Oh, Ellie likes that.

She curls up to watch Fay and wait for Anathema to join her.

Fay stays perfectly still, though she's breathing a bit deeply, skin flushing and prickling.

Anathema joins Ellie soon enough, sliding onto the love seat beside her and kissing her wife. "What a pretty toy we have," she murmurs, just loud enough for Fay to hear.

"Quiet and obedient, too."

Soft, deep breath.

"So, dear wife of mine. Do you have the notes?"

"Of course, darling," she says, giving Ellie a probably unnecessarily audible kiss and taking the notes out with a prolonged rustling of papers.

Tickle kiss.

She giggles wildly, kissing back.

Hee hee.

"Hmmm... So, we should identify activities before we build an itinerary I think, which means sorting the experiments..."

"On multiple axes. Pain versus pleasure, internal versus external..."

(Soft whining moan.)

"Applied magically or physically..."

"Let us begin, then. Don't forget to supplement the descriptions with your own experiences."

"Of course, dear..."

Their notes are currently organized chronologically. Anathema goes through each one with possibly agonizing (to Fay) slowness, commenting quite extensively and making notes on a separate paper for categorizing the experiments. She comments a few times on new variants to try - a lot of the experiments Ellie did to Anathema used purely magic, but Anathema thinks you could substitute in a tool or just your hands for some of these... Which is something Anathema's very interested in doing.

"I'd especially like to feel her pulse under my hands as I squeeze," she comments when they get to the appropriate part, voice idle but grin at Fay wicked.

Whine.

(Fay isn't exactly moving, but, well - it's up to Ellie if small, muffled wiggles and fingers pressing harder into her thighs count.)

"Feel it... jump like a little rabbit."

"Bet it'll pound harder and faster the longer you press... Though you'd have to be careful not to press so hard you cut off circulation."

Mmmmmnnnnn.

(Carefully deep breaths, small not-quite-squirming shiver.)

"With a little care and tenderness, I think that's an issue I can work around."

"Caution's very important... A nice, loving touch... Almost a gentle embrace."

"Speaking of, I think next was - mmm, yeah, that slashing spell..."

It hadn't drawn any blood or done any real damage, but Anathema sure felt like she was being carved up, and she describes the sensations with relish. 

Then: "We'll have to be pretty careful - though maybe not tender - but I really want to transfigure some pretty knives for this."

Sharp, gasping moan. (Or, well, as best as she can gasp around her gag. She's definitely salivating a good bit.)

"Oh, I'd like to see you with some pretty knives. All nice and shiny and slowly getting smeared up..."

"I'd definitely want to strip down before getting those out, in case of blood splatter. Anti-stain spells aren't very nice to fabric."