, and she immidiately shut up, remembering that she was mostly acting, and she had to use her word if she wanted her to stop. She didn't, though.

"I'm sorry, miss".

"Why are you still talking?" Vivian answered, sounding both annoyed and amused.

That was the first time she got to be softly dominating with her. She was having fun.

"Open your mouth, Susan'.

Susan tested her luck. "It's open already, miss", she said, hinting at a smile.

Vivian lowered her head to really look at her. She didn’t answer.
Instead, she dropped the now warmed-up cloth and used her now-free hand to gently grasp her chin between her index finger and thumb.

“Not,” she began, placing her thumb inside her mouth, between her teeth. Susan could feel the soft sensation of the satin brushing on her teeth.

“Enough,” she finished, pulling down on her jaw to help her mouth fall open.

With that, Susan stayed, surprisingly, still.
Not a single word, whine or complaint escaped from her mouth, and her safe word was never said.

Susan looked at her with big questioning eyes, silently asking her if the width of her mouth was now right, not wanting to break her silence.

"That's good", Vivian said, grabbing an ice cube from inside the glass.

The miss knew Susan liked to be praised.
Usually, her clients co-existed in two different dimensions: praise and degradation.
Sometimes, those two galaxies collided for some people...for the majority of them, they didn't.
Men were easier to understand, so she decided to test the waters a little bit, mostly provoking her and not fully degrading her. It was too much and too soon anyway, she didn't want to scare her off.