A subtle wave of his left hand commanded Hannah to stay put when her need to please naturally had her starting to say she'd get the shot glasses. It wasn't Connor's job to do that and it was her privilege, her happiness. During her reading she'd learned that there were a lot of different kinds of submission and submissives, not that any of them were absolute. There was something Connor called the No True Scotsman principle that Hannah didn't quite understand but he told Hannah that all she had to be was what he wanted and what felt right to her, in that specific order. In a way it was a lot like love languages and Hannah understood those super good. She was, or mainly was, a service submissive and while she knew Connor wouldn't have ordered her not to do it so as to hurt Hannah's feelings she still felt like it was wrong. Anxious eyes followed him as he left but Jessi soon dragged them back her way.<br/><br/>Being around Jessi was like standing in the entryway of a building downtown on a windy day; you just got pushed and pulled and spun in circles and things flew around you all chaotically and there wasn't anything you could do about it but hang on. Soon she was taking off her outfit to reveal the bikini underneath. Connor had given her two days and a budget to find one that 'showed her submission'.<br/><br/>Etsy was her savior! A blue bikini but the artists had sort of embroidered a rope pattern on it. It seemed cute and decorative until and unless you knew a little bit then it was obvious that the pattern formed a karada, obviously missing between bottom and top but it was there and so perfect! If you knew you knew and if you didn't you didn't. She'd also gotten the artist to make the connector between the two halves metal andthe same gauge and color as her eternity collar. Unlike Jessi's though the bikini top was heavily padded and when it came off it was clear Hannah struggled between a AA and an A, a whole alphabet beneath Jessi's perfect DDs.<br/><br/>When Connor returned Hannah was flushed from the neck up and it was not just the heat of the water. Perhaps he suspected what had happened or maybe he was just being Connor but another hand signal made her eyes widen, then widen again when he repeated it. Here? In front of -<br/><br/>Connor's look compelled compliance and hinted she might be in trouble for delayed obedience, the same as disobedience in their relationship dynamic. The built in seat let her pull her legs up under her into a kneel and Hannah's body rose higher out of the water. Under the bubbling, frothy surface her hands were hidden but they were on her thighs, palm down, and her shoulders were back causing her breasts, tiny as they were, to arch as if she was showing off for Jessi.<br/><br/>Already flushed the pink embarrassment in her cheeks was masked.<br/><br/>"Connor?" she asked, head up but her eyes down, "would - co - would that be okay? Would you like that?" Hannah really didn't want to, felt like something was going on above her that she couldn't understand. Jessi was just so - so - so aggressively sexual or something. Or super confident in a way that reminded Hannah of how Connor was but it was all mixed up because Jessi was a girl and Hannah didn't have a thing for girls.<br/><br/>Did she? Jessi's hands had felt good despite being sinfully shameful and she'd touched Hannah in a way Connor never had. It was so different, softer but more arousing and - God! What was wrong with her! She belonged to Connor and needed him to tell her what to do so she could lose herself in the safety of his control and approval.