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The female Courier is in a loving, consensual D/s relationship with Veronica.

The Courier is the Mistress; Veronica her devoted, collared pet.

Bonus Points if they're very open and public with their relationship.

D/S? Don't mind if I do...

Kinks: Submissison, Collar

Characters: F!Courier, Veronica Santangelo

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Clothes and various pieces of armor were scattered all over the master bedroom as the courier stood in front of her armor, staring into it and posing every few moments. She was getting ready for a night on the Strip and having a lot of trouble deciding just what to wear; she was the new manager of the Gomorrah, after all, and she needed to look good for her debut night. With a heavy sigh, she tossed a lock of curled raven hair over her shoulder and stared at the scar that had been left in the corner of her face, just above her eye. She'd hated it ever since she woke up in Goodsprings in a time that seemed so long ago.

"Stupid bullets..." Jackie muttered under her breath as she heard the scuffling of feet behind her and spotted Veronica beginning to clean up the scattered attire that she'd tried on and thrown away. She smirked, raising her voice. "My scar makes me look ugly." The scribe in the mirror turned her head towards the mirror and exposed the leather collar that was buckled just tightly enough around her slender neck, and shook her head as she let an armful of boots fall to the floor.

Veronica tiptoed up behind her courier and slipped her slender arms around the woman's midriff, while her own long silk dress brushed against Jackie's soft skin. "You're beautiful and you know it." She chided, while the smirking Jackie turned around on the spot. One hand stroked down one of Veronica's hips only for its palm to rest on her ass, and the other ran through the scribe's short brunette hair. "Oh, I get it." Veronica huffed, as she got to her tiptoes again and placed a soft kiss on the scar atop her mistress' head. "You were teasing me again, weren't you?"

A soft laugh came from Jackie's lips as she gazed at the light reflected in Veronica's eyes, that looked like the softest chocolate she'd found hidden in the storeroom of the Lucky 38. "Maybe. I guess can't look too bad, if I have a delicious thing like you at my beck and call." She teased with soft fingers stroking the edge of Veronica's collar, at the sensitive spot where skin met leather that made Veronica purr with delight whenever it was touched. Veronica was a truly beautiful woman when she let herself be, instead of hiding in a frumpy robe. That was the first thing to be thrown in the trash when they came to their arrangement. "I do need some help with getting ready, though..."

"Coming right up." Veronica replied, getting a quick kiss before she looked over the arrangement of clothes and felt an arm slip over her shoulder. After a few minutes of studying the contents of the room, she gathered a pile of clothes and passed them into Jackie's arms. The woman gave her a skeptical look, which she sighed back at. "If you're not going to trust me to make you look good, I'm gonna have to punch some sense into you."

"Then you'd just be in for another spanking." Jackie said with a wink and a smack on Veronica's waiting behind, who squealed out loud, but the smile on her face afterwards let Jackie know there wouldn't need to be any more. Their back and forth was something she enjoyed more and more as they got used to their relationship, although they'd begun unsure of just how to handle such things. As she began to pull the outfit on, Veronica stood by her side to apply crimson lipstick to her lips and a stick of pre-war mascara to her eyelashes, until Jackie ended up dressed in her military themed attire, complete with a 1st Recon Beret sitting atop her silky head of hair.

"See?" Veronica asked, linking her arm with one of her Mistress' and resting her head on the shoulder of the jacket. "You look great, and I promised you I wouldn't tell lies." Although she sometimes misbehaved just to get a reaction when she was feeling naughty, Veronica was quite devoted to her role as a submissive lover. Jackie was kind and fair, as she'd shown in many situations on her rise to power in the Mojave, but her justice was swift and merciless. Neither of them had expected it to work so well when they found the many, many dirty magazines about it in the depths of the bedroom safe, but there was something thrilling to Veronica about putting herself under the power of somebody that she knew would never harm or betray her, or treat her unfairly. It was liberating, in its own strange way.

"Yeah, yeah." Jackie rolled her eyes and slipped her arm around the waist of her lover, spinning them round until she was leaning over the scribe, who was hung in the air beneath the courier like a loose flag. Both of them had more than enough strength to support each other, but the motion sent Veronica into a fit of nervous giggles before her mouth was claimed in a passionate kiss of smearing lipstick, which the courier was promptly complained to about, and the scribe was promptly spanked for pointing out.

They descended into Gomorrah, which was flooded with customers for the re-opening under Jackie's rule. Strippers were dancing in their cages suspended above the gambling floor, which was flooded with the sounds of cheering and jeering at won or lost bets, while in the bar music blared and alcoholic beverages were served up under the vigilant gaze of brown striped securitrons wearing trilbies instead of soldier helmets. Jackie introduced herself to a few of the customers, as well as flirting with the receptionist, then watched over the dance floor with Veronica on her lap before retreating into her office.

Jackie groaned as she slipped out of her jacket and hung it on the back of the door, stretching out her arms while Veronica strolled over to the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. "I hate people. They say stupid things." The courier complained loudly to Veronica, who just shook her head and laughed at the melodrama as her mistress slipped behind the desk, starting the terminal with a slap on its side. "Oh, where's the bathroom? Oh, where do I go to order drinks? How do I find the hookers? How is baby formed?" The courier rolled her eyes and leaned back in the comfy chair behind the desk, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers.

"Want me to get my pneumatic gauntlet? I keep it tucked in my bra for occasions just like this." Veronica asked with a raised eyebrow, leaning over the desk to look into Jackie's cool, blue eyes that were very much frowning at that point. They lightened up just enough for Veronica to know the night was still salvageable. Luckily for the courier, Veronica was an expert in salvage. She slipped off her heels and crawled beneath the desk, ignoring the questions of what the hell she was doing until she got the chance to show it. She tugged down Jackie's pants and panties along with them, licking her lips at the sight of her luscious prize.

Jackie was about to punish Veronica with a kick when she felt a pair of eager lips on the soft heat of her sex. "Goddamn..." She groaned out through gritted teeth as her eyes rolled up to the bland ceiling and she clutched at a handful of Veronica's hair. She'd forgotten all about the dancers she'd been watching, with their gyrating oiled up flesh and flimsy outfits that barely covered their bodies, but the tonguing of her tamed scribe brought it all back to her in just a few glorious moments.

Then the door slammed open and the boots of a rough-talking ex-caraveneer stomped on the soft carpet. "Thought I saw you come in here." Cass greeted with a tip of her head as she closed the door behind her, not noticing the suddenly wide eyes of the courier as she panicked about what to do next. "I've been enjoying a few drinks at the bar, kicking back a few bottles, y'know..." Cass said, a slightly drunken smile on her lips as she saw the thin layer of sweat that was beginning to cover Jackie's skin, and the color draining from her already fair cheeks. "Damn, Jackie, you look flushed. The business life already gettin' to ya?"

A deep breath entered Jackie's lungs as she tried to collect herself. So far, her and Veronica's special circumstances had managed to be hidden from their closest friends by a combination of lies and high-necked outfit. Nobody had commented yet, on the debut night of Veronica's collar in public and the re-opening of the casino, but it seemed like it was about to be put to the test. She folded her fingers together and placed her chin on them, leaning over slightly to smile at Cass. "You could say that." She answered, struggling to keep her voice steady as Veronica softly nibbled at her clitoris. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about somethin'." Cass shrugged, taking off her hat and placing it next Jackie's jacket on the back of the door. This was going to take a while, she could tell, and wondered just how long she could hold out. Five minutes, ten or maybe not even one. The cowgirl took a seat on the chair opposite Jackie's desk and took a sniff of the air. "Urgh, my breath smells like whiskey... Anyway, I heard that you've been looking for caravan deals, and since the Crimson Caravan has been sent limping back to California, I wondered what you'd think of...y'know, letting me take care of some deals for you? I've got some 'friends' back there who might be interested in getting back in the game."

"Oh god..." Jackie whimpered, as her hand clutched more tightly around veronica's hair and she could feel her climax approaching more and more quickly. She thrice cursed Veronica for all the practice she had eating her out. She nodded as Cass frowned deeply and smiled. "Hey, yeah, sure, sounds good. Sounds great. I'll get to work on it now."

"...right." Cass said, getting to her feet. "I'll see you later, then. When you're not high or...whatever the fuck is up with you right now. Do you know where Veronica is? I wanted to see what she thought, too, since you two are kinda close an' shit."

The most devious thought of her life crossed Jackie's mind, as she tightened her grip on Veronica's hair and tugged tightly on it. Veronica squealed in surprise as she was pulled up from her kneeling, her cheeks flushed and her lips wet with the juices of her mistress, with eyes wider than an ambushed gecko. "Here she is." Jackie grinned, planting a wet kiss on Veronica's cheek as the scribe gave a shy wave to Cass. She was definitely not ready for that, but she supposed it had to happen at some point.

Cass stared for a good few moments until she managed to sputter out a question. "What the fuck is going on here?!"

"Umm...I know what this looks like." Veronica said, feeling the tightness of her collar for the first time as she was exposed in such a state to another person. "And...it's exactly what it looks like. Jackie is...my mistress, I guess. Kind of like a slave, but without the slavery part, which probably doesn't make much sense."

Moments of awkward silence passed again as Cass just stared, before a disbelieving smirk came to her lips and she span round on the spot. "Right...well...I'll leave you to your kinky shit, or whatever. And hope that I don't remember this in the morning." With that crude goodbye, she put on her hat and walked out of the room with a wonky stride.

As soon as Cass was out of the room, Jackie pushed Veronica's head between her thighs and let out a blissful sigh, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Veronica immediately returned to her duty with her eagerly exploring tongue, a spark of delight in her eyes that neither of them had been judged too harshly. If it got more reactions like that, it might even be worth showing it off.

~Fin~

I loved how even with the D/s relationship they still completely cared for each other and that was obvious in their little play-flirting (and the fact that Veronica may have been sub, but she was still snarky and felt free to express that). (I mean, not that D/s's don't love each other, it just seems hard for many writers to pull this off in fic). I also think it's hilarious that it was Cass that walked in on them. I'm surprised that after a few drinks she wasn't interested in joining in, but hey, never can tell with that Cassidy. Characters seemed in-character, and you explored a side of the f!Courier that I had never considered. Well done, a!a.

(Btw, my captcha says 'rigidly'...I guess it approves too!)

Very, very nice. That was great.

THIS was Fun to read, and I loved the little playful-flirting part. Authors like you are FTW for life bro!!

Not a bro, but thank you nevertheless.

Nicely done, A!A. I think you may have just given me some of the inspiration I need to work on something of my own...

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