Leah reached to rub her eyes, but realized her hands were cuffed, her ankles too and a heavy collar around her neck. She laid back down on the mattress and exhaled, her Friday ritual had begun. She was still in her outfit she left the house in, and she could feel the moisture building inside her cheap, faux-leather panties. She looked to her left and her heart stopped. There was a woman stripped down to her bra and panties, but that wasn’t what caused the change in her heartbeat – it was the fact it was her manager, Jessica.
Mistress Michelle walked into the room in the same way she did every Friday, leather-clad from head to toe. She clearly had a strap-on harness in her left hand as she knelt down close to Leah.
“So dear, we have a little situation here. Usually I thoroughly vet all of our weekend guests to make sure they’re ready for what to expect,” she said in a sensual tone. “But your friend here would have created a problem if I didn’t do something, so now she’s part of our game.”
She unlocked the leg irons and placed the strap on around Leah’s waist, running her fingers inside her cheap, black panties and tasting the juices from her dripping pussy.
“You taste so much sweeter when you’re truly scared,” said her Mistress as she licked her fingers clean. “Just wait until you fuck your boss.”
She explained to her that she was going to make Jessica a slave to her too, and it all started with waking her to the new reality.
Leah crawled over to the still lifeless body of her manager, she reached down and softly rubbed her clit through her panties. As she continued to rub, she noticed she was beginning to bite her lip, and push her hips towards her. Mistress Michelle looked on as she moved on to using the tip of her modestly sized black to do the teasing. Suddenly, Jessica’s eyes started blinking, slow at first then much more rapidly as her brain tried to process what was happening to her.
“Leah? Leah, what the fuck?” She tried to find words as she became aware of her surroundings. “What is going on? Where are we? Are we in jail?”
Mistress Michelle rose from her seat, stood up and walked across the room clearly making her presence felt.
“I’ll be answering the question, as this slut belongs to me,” Mistress Michelle stood over the two women as she spoke. “This is how she spends each weekend, in my dungeon, and I’ve chosen to invite you too. When I say it’s over, I let her go back to her boring life until I bring her back again. She never knows what I have in store, but knows that when the sun disappears on a Friday evening, so does her freedom – and now yours too.”
She could clearly tell that Jessica was trying to make sense of the words she was saying, and also the fact that her weekday subordinate was knelt between her thighs wearing a strap on cock.
“What do I need to do? What if I don’t want to do this?” Jessica continued to ask questions to her captor. “What if I don’t want to play this game?”
“Well dear, I’ll make you a deal,” Mistress stared at her intently as she spoke. “If you don’t want to play this ‘game’ then you can say so right now; and I will unlock you, give you your clothes and call you an Uber – and YOU will never speak of this again.
Jessica swallowed hard as she prepared to respond, but couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but somehow the words came out, “and what’s my other option?”
“Good choice,” Mistress purred and then her demeanor changed. “Your other option is that you take the 10 inches from that slut dying to tear you up like the piece of fuckmeat you are, and then you become the lowest slave in my home where you will spend every weekend from now on. Is that what you choose, FUCKmeat?”
She thought about it for about a second before nodding her head affirmatively. Mistress Michelle smiled and looked towards her other slave, she leaned in close and spit on the cock she was wearing over her faux leather undergarments. ‘I better hear her scream’ said her Mistress as she stood up, and walked across the room, returning with her chair.
Without saying a word, Leah slid Jessica’s panties to the side and thrust her cock inside – she had never gotten to be the one on this side of the strap on before, only the fuckmeat herself. She was intent on doing whatever it took to make her Mistress happy, and nothing else mattered. The screams of her office boss alternated between pain and pleasure before the two became completely intertwined. Jessica’s hips bucked back against the thrusting cock, pushing it deeper inside her each time and it was clear a massive orgasm was building inside her. Finally as Leah felt she had done enough with the cock, she violently pulled out, letting the soaking wet toy slap against both of their thighs; she then used her hand to ferociously rub her clit pushing her to the edge and then right past it. She couldn’t believe the way that Jessica’s pussy exploded when she came as she had never seen a woman gush so many delicious juices from a single orgasm. Jessica laid back on the mattress and seemed to be waiting for her partner to collapse on top of her.
“Clean her, with your tongue,” Mistress Michelle snapped seemingly ending Jessica’s dream of post-fuck cuddles. “And when you’re done, do it again – you have five minutes.”
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