It’s a rainy Saturday morning, none of us have anywhere to go. One of those perfectly dreary days, made for staying in and indulging one another in every depraved way.
You call us into the living room to present ourselves to you. You and Angel banter back and forth; her sass and your threats a familiar backdrop to our days together.
You step into her, using your height to intimidate her.
“Stop talking. And present yourself to me. Now”, your command sends a bolt of electricity to my pussy, even when not directed at me.
I watch the defiance leave her immediately as she complies with alacrity. She turns her back to you and lowers herself to the floor in the space directly in front of you. She gets on all fours first and then continues to lower her chest to the floor, resting her head on her forearms. Her knees are spread wide, her two big toes touching.
Her bare pussy is already slick with her desire for you. She tries to stifle the whimper that escapes her throat at her willing vulnerability. Seeing her this way causes my pulse to pick up and my own pussy moistens further.
“Good girl”, again the purr of your deep voice nearly undoes me. “You too, Princess. Down.”
I sink into position with a practiced ease. My body is pressed lightly against Angel’s. This is how you like us: your double bent twins.
First comes inspection. You take your time, standing over us, exploring us with your eyes and then your hands. Chuckling as we moan in stereo for you.
“My wanton sluts,” again your only answers are our noises of contentment and excitement.
Next comes the anal hooks. You play with my pussy as you lube my asshole. Your fingers slide easily into both of my holes. I am accustomed to being used by you at this point.
“Relax, baby. Open for me,” your voice is low, close to my ear. Warm, tingly vibrations run down my spine as I obey your command. The hook presses into me. There is a momentary flash of pain and then the discomfort of total intrusion. I am panting as you secure the rope connected to the hook in a knot around my throat.
My pussy clenches again and again, wishing it was as full as my ass. I lay there writhing, every whimper and moan from Angel as you ply her with same treatment causing a frisson of desire to run through me.
“Such an obedient anal slut you’ve become, Angel,” there is dark laughter in your voice. She whines in response but offers no other protest. It’s so amusing to see the way you’ve broken her to your will.
Next you insert remote-controlled vibrators into both of our slippery pussies, securing them so they won’t come out when you finally let us up. You send a couple of testing jolts through the toys, chuckling as we respond with moans.
The final piece for me is my muzzle.
“Up on your knees, sweetness.” I struggle to obey, the fullness of my bottom holes making it difficult to follow your instructions. When I manage to get myself into the proper position, you secure the leather muzzle into place. I bite down on the ball as the leather wraps around the lower half of my face and you do up the corseted closure at the back of my head and neck.
For Angel, the last adornment is a ring gag that stretches her lips lewdly. Little droplets of drool slip from her lips immediately and onto her ample titties.
“My perfect girls,” you say as you look over your work and your property. You pet us both affectionately before helping us to our feet.
You kiss the front of my gag where my lips would be. And with a hard slap to my ass, that drives the hook deeper into me, you send me on my way to complete my chores.
You lead Angel to the couch and put her back on her knees. You settle on the couch in front of her. You pull your already rigid dick from you underwear. And without any more preamble, you grab your Angel by the hair and sink your dick to the hilt into her messy mouth
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11mb8hw/saturday_morning_submission_mff_triad_masterslave
Can’t wait for part 2