ENTER THE DEPTHS
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She really, really
didn't like how this kimono felt on her. It was giving her various thoughts, and when she looked up at mirja, those thoughts only grew. That wolf, she was always one to keep her wanting more, giving her just a small slice of desire, only to tease and tantalize her about more. It was a vicious cycle, one that Ceal would fawn over for days, for weeks. Closing her eyes, she sniffed the meal that was to be prepared for her. It was a wondrous scent, one both herbal, but hearty as well. She idly wondered if there was anything that was explicitly spanish about this dish, those seasonings and such likely in more abundance around these parts. ”Uh, yes! I can tell that you like to cook. It smells wonderful, I never knew you were such an accomplished culinarian, It's... frankly it's amazing. It makes me want to cook for you more, though you know. Like you, cooking brings me happiness, especially if it is for someone important to me~ And... as for this kimono.. well, does it have to have this sort of inside? It makes me a bit... restless, for.. for obvious reasons,”
She said, still squirming and fidgeting in place.
However, Ceal decided to dismiss the topic of cooking. Mirja did have a point at least for these following weeks. So, with a flushed face, Ceal sat down at the table gently, looking up to Mirja with a suggestive expression that she didn't even mean to have, it was just a depiction of her overall state of... restlessness, she had at the time. Once the plate was laid out in front of her, Ceal clapped her hands together for a small prayer before tentatively digging into the food. It was absolutely smashing. As she ate, the wondered on what was to come of these two weeks, rigorous strength and endurance training was a no-brainer but Mirja... she had, well... “Unique” ways of persuasion.”N-No invading for me, then. I don't want everyone seeing my behind...”
Two Weeks Later, Sunday
Midday, 62 Degrees F
Mirja's Country Home
She was right, of course. She was always right about the levels of torment Mirja was capable of, or were at least always surprised as they went further down. Ceal was trained in several feats. Weights for strength, long walks carrying heavy items -complete with a pony tack- for both strength and endurance, long spats of meditation to gather one's energy. Every single day Ceal was pushed to her limits, she was pushed beyond them in very few sessions, those being heavily monitored and controlled, so Ceal wasn't liable to hurt herself and make that entire exercise bomb for no reason. There was very tentative workouts daily, typically from sun up, to sun down.
Every day, Ceal would lay in bed, completely and entirely exhausted to the point that as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was done. Out like a light. Of course Mirja also prepared meals throughout the day every day. It was something she really did seem to take pride in, something that she genuinely enjoyed. Ceal would just resign herself to watching Mirja work sometimes, all while smiling the whole time. The more time she spent with Mirja, the longer time that she appreciated her. It was easy to feel something negative when Ceal witnessed how quickly she had grown in power. But with this, Ceal felt, well... at ease. She wanted Mirja to gain her power back as much as the next guy. Especially her legs even. She even wanted to actively help with this endeavor, but, it was like... With this having now affected Mirja, she felt different. She felt.. changed. There felt like there was more to Mirja now than there was then. It only made Ceal fall for her more than before.
But, those were thoughts for another time.
Right now, Ceal was currently re-trying the Devil's 88. It was a midday sunday, and just like before Mirja was watching Ceal run the track. She would note how Ceal had changed, how she'd gotten faster, and was able to go far longer with smaller effort. She was already on lap 72. Other than having a pink face, and a sweating body, Ceal felt fairly strong right now. She didn't have the familiar pain in her muscles yet from such trek, even past the 3 hours it had taken her to get this far. She was nearly done, in record time at that, at least for her.
With Ceal's hair up in a ponytail she continued to run, she thought about the last two weeks as she ran, nearly losing track of the laps she'd been on since she started a few times. She guessed that was easy to do when you become so engrossed in one's own little world. Ceal even thought about one day in particular, Mirja and her had went out, down to the small town here in spain that was closest to Mirja's house. It was likely there where she went to get groceries. She had taken Ceal in not just anything, but that very self-same kimono she had been fretting about just some days ago! It was something of a magical venture, to say the least. Mirja knew just how worked up that kimono got her, and decided to take her around in it as a "date" of sorts.
Ceal's face that entire time was flushed from both reasons. The very fact that she was taken out like this caused her heart to well up with emotion, and then there was the fact that this Kimono was specially made to bring out agony and sexual frustration pushed it even further. She struggled to keep up with her, she would sometimes have to stop to rest, but when Ceal could rush up to the wolf and hug her arm, latching onto her... it more than made up for her sinister sadism streak.
This day wasn't nearly as hot as the day when they first started. It was a cool fall day at least, so Ceal had some of the finest weather to her. She loved the fall, and loved that crisp, cool air.