For the celebration of Southbend's liberation, Ty Lee had made Korra yet another new dress. It was made of a sparkling blue fabric like thousands of tiny sapphires. It covered more leg than her others, but the neckline was far from modest and it seemed Ty Lee had challenged herself to find the exact moment when a backless dress became an ass-less dress and stopped just short of it. Crowning the assembly was a newly forged set of hair adornments, matching golden armbands, and a beautiful choker adorned with rubies.

Korra stood for a long time in front of the mirror, taking in the whole outfit on her body for the first time. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her reflection and been so pleased. "Do you think I could marry Ty Lee as well, mistress?" Korra called towards the bath chamber.

The empress responded with a warm chuckle. "I don't see why not. I certainly won't be jealous." Asami turned around in the bath and rested her head on her hands. "May I see?" Korra crossed to the bath chamber and looked lovingly into her mistress' eyes. Asami bit her lip and spun a finger, instructing her to turn on the spot. Korra winked and did so, letting her have a good long look. "Maybe I should call off the party. Right now all I can think about is how much I want you alone."

"Hmhm!" Korra leaned down for a long loving kiss. It broke slowly with lips only just slipping away from each other and eyes staying drooped and tender.

Asami lightly stroked her cheek and said "Check in on Katara for me? I'll be out in a minute."

"Mmmyes mistress. Shall I adjust her predicament at all?"

"No need, our beloved seamstress will in a short while." The empress gave her chin one last loving stroke before turning back around in the water and Korra entered Katara's quarters.

As soon as the door opened the sweet familiar sounds of vibrator's mechanical buzzing mingled with Katara's muffled moans of pleasure flooded out. Her arms and legs had been bound tightly together with an adhesive wrap around her wrists and ankles, leaving her laid straight as an arrow on her bed. She'd been blindfolded and gagged with a bit, and in such a position was unable to escape the vibrating toys embedded in her womanhood and up her ass. Eventually she stopped trying to and writhed now more out of instinct than conscious desire. "Doing all right in here I hope?" Korra chimed.

Katara turned toward the familiar voice and let loose a weak string of whimpers. "Hrrrm! Hhhhhuuuuuhn!" Even if it was only for the duration of her current predicament, her defiance and fire had been lost to endless orgasms. All she could manage was a muffled plea for relief. Korra couldn't help but admire her mistress' work. Now she knew what Asami had seen as she'd slowly and carefully worn down years of repression to awaken her desires.

"I'll be tied up right next to you if I turn off mistress' toy. As much fun as that would be, I have other plans." Korra strutted over and took a luscious handful of Katara's breast, inciting a fresh whimper of pleasure and overstimulation. "Don't worry, Ty Lee will keep you company. I'm sure it'll be a fun evening."

"Evhnh!?" Katara whined.

Korra hummed yes and gently draped herself over her companion. "Just think about how every orgasm brings you one step closer to lying at mistress Asami's feet with me where you belong, I'm sure that'll speed things up." Katara tugged at her bonds and moaned, the movement causing a small droplet to glide from her mouth down over her cheek.

Korra sighed as warm skin fresh from the bath pressed against her bare back and the familiar scent of Asami's hair permeated the air. "Had enough?" she teased.

"Yrrs! Plls msstrss!" Katara cried.

"Mmm, I think she's earned a little break. Don't you?" Asami cooed.

"She does need to be ready for more when Ty Lee gets here," Korra replied. Asami reached down and clicked both vibrators off. Katara relaxed and panted, sweet relief washing over her. The empress bit her lip and carefully undid the ballgag.

"Now, what do you say, slave?" Asami cooed.

"Thaaahaaa…thank you mistress," Katara sighed. Asami met Korra's eyes and they shared a look. They could both hear it in her tone. Thanking her for such merciless pleasure was only just on the side of being trained rather than of her own volition. Asami carefully cut her bonds and let her stretch out and relax.

"Rest well Katara, you'll be needing your strength. Dinner will be brought for you in a few minutes." Asami kissed Korra's cheek and returned to their shared bedchamber. Korra took one last look at her companion, she could see the ghost of a smile behind her panting. She leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the earlobe and then left the way she came in.

The celebration was as lavish as had been seen in the imperial palace before. Wine flowed, instruments sang, Opal and her fellows danced on a small stage around a central banquet. The empress spoke to someone here and there as she needed to. None commented sourly on the nature of her companion, perhaps since she lacked her collar. Neither of them cared, she was the empress, this was her home and her celebration.

When at last the long line of bows and hand grasps was finished, Asami lead Korra to the dance floor and brought her in close. "Forgive me for keeping you here, but it was the only way I could show you what you were hiding," she whispered.

Korra rested her head on her breast. "Mmm."

"Consider my last immutable bonds removed. You may leave and return as you please. I imagine you have a few things from home you'd like to collect and more than a few people you'd like to explain your absence to."

Korra looked up at her. Her smile was both soft and genuine. Korra returned it and said "Thank you mistress."

Asami stroked her cheek with her thumb. "All I have ever wanted is for you to be mine because you wanted to be."

Korra nuzzled her hand. "I am yours mistress Asami. Forever."

The empress would eventually extend the same kindness to Katara, after she was certain that she too had indeed willingly given herself over. In the end the Resplendant Red Queen sat comfortably on her throne with three lovely slave girls beside her, leashes curled around her hand. Korra and Katara kept their weapons carefully concealed and ready to protect their mistress. Each night they fell asleep together, Korra and Asami trading one special extra kiss and an affirmation of love.

So did she reign so long as she lived.

The End.