They're noooooot. They're in Isabella's apartment and Isabella is surrounded by nothing but her own possessions and she can do what she likes.

As far as Sadde's concerned she can always do what she likes.

This is a correct opinion for Sadde to hold and she should be rewarded for her accuracy.

Ee! Sadde likes being correct and rewarded for it.

Then Sadde will have a marvelous couple of hours.

Will they eventually get to the queen size bed?

That's one of the surfaces in this apartment, yes.

She loves her dom. Very very much.

Good. Her dom loves her back.

And after all of the surfaces have been tested: "I'm starving. We're going out for dinner and you may choose between ramen, burgers, Chinese, and weirdo vegan food."

"...what's weirdo vegan food?"

"Fake tuna salad, lentil curry, imitation duck, they've got a variety."

"I am actually tempted."

"I didn't put it on the list because I hate the place."

"I mean I'm more tempted because you called it 'weirdo' than anything, it's just so my style..."

"Is that your pick, then?"

"Yep."

"All right. Go get dressed," says Isabella, punctuating this remark with a swat to Sadde's rear.

She giggles and goes to do so with a "Yes, ma'am" and more than a little bit of... the reverse of stripteasing, whatever that is.

"I was wondering if you'd pick that habit up again," clucks Isabella, pulling her own clothes on.

"If you want me to stop..."

"I didn't say that. Do go on."

She does! She must make her dom happy.

And she does!

And eventually they are both in clothes and Isabella puts Sadde on her new leash and leads her out.

Eeee new leash!

"Are there any other habits like that you'd like me to pick up?" she asks casually.

"Oh, I'll be sure to let you know if I think of any." Down goes the elevator.