I blame CanITellUSmThin for the existence of this fic. This is currently a one-shot, but I'm considering continuing it eventually when I'm not working on so many other stories. All characters are the property of Disney.

~o~

Handcuffs were laid on the tables before the groups of two. Elsa stared down at the redhead seated next to her. The girl was very cute, but that was only going to make this more awkward. She couldn't help but admire the way the sweat pants and t-shirt clung to the younger girl's fit figure. The object of her admiration turned to look up at her, her pony tail bobbing as she moved. Elsa glanced away, staring down at the table and the open Defensive Tactics book in front of her.

"Who should go first?" Anna asked, her teal eyes crinkling in an easy smile. There was no way she knew the thoughts that had been going through Elsa's mind.

"I will," Elsa answered. She just needed to get this over with, handcuff the girl so she can go back to keeping her hands off of her. She'd been checking her out nonstop since fire arms and it was starting to feel creepy.

They watched the instructors demonstrate the technique. It was fairly basic stuff, even if they did decide to do it with an unnecessary flourish for the unlocking. Approach cautiously and make sure to double lock, and it's pretty difficult to mess it up. Of course if you don't double lock, then you could risk seriously harming your partner, and that would drastically complicate things. Digging bits of metal into the girl you have a crush on is almost always a bad idea.

Once the demonstration was completed twice, the groups were allowed to practice on their own. Anna stood up and motioned for Elsa to grab the cuffs and keys. Elsa did so and took a deep breath. She thought back to the lesson, noting every detail. Anna turned around, placing her wrists behind her back. Elsa approached her warily, her hand on the cuffs she had just attached to her belt. As she placed them on Anna's wrists, she inhaled an almost intoxicating aroma. The scent of winter melon wafted up, the gingerbread-like flavor adding to the distraction that the nearby body of the younger woman was already causing.

She found that the handcuffs were already on Anna. She had no recollection of having done it. She pushed in on one of the bands to check if she had also double locked them. She had not. The band tightened on the other girl's wrist, and she produced a faint sound, that almost sounded like a moan. Elsa stared at her, her face reddening.

Elsa attempted to place her finger in between the cuff and the slightly reddened skin, but couldn't manage to. It was far too tight and was certainly cutting off Anna's circulation. She unlocked it so that she could try again, and heard another sound from Anna. A sigh. She seemed somewhat disappointed. "Sorry," Elsa answered, not sure if she was apologizing for making it too tight or for taking it off, "I didn't want you to lose circulation."

"It's okay," Anna replied, turning her head to look over her shoulder. Her cheeks were also reddened. Had she really been enjoying that? She noticed the matching blush on the blonde's cheek and grinned. "Maybe we can practice some more later with my handcuffs," she offered. Her eyes widened, she had not meant to say that out loud.

Elsa blinked in response, but slowly nodded.

Anna stared at her. "Wait, was that a yes? I – You're gay?"

Elsa nodded again, returning her focus to the handcuffs, desperate to not draw attention to their conversation. "Yes, how exactly have you missed that? I've barely taken my eyes off of you for the past month," she muttered, only loud enough for Anna to hear. This time there was enough space for two fingers between the metal and the flesh. She double locked them.

"So," Anna began, wishing she could fiddle with her hair, but unable to with her hands firmly secured behind her back. Not that she was complaining, she was quite fond of her current predicament, particularly with the tall blonde standing over her. "Wanna come over after we get off?" She winked to suggest a double entendre.

"I would love that," Elsa confirmed, as she waved over one of the instructors to inspect her handcuffing job.

The instructor checked the spacing on the cuffs, and quickly approved then went off to examine the performances of the other students. Now it was Anna's turn.

Anna stood behind Elsa, smirking, her hands on her cuffs. She was going to enjoy this. She confidently strode towards the older girl, and Elsa's hands were promptly in handcuffs. The redhead tugged gently on the cuffs, barely pulling them into Elsa's skin. She watched as the blonde's eyes glazed over just the slightest bit, her breath catching. She leaned forward and whispered into her victim's ear "You like that, don't you?"

Elsa gasped in response, her mind racing. Did she like this? It was so strange.

Anna waved over to an instructor to indicate that she was done, and the conversation ended. Elsa would have to wait until later to find out the answer to their mutual question.

~o~

When they finished class, Elsa followed Anna's car back to her place. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Sleeping with a classmate was a terrible idea. She considered turning around, but that seemed like an even worse idea, and she had to admit, she really wanted to see how far Anna was going to take this.

She pulled in to the driveway behind Anna in front of a single story house. "This is your place?" Elsa asked. She only had a studio apartment.

"Yeah, my parents left it to me. Though I've made some renovations since." She winked at Elsa, Elsa was not entirely sure why.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know about your parents."

"I'd be very concerned if you did," she laughed, leading Elsa inside. "Don't worry about it."

Elsa found herself in a small kitchen. Two hallways led to opposite ends of the house. A door off to the side seemed to have Anna's attention, as she glanced at it furtively while she walked to the fridge. "Did you want anything to drink?" she offered, indicating the open fridge door, and an assortment of water bottles, beers, and juices.

"Water would be great," Elsa replied, her nervousness finally taking the place of her fear. She clearly wasn't backing out, so what exactly was she here to do? Surely Anna didn't really mean – what she'd implied.

Anna produced two water bottles from the fridge, and sat down at the table, offering Elsa a seat. "So, what are you into?" she asked, her nervous smile matching Elsa's.

"Oh, I read a lot. I love Fyodor Dovstoyevsky's work, and Simone de Beauvoir is a personal hero of mine," Elsa explained, feeling more comfortable now that she was on a familiar topic.

Anna blinked at her. "That wasn't what I meant. I mean you sure seemed to rather enjoy handcuffing me earlier, and don't think I didn't notice how your breath caught when I returned the favor. What all are you into? How do you identify?"

"How do I identify? I told you I'm gay."

Anna stared. "You're not into BDSM? I mean, I just assumed you had to be. No one else in that room seemed to be getting all hot and flustered from the handcuffs. You've never done it before?"

"I used fluffy handcuffs with an ex-girlfriend once, that was it," Elsa answered, confusion clear on her face. So Anna really had meant it.

A wicked grin crossed Anna's face. "Would you like to find out what you're into?"

Elsa gasped. That was a strange reaction. Obviously she should say no, what was she even thinking considering that proposition. She nodded.

Anna grinned, and grabbed Elsa by the hand, leading her to the door she'd glanced at before. "This is going to be so much fun!" She opened the door, leading them down a narrow staircase to what Elsa could only describe as a dungeon. "Told you I had some remodeling done." There was soundproofing and all windows were blacked out, while strange chairs, crosses, and swings decorated the room. There was even a rack full of various instruments of torture.

"Are you going to kill me?" Elsa asked.

"Wow, you really are vanilla," Anna laughed, not even taking offense at the remark. "But really, who would kill someone in their police academy class? They'd be caught instantly. So, anything look fun? If you think you're more into topping, then you're gonna be pretty limited in toys, I'm not letting you beat me with something you don't know how to use or that could really hurt me."

Elsa took another look around. Everything still looked rather macabre, but she was starting to think of ways that the items could be used for fun. There were also a number of sex toys among the furniture and weapons. "What do you mean?" she questioned, not quite ready to give any sort of answer.

"I could just pick something if you'd like, and we could start out light, see what all you enjoy before we get to anything more intense. You seemed pretty into handcuffs, so you might like some more bondage stuff, but I completely understand if you don't trust me enough for that."

A surge of whimsy entered Elsa as she gathered her confidence. Well, when in Rome. "Like you said, if anything happened, you'd be the obvious suspect. Okay, tie me up."

Anna grinned wickedly at Elsa. "I would love to." She summoned all of her restraint, Elsa was still new, she couldn't go as all out as she wanted to. "Do you want your clothes on or off?"

"What fun would it be dressed?" Elsa asked, finally starting to be something resembling comfortable with her current situation. Maybe this really would be fun. Besides, she'd been wanting Anna for weeks, and if this is what it took to get her, it would be worth it. She tore off the t-shirt to reveal the grey sports bra underneath. Anna admired her body, and started to approach.

"Is it okay if I touch you now?" Anna double-checked. She was still somewhat concerned that Elsa might frighten and bolt at any minute.

"You don't want to at least wait until my bra is off?" Elsa teased, sliding the bra over her head and tossing it to the floor next to her shirt. This was a whole different creature than the scared officer-in-training that had walked through Anna's front door. "You're welcome to though. Not sure how you'd tie me up otherwise."

Anna crossed the remaining few feet to her play partner. Her hands found soft flesh and teased it. Elsa let out a low moan and Anna soon found herself silencing it with her own lips. This was unlike her, she never kissed the girls she was playing with unless they were already dating. Elsa had just seemed so irresistible. Elsa heatedly returned the kiss, her lips yielding to Anna's tongue, and her own meeting it. They stayed like that for a long moment, savoring each other's taste and feel, enjoying the sensation of the unfamiliar lips and tongue.

Anna continued to knead Elsa's breasts as the kiss broke. Elsa giggled, her face flushed, as she began to pull down her pants. Soon, the sweats, her black panties, and her shoes were in a pile with the rest of her clothes, as she stood naked in the cold dungeon, Anna's hands warming her body.

Once Elsa let out another moan, Anna decided that it was time, and led her to a St. Andrew's cross. Elsa glanced at it worriedly, but Anna secured Elsa's right hand to the top right of the cross. "You want me facing it?" Elsa asked. "Seems like you wouldn't be able to have as much fun like that."

Anna smirked. It was a good thing she wasn't already Elsa's domme, she was verging awfully close to bratty territory. "I figured we'd try out a few impact play toys, if you're not up for that, we could just stick with sensation play, but I wasn't planning on doing anything more –" she struggled for a word, "intimate until later, if you still wanted to."

Elsa took in a shaky breath. This was all far too much for her, but she wanted to try more, she wanted to see what all Anna had to offer her, what new experiences she could explore with the beautiful redhead. "Okay. Just, start off gently, okay?"

"Of course. Okay, if you want me to stop, say 'red,' if you're good where I am, but don't want any rougher, then say 'yellow,'" Anna explained.

"Why wouldn't I just say 'stop' or 'just like that?'" Elsa asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"You'll be surprised the kind of things that are going to leave your mouth. It's good to have something you wouldn't normally say as a safe word, red is a pretty safe one. Sorry for the pun," she giggled as she finished securing Elsa to the cross, her arms and legs apart. Elsa felt exposed, her core bared to the cold air of Anna's dungeon.

She heard Anna moving about behind her, but she couldn't see anything. She tried to turn her head to look, but the way she was positioned wouldn't allow for any clearer of a view of the girl behind her. She heard soft footfalls as Anna approached again. She heard the crack of leather in its wielder's hand and tensed. She could still back out, all she had to do was say 'red,' but she realized that she wanted this. That Anna taking control, beating her, using her, it all sounded amazing. She relaxed.

The flogger struck her back. Elsa expected her ass. She'd also expected to scream in pain, she did, but it was contorted by ecstasy and arousal. "Too hard?" Anna asked. Elsa could hear the smirk in her voice.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back her response. It didn't make any sense, how could she possibly say it, this wasn't like her at all. "Harder!" she cried.

The flogger struck again, she felt the braids biting into her, she felt herself dampening as she moaned her arousal and her pain. "Anna..." she whimpered. It cut into her again, her vision tunneled, all there was in the entire world was Anna, Elsa, and that flogger.

Elsa lost count of the blows, as her back, ass, and thighs were pelted. She lost almost all sense of self as she faded into a zone of pure pleasure, the pain barely even registering. After a time, she came to, with Anna's hand on her face, looking down into her eyes. She'd been taken down from the cross and hadn't even noticed that she'd fallen into the redhead's arms. "Elsa?" Anna asked soothingly, teal eyes radiating warmth.

"Mmm," Elsa murmured and nuzzled against the arm nearest her.

"I want to kiss you," Anna admitted, feeling guilty for taking advantage of someone in subspace, but unable to stop the words from escaping her lips.

Elsa feebly lifted her head up to the other woman's, and found her lips. Anna hesitated for a brief instant but kissed back forcefully, pulling the blonde closer to her. She bit at Elsa's lower lip gently, then soothed it with another kiss. "Do you think you're done for the night?" she asked, her lips inches away from the older girl's. Elsa didn't look like she could handle much more.

Glazed over blue eyes looked up at her longingly. "I want more," she breathed. Anna was impressed.

Anna cleared her throat, trying to maintain her dominant presence. "What more would you like?"

"Whatever you would like to give me, ma'am," Elsa pleaded, her voice high with need.

Anna hadn't even told her to call her that. She felt an urge welling up within her for more, to hear Elsa plead for her 'mistress,' but she wasn't willing to try for that yet, she barely knew Elsa, she wasn't going to start trying to turn a fun little fling into something serious. She thought of using one of her whips, or the sex machine she'd bought recently, but all she could think was how badly she wanted to let Elsa please her. "I'm going to take off my clothes, and you're going to get on your knees and eat me out, understood, slut?" She hoped that wasn't too far, she hated pushing newbies, it had just slipped out.

Elsa nodded and waited. Anna released her, and she promptly dropped to her knees. Anna smirked, she hadn't meant to break her in that well already. This was going to be fun. Anna was still wearing her sweats and t-shirt from earlier, she hadn't thought to change into anything sexier, she'd been too excited. She pulled off her clothes and tossed them into another pile besides Elsa's.

Elsa only watched, waiting patiently. She wasn't going to do anything until she was told. She would be a good girl. When Anna was finally naked, she gave Elsa a look that could only be read as permission to proceed. Elsa crawled over until her face was buried against the small patch of curly red hairs. This at least, she knew how to do.

She lapped her tongue at the edges, tasting her already soaked domme. Teasing the lips with her tongue, Elsa explored every inch of lips. She felt a hand go to her shoulder for support, as the woman above her shuddered. She took the folds into her mouth and sucked on them gently, eliciting a moan from somewhere overhead. Soon she lost herself in her work, savoring the taste. Eventually, she lightly teased the bundle of nerves with her tongue, causing another hand to fall to her shoulders as its owner bucked against her face, smearing wetness on her nose and cheeks. Satisfied with the reaction, Elsa began sucking on Anna's clit, gently at first, then harder, until almost all of Anna's weight was being put on her for support. Realizing that she was close to coming, Elsa redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking at Anna's clit like a piece of candy, desperate to please her, desperate to give the entirety of herself to her.

Elsa felt Anna climax in her mouth, as she collapsed against her, panting and sighing with pleasure. "Good girl," Anna moaned. "That was amazing." Anna felt the blonde nuzzle against her crotch and giggled. "I won't say no to more, but you can get up."

Once she was on her feet again, Elsa glanced nervously at Anna, subconsciously bowing her head slightly to appear shorter than the redhead. "I loved that. I loved tonight, all of it. I had no idea," she cried. "All I want is to please you, to serve you." She could scarcely believe the words that were leaving her mouth. Was she even the same person that had walked down these stairs however long ago? Even time had lost all meaning to her. All she wanted was to please Anna.

Anna smirked. "Are you sure?"

"I don't know what to expect from it. All I know is that I want to be yours."

Anna took a step towards the good little sub, taking her hand in her own. "Then you can be. Would you like me to be your mistress?"

Elsa blinked at her, not quite understanding the difference.

Anna smiled warmly down at the blonde. "A domme isn't quite so... complete. If I'm your mistress, you would be my slave. I would own you. It wouldn't be for a scene, or for the occasional fun. It's why I normally wouldn't ask it so early, and really shouldn't be asking it now, I just can't seem to stop myself from thinking of it." She never moved this fast, with anyone. It was a terrible idea. Being her mistress required trust, it was a thing you built up to. It wasn't something to be taken lightly, but one thought overrode all of her concerns: she wanted to own this girl, more than she had ever wanted anything before.

"I'd be your slave?" Elsa asked, testing the word on her tongue.

Anna nodded.

"Yes. I would love that!"

"Good girl," Anna grinned, trying to keep her excitement from showing. "Now go sit in that sex swing so I can have my turn."

Elsa did as her mistress commanded. She knew that meant something serious, that it was a commitment, but she couldn't imagine ever wanting anything more in her life as she sat in the swing, waiting for her own ministrations.

Anna dug into a box of toys, as Elsa leaned against the swing, waiting patiently, eager to find out what her mistress would produce. Anna's back was turned to her slave as the domme climbed into a harness. Even in the state of complete submission Elsa found herself in, a slight feeling of anticipation managed to creep in, while she watched Anna turn around to reveal the sizable strap-on she was now sporting.

Elsa squirmed in the swing as she watched Anna approach her. The lewd sounds of her movements let Anna know that she was going to have no trouble entering her slave. Soon, Elsa found her mistress standing mere inches away, the dildo pressing up against her core. A low whine echoed from her throat. She desperately needed to feel it inside of her, but Anna was only teasing her lips with it. Elsa felt the shaft press against her clit as it slid up her, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she released a faint shudder.

"Something you want?" Anna laughed.

"I want to feel it inside me," Elsa admitted.

"Oh do you now, pet? Beg for it."

Shoving back a hint of hesitation, Elsa gave into her command. "Please mistress, I want you to fuck me so badly, please put it in me!"

"That's better," the redhead sighed, as she harshly thrust the strap-on into the eager core of her slave. Elsa moaned and bucked against her as it entered. Anna thrust into her again and again, prompting screams of ecstasy from the blonde.

"Oh God!" Elsa cried. "I'm getting close."

"Don't come," Anna growled. "Not until I give you permission."

"But, but mistress!" she pleaded. "Please, I don't think I can hold it back, I need to!"

"Not without permission, my slave. Be a good girl."

She snarled, tears welling up in her eyes, as she tried to keep herself from falling over the edge. She was convinced that every thrust into her would be her last, but she managed to resist. She would obey. She would make her mistress happy.

"Come for me," Anna demanded.

It was the most intense orgasm of Elsa's life. Every part of her body shook, her clit practically vibrating with each wave that emanated out from her core. It felt like it went on for minutes, if not hours. She awoke being held to her mistress's chest, as warm hands ran through her hair. "My good girl," a voice said in her ear. Elsa felt truly home, she had found where she belonged. She was Anna's.