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. And I fell in love with their stories. And something about them stood out to me more than just that idea of a collar around a neck. I asked for all the juicy details. I asked for them to go all out. I couldn't be happier. They went above and beyond, looking through my gallery to get ideas. Adding in details that I hadn't asked for that I've only mentioned about in descriptions. Durring my first read through I felt my heart skip a beat. I can't thank them enough.

I don't know how realistic it truly is. But it's real to me.

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And your teacher isn’t doing anything about it?” Lulu shook her head.\nWhat kind of school would let that persist? If such a bully was in her son’s classroom, she’d\nmake a point to speak with their parents. “Your fathers should have a talk with Tommy’s parents.\nBoys like him don’t grow up well unless taught better early.”\n“Oh, I have a plan.” The sheep grinned, “But I can’t do it until later this week. Since it’s a\nschool night.”\nIf she weren’t driving, Periwinkle would pat the little sheep on her black fluffy head.\n“Such a responsible girl. Your daddies would be so proud.”\nLulu blushed and giggled, humming happily to herself in her seat. Her smile soon faded\nas they exited the freeway early, drifting down the asphalt roads until they reached the local\ngroceries parking lot. “Um, why are we here?” She asked in confusion, “You’re supposed to\nbring me home.”\n“Well I just needed to take care of some grocery shopping first.”\n\n\f“Why didn’t you do that earlier? Periwinkle?” Her tone cut sharp into the back of her\nneck, making the violet bat feel awfully itchy again. “You had all day.” A small sadistic little grin\npropped up in the rearview mirror. “I have a lot of homework. I need to get it done right away.”\nHer chest burned, heart fluttering at the sound of Lulu’s seatbelt clicking against the wall\nas she unbuckled. “N-No, Lulu,” She stammered, trying to swallow as the sheep sifted through\nher bag. “It’s just, well cleaning took so long today and I didn’t have extra time to-”\n“Be quiet.” Periwinkle held her tongue upon command. A strip of leather was placed\naround her hands. “Put it on.” With stifled breathing and twitching hands, Periwinkle locked the\nstrip around her throat, calming her itch. “Good girl. Now, are you wearing panties?”\nPeriwinkle nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” She bit her lip, holding back any excuse for the little\nlamb. She learned early not to give any while wearing her precious collar. Lulu shook her head\nin disappointment, slipping between the seats until she sat in the passenger seat.\n“Take them off.” Periwinkle slipped underneath her clothes, unlocking her bra and\nawkwardly pulling it out so her tight nipples dragged against the cloth of her shirt. As the bat\npulled up her skirt for her panties, Lulu placed her hand against the special L on her right thigh.\n“What’s this mean?” She asked with a knowing smile.\n“It’s…” She gulped, face burning at the question, “It’s your insignia, Mistress.”\n“And what’s it mean, slave?”\n“T-That this bat belongs to you.”\nThe sheep grinned and pulled down Periwinkle’s shirt, letting her breasts breath only to\npinch at the tightened nipples. “That’s right. You’re a dirty old lady pervert who gave herself to a\ngirl younger than her son. Remember that day at the dungeon? Where you begged to be mine?”\nShe remembered it fondly. She and her husband had been frequent visitors to the local\ndungeon, but Lulu’s sudden surge in popularity caught her eye. At first she wanted to mother the\nlittle sheep, hide her from the darkness. But the more she tried, the more entrenched she\nbecame to Lulu’s whims, until she was begging to be hers for more than just a day. She bit\ndown at Periwinkle’s nipple, letting a soft squeal escape from her maw. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”\n“Repeat what you said that day,” She ordered, crawling onto the older woman’s lap, “The\nwords you uttered before your husband.”\n“P-Please,” She gulped, “Please take this slutty old bat under your guidance. May she\nserve you well as a slave for now until you deem her unworthy of your presence.”\n“Bet your hubby loved that,” Lulu giggled, sitting up against the bat’s lap, “His penis did\nbounce when I had others use you that day.” Her lips embraced Periwinkle’s before the bat\ncould protest, but her memory of that night was clear. Robert, her husband, had enjoyed seeing\nthe entire dungeon use her, all for Mistress Lulu’s amusement. She wasn’t sure what about this\nlittle girl made her so weak, only that she melted at the commands and taste of her lamb\n\n\fmistress. “Take those panties off, chop chop.” Lulu slipped off and opened the glove box, pulling\nout an assortment of toys she’d prepped for any occasion. “If you’re going to shop, I might as\nwell remind you whose time you’re wasting. And I better not miss any of my cartoons.”\n“Yes, Mistress.” Periwinkle nodded, noting just how wet her panties were as she slid\nthem down her legs. Even with the punishment, she smiled. A good slave craved moments to\nmake their owner content.\nA soft breeze brushed past the fruit bat on her way inside, forcing her to hold the skirt\ndown, lest everyone see the vibes and plugs her mistress planted inside her. Lulu skipped along\nhappily, humming carefree as Periwinkle took a shopping cart inside. Immediately eyes were on\nher, employees and shoppers alike making her collar feel much tighter than she’d locked it.\nKnuckles grew white in her tight grip, her head cast down as she pushed deeper into the store.\n“I want chocolate milk.” Periwinkle nodded, adding it to the shopping list in her phone.\nLulu’s parents did say to keep her away from sweets, but she could give one or two little things.\n“Why are you getting spinach?” She asked, sticking her tongue out in disgust.\n“It’s healthy,” Periwinkle explained in as motherly a tone she could. Her little Joey had\nthe same distaste whenever she bought carrots, but she knew it was best for him to eat well.\n“I don’t like spinach.”\n“Well maybe yo-” She braced the cart as a buzz revved against her privates. The bullet\nvibe turning up underneath the tape holding it to her clit. Her legs shook with every gasp, the\npleasure building despite every voice inside her screaming no.\nThen it stopped. Lulu grinned, looking up with dark fuschia eyes. “No spinach. Unless\nyou want everyone to know you’re a perverted slut. Rather than just think it.” Periwinkle’s eyes\ndarted about, catching the stares, blushes, and tented loins of those passing by. Biting her lip,\nshe nodded and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.” Standing tall with her nipples no doubt piercing her\nshirt.\nShe kept a soft buzz through the store, raising it whenever the bat took too long to\ndecide between brands. The snack aisle, however, proved to be her most arduous challenge. “I\nwant poptarts,” Lulu demanded, increasing the buzz as Periwinkle passed the sugar-filled boxed\npastries.\n“No,” The bat struggled to say, dutifully whispering “Mistress,” after. The lamb frowned,\nturning the buzz higher too quickly for Periwinkle to react.\n“I. Want. Poptarts,” She growled. Periwinkle’s knees rested against the floor, heavily\nbreathing in the hopes of staying off orgasm. She wasn’t allowed one, not yet. “You’re being a\nbad slave,” Lulu grinned, turning up the vibrations to max and clasping the bat’s face. “Give me\na box of oreos and I’ll stop.”\n“I...I…” It hurt to speak between the moans and deep breaths, “I can’t...mistress.”\n\n\f“You’d rather let everyone know what a dirty whore you are?” Her grin grew wider,\nfingers digging deep into the violet bat’s chin. “How you’re a third grader’s personal bitch?”\nHer body gave in before the excuse could escape her. Lulu saw it coming, clamping both\nhands across the bat’s maw, muffling her while Periwinkle’s juices crawled down her leg and\ndripped onto the floor. The buzzing stopped soon after, with a disappointed sheep girl looking\ndown on the older bat. “You’re lucky no one was in this aisle, you stupid bitch.”\n“I’m sorry, mistress…” Tears matted her fear while shame filled her core, “Your fathers\ntold me to make sure you eat healthy.” She bowed her head, “Please, punish me as a slave, but\nnot as a parent. You may not be my daughter, but I want to keep you healthy.”\nNo cry or demand escaped the young sheep’s lips. Her gaze grew soft, hands bracing\nthe bat’s head in comfort. Periwinkle closed her eyes, expecting another punishment to come.\nShe’d take it all and more, willing to let the town think she was a pervert than dare feed her\nmistress an unhealthy diet.\n“Excuse me?” A new voice asked. Periwinkle turned, a chill crawling up at her spine at\nthe cow standing across from them. “Are you alright?”\n“She’s fine,” Lulu said, putting on her warmest face. “My sitter is just having a bit of a\ntummy ache. She’s better now, right?” With a wink from her mistress, the blushing bat nodded,\nwatching the cow walk off and silently praying she didn’t notice the puddle underneath the bat’s\nskirt. “We’re still getting chocolate milk.” Lulu pulled at her slave’s ear, “And you’re still being\npunished later. But…” With a groan, she mumbled underneath her breath, “My daddies know\nbest...so thanks. Now get up, I have cartoons to watch.”\nOne trip to the milk aisle later, and Periwinkle found herself at the cashier with everything\nshe needed. “You’re master must be really trusting,” said the plushy bear behind the counter.\n“Letting you go shopping like this with his kid.”\nPeriwinkle nodded, swearing that the teenager's gaze eyed her tenting nipples. “Yes, she\nis.”\n“Excuse me.” Lulu stepped behind the counter and tugged at the cashier’s apron, “Um,\nsomeone made a mess near the oreos. There’s a bunch of water there…weird water.”\nPeriwinkle hid her face on the way out.\n\n***\n\nPeriwinkle’s first order of business inside her mistress’s home was to strip naked. Slaves\ndid not wear clothes indoors unless permitted, leaving her bare breasts and shaved pussy\nexposed indoors. “My room after you put things away. Chop chop.” Not wanting to keep her\nmistress waiting, she set aside the evening meal and crawled up the steps to the little lamb’s\n\n\fabode. Her room was filled with fluffy heart pillows, cotton candy colored sheets, and stuffed\nanimals with nylon rope across their bodies for practice.\nLulu hummed atop her bed, crayons to paper with an image out of the bat’s eyesight.\nPeriwinkle crawled forward and placed her head to the floor, waiting patiently for her mistress’s\nattention. Attention she should be putting towards homework, but she held her tongue.\n“I didn’t give you permission to cum today.” Lulu hopped off the bed, softly landing\nagainst the white carpeted floors. “And you disobeyed my order. Even if my daddies said\notherwise, disobeying is disobeying. Open up.” Periwinkle’s teeth strained at the heavy rubber\nballgag locked against them. “So I’m gonna put you in a little time out. Up.”\nShe stood, finding a sybian laid out beside her. At Lulu’s command, the bat rested\nagainst it, holding out her arms for the sheep to cuff together. With fresh red lipstick across her\nlips, Lulu smothered against the bat’s tit, biting and nipping despite gagged protests and heavy\nmoans. “Old pervert,” She giggled, clipping several wooden clothespins against the tightened\nripples. Her ears flattened at the sight of her metal hood being pulled from the closet. “Now,\nyou’re not allowed to cum until I say, understood?”\nKnowing how effective the mask was, Periwinkle wouldn’t even get a chance until her\nmistress removed it. She nodded all the same, bowing her head and arching her shoulders for\nMistress Lulu to latch the helmet over her and clamped it tight, encasing her gaze in utter\ndarkness. Naked, bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a third grader’s bedroom. The humiliation\nof it all had her grind against the sybian.\n“Ah, ah, ah.” Lulu’s hand swatted firmly against her ass. “No cumming, remember?\nUnless you really wanna torture yourself, you silly maso hag.” Her ears twitched inside the\nhelmet as the lamb stepped away and pulled out her chair, pencil down at the paper and leaving\nPeriwinkle alone with her thoughts.\nThey fell on Joey, her sweet baby boy and time. Being raised by her husband while she\nplayed sitter for her mistress. She loved him dearly, wanting to tuck him in at night, even as\nMistress Lulu tormented her. How long had she been blindfolded? Time didn’t pass well with her\nlocked away. It made all the days Mistress was at school even harder, bound and hanging for a\ntimer before being given only a few hours to prep and clean.\nIn hindsight it did make her better at cleaning.\nThe sybian whirred to life. Her teeth dug into the gag, fighting against the vibrations that\nmade the bullet vibe from earlier a tickle in comparison. She lifted off for dear mercy, only to feel\nthe sudden sting of a whip across her butt.\n“No getting up!” She called out, “And stay quiet. Need to focus.” Periwinkle tried anything\nthat came to mind to keep her orgasm from building. Her mother, pleasant memories with her\nson, mundane activities such as cleaning or walking feral animals. Her only rest came from the\nsybian turning off. Whether it was timed, or because Lulu needed a moment to think away from\nher incessant moans, she was uncertain. Even so, whenever the vibes stopped, pain resumed\n\n\fwith whippings and pinching. Occasionally, she’d feel only a finger across her body. “Such a\ndirty old bat,” Lulu whispered, tracing her tail along the tag that claimed Periwinkle as her slave.\n“I remember when you got this. I told you and you were so excited to show me. So happy to\nprove you’re a little girl’s personal bitch.”\nMistress Lulu had done more than order it. The little lamb walked her into the tattoo\nparlor by a mental leash of desire. Those judging eyes glared at her with worry at Lulu, no doubt\nsickened by the bat bringing a little girl to such a place. They didn’t know it wasn’t her idea, it\nwasn’t her place to say otherwise.\nThey didn’t know the truth. Or maybe they did, if they noticed her lack of bra and panties\nthat day.\nWaves coursed through her body. She tried to push it down, but no amount of will could\nfight her nature. Her teeth clenched moan slipped through the gag while shame and ecstasy\nflooded beneath her. Again and again her body shook, each surge riding longer and longer. As\nthe sybian stopped, she keeled forward and rested her head against the floor, exposing her\nback to the younger mistress.\nTwo hands braced her helmet, helping the poor bat up and unlocking it. Periwinkle\nblinked at the lamb’s soft gaze, her own eyes looking away in disgrace. “Hey, look at me,” She\ncommanded, keeping a tight grip on the bat’s face, “Look at me. Did I say you could cum?” The\nbat shook her head. “Did you cum?” She nodded in the lamb’s hands, “Do you think you should\nbe punished?”\nThere was no other answer but a simple nod. “Good girl. Hold your hands behind your\nhead. You should have enough freedom for that.” Back straight, she rested her restrained hands\nbehind her head like a criminal, exposing her chest to the young domme. Humming as she\nwent, Lulu pulled a suede black leather flogger from her closet and twirled it in the air. “Let’s get\nyour breasts cleaned first.”\nOne crack across her left breast, dull pain mixed with the surging sting of the clothespins\nbeing jostled. Fists clenched, but she stayed still as a second strike hit her right. Lulu swung\nwith no pattern, focused only one blasting the clamps off the older bat’s nipples. She squeaked\ninto the ball whenever one flew off, her nerves dancing in the pain that followed.\nLulu’s breathing matched her slave’s at as the last clip clattered against the floor, face\nflushed with red and lips nearly bleeding from biting. “G-Get up, back against the bed and\nspread your legs.” Flat on her back, she stretched as wide as possible for her mistress,\nexposing her drenched cunt to the third grader. She took no time at all locking the bat’s legs\nagainst the bed posts, preventing her from closing her gap.\n“I can’t tell if this is because you came,” She slapped the flogger's tails against her cunt,\n“Like a bad girl. Or,” She struck again, “If you’re just that depraved. Maybe it’s both!” Periwinkle\nflailed with every sharp strike. She didn’t want to escape punishment, but her body screamed to\nflee from the pain as it turned her inner thighs pink and her cunt purple. The bed shifted as Lulu\nstepped up and tossed her flogger aside, stripping out of her underwear and standing above the\n\n\folder woman with her dripping cunt. Squatting down, she pulled the bat’s gag out and pressed\nher lower lips against her. “Make yourself useful.”\nShe didn’t hear her mistress’s command. Her tongue dug deep as soon as her lips met,\nthe quivering pain of her nipples and cunt driving her masochistic pleasure further up the lamb’s\ncunt. Lulu braced her scalp with both hands for balance, biting her lip and uttering obscenities\nthat no 9-year-old should speak.\nHer mistress quivered, hands digging into the bat’s scalp for support. She held nothing\nback in her screams, losing her balance as pleasure rocked through her body. Periwinkle shot\nher arms out and grabbed the lamb’s side despite her restraints, keeping her steady as her\njuices splattered against the bat’s tongue.\nHeavy breaths and the shifting bed filled the void of silence between them, letting the\nmistress and slave lock themselves in place for respite. Lulu tapped the bat’s hands, “I’m so\nlucky to have such a talented tongue at the ready,” She giggled and pulled her crotch away,\nsitting against Periwinkle’s chest and leaning against her sore breasts. “Did you enjoy it?”\nPeriwinkle nodded. “Leg’s getting a little cramped.”\n“Oh!” Lulu hopped off and undid the restraints, “Sorry, sorry. We can’t have you injured.\nThere’s still more to be done tonight. The bat blinked. Even more? Where did her mistress get\nall the energy? “Don’t look at me like that. You know you love it.”\n“I’m just worried I can’t keep up, Mistress.”\nLulu brushed her off, “I’ve seen you take an entire night at the dungeon, I can’t be that\nmuch.”\n“I don’t get many orgasms when guys just line up at my bench, Mistress.” Though the\nmemory did make her blush harder. “They usually just thrust to get off.”\n“Well that’s because I’m a good mistress who wants you to enjoy yourself. But you’ve\nbeen a pretty bad girl today, not asking for permission.” With a clap, Periwinkle was on her feet,\nchest out and presentable for the younger girl. “Anyways, we can’t continue until dinner, so get\ncooking. She didn’t ask her mistress if she was to wear anything special while cooking, figuring\nthat Lulu was more tired than she let on. After all, Periwinkle normally didn’t get to cook without\na gag and buttplug inside her.\nThough Periwinkle was a fruit bat, she knew her way around other meals. Sher, her\nhusband, and son did like variety after all, and the violet bat knew a few good tricks for healthy\nfood. Such as mixing broccoli in with Lulu’s mac and cheese.\n“Mistress, dinner is ready!” She called, prepping the table with a single plate of healthier\nmac and cheese, steamed tofu, and a pitcher of water. Beside the chair sat a feral dog bowl with\nseveral peaches, and a mat for Periwinkle’s knees.\n\n\fKneeling beside the chair, the bat listened to the excited hooves rushing down the steps\nand bowed her head when Lulu entered the dining room. “Yay!” She giggled excitedly, ready to\ntake her seat. She stopped at the food bowl, a wicked grin sitting across her maw. Without a\nword but with her eyes deadset on her slave’s gaze, she slowly pressed her hoof against the\norange fruit, letting it squish underneath like a compressor. “Dig in,” She commanded, lifting her\nhoof to the bat as she took her seat.\n“Yes Mistress, thank you.” Periwinkle leaned forward on all fours, her tongue lapping at\nthe orange and pulpy juices staining the grey sheep’s black hoof. She shuddered at the taste,\nunable to deny the effect it had on her body. Finished, she returned to the now mushy batch of\npeaches she laid out for herself.\nLulu’s hoof pressed against her head, forcing her face into her squashed fruit. “Broccoli\nin my mac and cheese? Really?” The lamb complained. “You’re just determined today, aren’t\nyou?” Periwinkle would have apologized if her mouth wasn’t stuffed into the dog bowl, but she\nhad no regrets in the first place. She wanted her mistress healthy after all.\nShe relented eventually, letting the bat finish her meal and wait patiently by her\nmistress’s side, peach juice still staining her face. Lulu teased her when she finished, leaving\nthe bat to clean up as she hopped out of her chair and headed into the leaving room. Periwinkle\nsighed at the clear signs of eating around the broccoli, but was glad to know she ate some of it.\nCartoons and laughter blared from the other room as the bat cleaned the dishes and\nprepped her mistress’s lunch for tomorrow. Even the simplest task that she’d grown to despise\nfrom tedium had an exciting edge when naked and collared. Periwinkle could swear her\nmuscles would be sore from her smiling afterwards. Finished, she crawled to the living room\nwhere Lulu restfully sat against the leather couch. In no time at all did the lamb extend her legs\nfor Periwinkle to put herself under, happy to be a footrest for the cub.\nHer muscles quivered and strained. Her only sense of time being the length of the\ncartoons. Lulu said nothing, interacting by grinding the heels of her hooves into her slave’s back\nfor a better sense of comfort. If her mistress was older, Periwinkle might have had a complaint.\nShe shook her head, even if the bat did have one, she’d not voice it unless asked. After all, she\nwas the lamb’s slave.\n“I can see why everyone loves having a live-in slave,” Lulu said, turning off the TV and\npulling her hooves away. “I can’t wait to share stories at the dungeon. I know Ziz is gonna enjoy\nhearing about your little accident. Stand up.” She raised up to her mistress, surprised to find her\nown phone in the cub’s hand. Lulu already knew the password, as her owner she had the right\nto all the bat’s single properties. Even her car belonged to Lulu, something she’d be handing\nover when the lamb could drive.\n“Spread your legs wide, wider,” She commanded, “Really expose your bruised pussy.\nGood girl, now puff out your titties and hold your hands in a peace sign.” The phone’s camera\nflashed, cementing Periwinkle’s embarrassing pose in digital data. “I wonder what your hubby\nwill think about his wife’s bruises? Maybe he’ll jack off to them tonight? All alone in his\n\n\fbedroom.” He would, she’d do the same for anything he’d sent her way. That was the swinger\nlife. “Actually...slave, come with me.”\nBack in her bedroom, Lulu handed Periwinkle a lot of soft rope and a stand meant for\nphones. “Pull out the other footrest, set up the stand at the best angle and wait for me.” Knowing\nshe meant the ottoman, the bat nodded. The best angle was a challenge, but she figured the\nopposite of the couch gave the best view.\nHearing her mistress’s hooves clop down the steps, Periwinkle rested against her knees\nand waited. Lulu took center stage on the stairs, dressed in her iconic white faux-leather corset\nand matching gloves carrying a ballgag and a metal hook with a balled end. A stylish collar\nlooped around her neck, a mere status symbol rather than an acknowledgement of slavery such\nas the bat’s. Instead of panties in a matching color, Lulu had a large purple strap-on strapped\nagainst her crotch. Bigger than Periwinkle’s husband, but not so much that she’d be sleeping\nwith an equine.\nShe twirled a ballgag by its straps as she stepped down, quickly ordering the bat to lay\nback on the ottoman. Through a series of instructions, Periwinkle found her limbs tied to the\nfurniture’s little legs, pressing her bruised chest against the soft leather. The hook lodged deep\nin her ass, with spare rope coiled around the bat’s long hair on one end, and pulled through the\nloop on the other, forcing her head up. “And now recording.” Lulu hopped down from the couch,\nhaving set up the bat’s phone to watch her predicament. The bat eagerly opened her mouth as\nthe silicon purple cockhead braced her lips, letting it dive down her throat.\n“I don’t even need to tell you,” Lulu giggled, “Such a wanting slut.” It hadn’t been her first\ntime deepthroating a big cock, and Periwinkle knew it wouldn’t be her last. Breathing through\nher nose, she kept a steady breath and swallowed carefully, guiding the toy down her throat by\nthe flat of her tongue. “You’re such a pro, Mrs. Knight. Sucking it down like a street whore.” Lulu\nclamped down on her head and thrusted in, forcing several inches down at once. The sudden\nshift cut off her breathing, strangling her while the young mistress laughed.\n“But you’re not just some dumb street whore.” She fucked her mouth without rest,\n“You’re just an older fuckhole for people like me.” Trained or not, Periwinkle’s throat cried out at\nthe thrusts, gagging and sputtering as her eyes rolled back. Yes, she was a fuckhole. A\nstretched and trained fuckhole that dripped at the slightest chance of torment all to make her\nowner happy. And Lulu was happy, biting her lip in glee at the bat’s suffering.\nHer throat burned when emptied of dick, coughing and spitting against the rug she’d be\ncleaning later. Lulu forced the gag into her maw, smaller than earlier. “To bite down on,” the\nlamb whispered sweetly, locking it in place. “My, my, you’re dripping down here.” Her mistress\npoked her wet pussy from behind, the sudden pain crawling up her spine. “Bruised too, not that\nit’s stopped a masoslut like you, has it?” Heavy breaths seeped through the small black ballgag,\npreparing herself for the toy bracing her lower lips.\nWith no lube but the bat’s arousal and saliva, Lulu pushed in without a care. Periwinkle’s\njaw slammed into her gag, hands and feet balling in pain mixed with pleasure. A small hand\n\n\fcracked down against her backside in response, followed by a slow agonizing fuck that built in\nspeed. “That’s right, scream for me. We both know how much you love it, you perverted milf.”\nShe did love it, the smile behind the gag her teeth gnawed couldn’t deny it. Her restraints\nkeeping her struggles fruitless, the humiliation of the recording for Robert to watch and jack too\nlater, and the burning pleasure building up underneath the pain as the grade schooler pounded\nher.\nA masochistic milf fit her perfectly.\nLulu tugged on the rope, pulling Periwinkle’s head back by her hair. “Speak up, slave! I’m\nsure you have something to say!”\nShe screamed into her gag for more, a garbled mess that only a trained ear could\ninterpret. “You heard her!” Lulu slammed her hips against the bat, as deep as the toy could push\nagainst her. Again and again, with unlimited childish energy. “This time, I’ll let you cum. Not that\nyou deserve it.” Lost in the pain, the pleasure, Periwinkle’s ears twitched at the response. She’d\nbeen a bad girl today, cumming without permission over and over. But Lulu wanted that, the\nexcuse to punish and let her sadism flourish. The bat wasn’t sure why, but trying to understand\nthe young lamb got her enslaved in the first place.\nShe’d laugh if not for the sensations. Curiosity enslaved the bat.\nHer body shook in tantric agony at the wave. Head raised and teeth buckled, Periwinkle\nscreamed with tears of pleasure. Lulu fucked her through it, letting a second, third, and even\nfourth wave hit before she finally pulled out. If not for the rope around her hair, the bat’s head\nwould have fallen in exhaustion.\n“Hey,” Lulu slapped her juice covered toy against the bat’s face. “We’re not done.”\nHolding the phone in her hand, the lamb took the ballgag out and pressed her drenched toy\nagainst those lips, “Come on, clean it. Show your hubby what a good slave does.”\nThat’s what she was. Smiling, the bat lathered her tongue at the messy cock, eyes\nfocused on the camera watching. Would Robert cum by now? Or did he still hold out? She’d\nonly know when Lulu’s parents returned after vacation, and she was sure Lulu would send him\nmore videos.\n“Now, what do we say?”\n“Thank you for using this slave to its fullest, Mistress.”\nSatisfied, Lulu stopped recording and set about undoing all the ropes. One quick shower\nand some special salves later, and the two were resting in the living room, the sheep clutched in\nPeriwinkle’s arms like a normal child.\n“Your hubby is weird.”\n“Oh?”\n\n\f“I get to go all out in humiliating and torturing you, but he’s not ashamed of the videos.”\nJudging by the smiling and winking emoji’s Periwinkle’s phone was getting, she had to agree.\n“It’s just...kind of takes some of the fun out of it.”\n“Well, we’re swingers. I’m sure he’s having a fun time with someone else. Or has\nsomething planned.”\n“And that doesn’t bother you?”\nPeriwinkle shook her head, pulling the lamb in close. “No, because at the end of the day,\nwe both know we love each other, and this part of us is who we are. It’s doubtful anyone else\nwould accept us like this.” Looking at the clock, the bat yawned, “But anyway, it’s time for bed.”\nLulu groaned but complied, leading the bat back to the bedroom. As always, Periwinkle\nstripped down, even leaving her neck bare. It itched without the collar. Clamping her claws at\nher perch, the bat hung upside down and crossed her arms, waiting for her mistress to lock the\nmetal hood around her head.\n“Goodnight, Mrs. Knight,” Lulu said, clamping the mask and its timer lock across her\nface.\n“Goodnight, Mistress.” Periwinkle ignored her itch and accepted the darkness, ears\ntwitching at the moving sheets of Lulu getting into bed and shutting out her own lights. Of all the\npeople she’d had the pleasure of babysitting for, the sheep was her favorite. And it wasn’t\nbecause she was her mistress.\nRather, because she went to bed on time.\n\n\f","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Periwinkle scratched at her throat. She had that uncomfortable itch since morning, after
Lulu had been picked up by the bus. The bat bit her lip and scratched again, fingers teetering at
the edge of her wheel as she waited for the person in front to pick up their kid and move on.
Normally she’d be picking up her sweet Joey, but her husband had that charge. Today, she had
to pick up a different little cutie, a young sheep named Lulu.
She wasn’t surprised at the request from Lulu’s fathers. The two had been talking about
their trip for so long, and as much as they wanted to take her, it would have been detrimental to
take the young girl out from school for two weeks. Besides, it wasn’t the first time she’d been the
young girl’s sitter, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Pulling her window down, the violet bat waved out to the young girl waiting at the
sidewalk right as she rolled in. Smiling and pulling her hand away from the itch as the little
sheep pranced over to the backseat. “Thanks for the lift, Mrs. Knight,” She giggled, pulling off
her purple backpack and humming as she latched the buckle over her white polo and green
skirt.
“Well it’s my pleasure, dear. How was your day? Did you learn anything new?”
“We learned about digits!” Lulu said, excitedly. She ran off the numbers and other little
tidbits she learned throughout the day, on top of the annoyed groan she gained from her extra
homework. The bat nodded along, taking sweet joy in the normalcy Lulu shared as they drove
down the freeway. “Tommy’s a big jerk.” She frowned, kicking at the door, “No one else sees it,
but he keeps picking on all the girls. Even Miss Hadeston is blind.”
“What’s he doing?”
“The worst! Spitballs, stealing lunches and kicking dirt into everyone’s clothes, and
worst, called my drawings dumb.”
“That’s terrible! And your teacher isn’t doing anything about it?” Lulu shook her head.
What kind of school would let that persist? If such a bully was in her son’s classroom, she’d
make a point to speak with their parents. “Your fathers should have a talk with Tommy’s parents.
Boys like him don’t grow up well unless taught better early.”
“Oh, I have a plan.” The sheep grinned, “But I can’t do it until later this week. Since it’s a
school night.”
If she weren’t driving, Periwinkle would pat the little sheep on her black fluffy head.
“Such a responsible girl. Your daddies would be so proud.”
Lulu blushed and giggled, humming happily to herself in her seat. Her smile soon faded
as they exited the freeway early, drifting down the asphalt roads until they reached the local
groceries parking lot. “Um, why are we here?” She asked in confusion, “You’re supposed to
bring me home.”
“Well I just needed to take care of some grocery shopping first.”

\f“Why didn’t you do that earlier? Periwinkle?” Her tone cut sharp into the back of her
neck, making the violet bat feel awfully itchy again. “You had all day.” A small sadistic little grin
propped up in the rearview mirror. “I have a lot of homework. I need to get it done right away.”
Her chest burned, heart fluttering at the sound of Lulu’s seatbelt clicking against the wall
as she unbuckled. “N-No, Lulu,” She stammered, trying to swallow as the sheep sifted through
her bag. “It’s just, well cleaning took so long today and I didn’t have extra time to-”
“Be quiet.” Periwinkle held her tongue upon command. A strip of leather was placed
around her hands. “Put it on.” With stifled breathing and twitching hands, Periwinkle locked the
strip around her throat, calming her itch. “Good girl. Now, are you wearing panties?”
Periwinkle nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” She bit her lip, holding back any excuse for the little
lamb. She learned early not to give any while wearing her precious collar. Lulu shook her head
in disappointment, slipping between the seats until she sat in the passenger seat.
“Take them off.” Periwinkle slipped underneath her clothes, unlocking her bra and
awkwardly pulling it out so her tight nipples dragged against the cloth of her shirt. As the bat
pulled up her skirt for her panties, Lulu placed her hand against the special L on her right thigh.
“What’s this mean?” She asked with a knowing smile.
“It’s…” She gulped, face burning at the question, “It’s your insignia, Mistress.”
“And what’s it mean, slave?”
“T-That this bat belongs to you.”
The sheep grinned and pulled down Periwinkle’s shirt, letting her breasts breath only to
pinch at the tightened nipples. “That’s right. You’re a dirty old lady pervert who gave herself to a
girl younger than her son. Remember that day at the dungeon? Where you begged to be mine?”
She remembered it fondly. She and her husband had been frequent visitors to the local
dungeon, but Lulu’s sudden surge in popularity caught her eye. At first she wanted to mother the
little sheep, hide her from the darkness. But the more she tried, the more entrenched she
became to Lulu’s whims, until she was begging to be hers for more than just a day. She bit
down at Periwinkle’s nipple, letting a soft squeal escape from her maw. “Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“Repeat what you said that day,” She ordered, crawling onto the older woman’s lap, “The
words you uttered before your husband.”
“P-Please,” She gulped, “Please take this slutty old bat under your guidance. May she
serve you well as a slave for now until you deem her unworthy of your presence.”
“Bet your hubby loved that,” Lulu giggled, sitting up against the bat’s lap, “His penis did
bounce when I had others use you that day.” Her lips embraced Periwinkle’s before the bat
could protest, but her memory of that night was clear. Robert, her husband, had enjoyed seeing
the entire dungeon use her, all for Mistress Lulu’s amusement. She wasn’t sure what about this
little girl made her so weak, only that she melted at the commands and taste of her lamb

\fmistress. “Take those panties off, chop chop.” Lulu slipped off and opened the glove box, pulling
out an assortment of toys she’d prepped for any occasion. “If you’re going to shop, I might as
well remind you whose time you’re wasting. And I better not miss any of my cartoons.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Periwinkle nodded, noting just how wet her panties were as she slid
them down her legs. Even with the punishment, she smiled. A good slave craved moments to
make their owner content.
A soft breeze brushed past the fruit bat on her way inside, forcing her to hold the skirt
down, lest everyone see the vibes and plugs her mistress planted inside her. Lulu skipped along
happily, humming carefree as Periwinkle took a shopping cart inside. Immediately eyes were on
her, employees and shoppers alike making her collar feel much tighter than she’d locked it.
Knuckles grew white in her tight grip, her head cast down as she pushed deeper into the store.
“I want chocolate milk.” Periwinkle nodded, adding it to the shopping list in her phone.
Lulu’s parents did say to keep her away from sweets, but she could give one or two little things.
“Why are you getting spinach?” She asked, sticking her tongue out in disgust.
“It’s healthy,” Periwinkle explained in as motherly a tone she could. Her little Joey had
the same distaste whenever she bought carrots, but she knew it was best for him to eat well.
“I don’t like spinach.”
“Well maybe yo-” She braced the cart as a buzz revved against her privates. The bullet
vibe turning up underneath the tape holding it to her clit. Her legs shook with every gasp, the
pleasure building despite every voice inside her screaming no.
Then it stopped. Lulu grinned, looking up with dark fuschia eyes. “No spinach. Unless
you want everyone to know you’re a perverted slut. Rather than just think it.” Periwinkle’s eyes
darted about, catching the stares, blushes, and tented loins of those passing by. Biting her lip,
she nodded and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.” Standing tall with her nipples no doubt piercing her
shirt.
She kept a soft buzz through the store, raising it whenever the bat took too long to
decide between brands. The snack aisle, however, proved to be her most arduous challenge. “I
want poptarts,” Lulu demanded, increasing the buzz as Periwinkle passed the sugar-filled boxed
pastries.
“No,” The bat struggled to say, dutifully whispering “Mistress,” after. The lamb frowned,
turning the buzz higher too quickly for Periwinkle to react.
“I. Want. Poptarts,” She growled. Periwinkle’s knees rested against the floor, heavily
breathing in the hopes of staying off orgasm. She wasn’t allowed one, not yet. “You’re being a
bad slave,” Lulu grinned, turning up the vibrations to max and clasping the bat’s face. “Give me
a box of oreos and I’ll stop.”
“I...I…” It hurt to speak between the moans and deep breaths, “I can’t...mistress.”

\f“You’d rather let everyone know what a dirty whore you are?” Her grin grew wider,
fingers digging deep into the violet bat’s chin. “How you’re a third grader’s personal bitch?”
Her body gave in before the excuse could escape her. Lulu saw it coming, clamping both
hands across the bat’s maw, muffling her while Periwinkle’s juices crawled down her leg and
dripped onto the floor. The buzzing stopped soon after, with a disappointed sheep girl looking
down on the older bat. “You’re lucky no one was in this aisle, you stupid bitch.”
“I’m sorry, mistress…” Tears matted her fear while shame filled her core, “Your fathers
told me to make sure you eat healthy.” She bowed her head, “Please, punish me as a slave, but
not as a parent. You may not be my daughter, but I want to keep you healthy.”
No cry or demand escaped the young sheep’s lips. Her gaze grew soft, hands bracing
the bat’s head in comfort. Periwinkle closed her eyes, expecting another punishment to come.
She’d take it all and more, willing to let the town think she was a pervert than dare feed her
mistress an unhealthy diet.
“Excuse me?” A new voice asked. Periwinkle turned, a chill crawling up at her spine at
the cow standing across from them. “Are you alright?”
“She’s fine,” Lulu said, putting on her warmest face. “My sitter is just having a bit of a
tummy ache. She’s better now, right?” With a wink from her mistress, the blushing bat nodded,
watching the cow walk off and silently praying she didn’t notice the puddle underneath the bat’s
skirt. “We’re still getting chocolate milk.” Lulu pulled at her slave’s ear, “And you’re still being
punished later. But…” With a groan, she mumbled underneath her breath, “My daddies know
best...so thanks. Now get up, I have cartoons to watch.”
One trip to the milk aisle later, and Periwinkle found herself at the cashier with everything
she needed. “You’re master must be really trusting,” said the plushy bear behind the counter.
“Letting you go shopping like this with his kid.”
Periwinkle nodded, swearing that the teenager's gaze eyed her tenting nipples. “Yes, she
is.”
“Excuse me.” Lulu stepped behind the counter and tugged at the cashier’s apron, “Um,
someone made a mess near the oreos. There’s a bunch of water there…weird water.”
Periwinkle hid her face on the way out.

***

Periwinkle’s first order of business inside her mistress’s home was to strip naked. Slaves
did not wear clothes indoors unless permitted, leaving her bare breasts and shaved pussy
exposed indoors. “My room after you put things away. Chop chop.” Not wanting to keep her
mistress waiting, she set aside the evening meal and crawled up the steps to the little lamb’s

\fabode. Her room was filled with fluffy heart pillows, cotton candy colored sheets, and stuffed
animals with nylon rope across their bodies for practice.
Lulu hummed atop her bed, crayons to paper with an image out of the bat’s eyesight.
Periwinkle crawled forward and placed her head to the floor, waiting patiently for her mistress’s
attention. Attention she should be putting towards homework, but she held her tongue.
“I didn’t give you permission to cum today.” Lulu hopped off the bed, softly landing
against the white carpeted floors. “And you disobeyed my order. Even if my daddies said
otherwise, disobeying is disobeying. Open up.” Periwinkle’s teeth strained at the heavy rubber
ballgag locked against them. “So I’m gonna put you in a little time out. Up.”
She stood, finding a sybian laid out beside her. At Lulu’s command, the bat rested
against it, holding out her arms for the sheep to cuff together. With fresh red lipstick across her
lips, Lulu smothered against the bat’s tit, biting and nipping despite gagged protests and heavy
moans. “Old pervert,” She giggled, clipping several wooden clothespins against the tightened
ripples. Her ears flattened at the sight of her metal hood being pulled from the closet. “Now,
you’re not allowed to cum until I say, understood?”
Knowing how effective the mask was, Periwinkle wouldn’t even get a chance until her
mistress removed it. She nodded all the same, bowing her head and arching her shoulders for
Mistress Lulu to latch the helmet over her and clamped it tight, encasing her gaze in utter
darkness. Naked, bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a third grader’s bedroom. The humiliation
of it all had her grind against the sybian.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Lulu’s hand swatted firmly against her ass. “No cumming, remember?
Unless you really wanna torture yourself, you silly maso hag.” Her ears twitched inside the
helmet as the lamb stepped away and pulled out her chair, pencil down at the paper and leaving
Periwinkle alone with her thoughts.
They fell on Joey, her sweet baby boy and time. Being raised by her husband while she
played sitter for her mistress. She loved him dearly, wanting to tuck him in at night, even as
Mistress Lulu tormented her. How long had she been blindfolded? Time didn’t pass well with her
locked away. It made all the days Mistress was at school even harder, bound and hanging for a
timer before being given only a few hours to prep and clean.
In hindsight it did make her better at cleaning.
The sybian whirred to life. Her teeth dug into the gag, fighting against the vibrations that
made the bullet vibe from earlier a tickle in comparison. She lifted off for dear mercy, only to feel
the sudden sting of a whip across her butt.
“No getting up!” She called out, “And stay quiet. Need to focus.” Periwinkle tried anything
that came to mind to keep her orgasm from building. Her mother, pleasant memories with her
son, mundane activities such as cleaning or walking feral animals. Her only rest came from the
sybian turning off. Whether it was timed, or because Lulu needed a moment to think away from
her incessant moans, she was uncertain. Even so, whenever the vibes stopped, pain resumed

\fwith whippings and pinching. Occasionally, she’d feel only a finger across her body. “Such a
dirty old bat,” Lulu whispered, tracing her tail along the tag that claimed Periwinkle as her slave.
“I remember when you got this. I told you and you were so excited to show me. So happy to
prove you’re a little girl’s personal bitch.”
Mistress Lulu had done more than order it. The little lamb walked her into the tattoo
parlor by a mental leash of desire. Those judging eyes glared at her with worry at Lulu, no doubt
sickened by the bat bringing a little girl to such a place. They didn’t know it wasn’t her idea, it
wasn’t her place to say otherwise.
They didn’t know the truth. Or maybe they did, if they noticed her lack of bra and panties
that day.
Waves coursed through her body. She tried to push it down, but no amount of will could
fight her nature. Her teeth clenched moan slipped through the gag while shame and ecstasy
flooded beneath her. Again and again her body shook, each surge riding longer and longer. As
the sybian stopped, she keeled forward and rested her head against the floor, exposing her
back to the younger mistress.
Two hands braced her helmet, helping the poor bat up and unlocking it. Periwinkle
blinked at the lamb’s soft gaze, her own eyes looking away in disgrace. “Hey, look at me,” She
commanded, keeping a tight grip on the bat’s face, “Look at me. Did I say you could cum?” The
bat shook her head. “Did you cum?” She nodded in the lamb’s hands, “Do you think you should
be punished?”
There was no other answer but a simple nod. “Good girl. Hold your hands behind your
head. You should have enough freedom for that.” Back straight, she rested her restrained hands
behind her head like a criminal, exposing her chest to the young domme. Humming as she
went, Lulu pulled a suede black leather flogger from her closet and twirled it in the air. “Let’s get
your breasts cleaned first.”
One crack across her left breast, dull pain mixed with the surging sting of the clothespins
being jostled. Fists clenched, but she stayed still as a second strike hit her right. Lulu swung
with no pattern, focused only one blasting the clamps off the older bat’s nipples. She squeaked
into the ball whenever one flew off, her nerves dancing in the pain that followed.
Lulu’s breathing matched her slave’s at as the last clip clattered against the floor, face
flushed with red and lips nearly bleeding from biting. “G-Get up, back against the bed and
spread your legs.” Flat on her back, she stretched as wide as possible for her mistress,
exposing her drenched cunt to the third grader. She took no time at all locking the bat’s legs
against the bed posts, preventing her from closing her gap.
“I can’t tell if this is because you came,” She slapped the flogger's tails against her cunt,
“Like a bad girl. Or,” She struck again, “If you’re just that depraved. Maybe it’s both!” Periwinkle
flailed with every sharp strike. She didn’t want to escape punishment, but her body screamed to
flee from the pain as it turned her inner thighs pink and her cunt purple. The bed shifted as Lulu
stepped up and tossed her flogger aside, stripping out of her underwear and standing above the

\folder woman with her dripping cunt. Squatting down, she pulled the bat’s gag out and pressed
her lower lips against her. “Make yourself useful.”
She didn’t hear her mistress’s command. Her tongue dug deep as soon as her lips met,
the quivering pain of her nipples and cunt driving her masochistic pleasure further up the lamb’s
cunt. Lulu braced her scalp with both hands for balance, biting her lip and uttering obscenities
that no 9-year-old should speak.
Her mistress quivered, hands digging into the bat’s scalp for support. She held nothing
back in her screams, losing her balance as pleasure rocked through her body. Periwinkle shot
her arms out and grabbed the lamb’s side despite her restraints, keeping her steady as her
juices splattered against the bat’s tongue.
Heavy breaths and the shifting bed filled the void of silence between them, letting the
mistress and slave lock themselves in place for respite. Lulu tapped the bat’s hands, “I’m so
lucky to have such a talented tongue at the ready,” She giggled and pulled her crotch away,
sitting against Periwinkle’s chest and leaning against her sore breasts. “Did you enjoy it?”
Periwinkle nodded. “Leg’s getting a little cramped.”
“Oh!” Lulu hopped off and undid the restraints, “Sorry, sorry. We can’t have you injured.
There’s still more to be done tonight. The bat blinked. Even more? Where did her mistress get
all the energy? “Don’t look at me like that. You know you love it.”
“I’m just worried I can’t keep up, Mistress.”
Lulu brushed her off, “I’ve seen you take an entire night at the dungeon, I can’t be that
much.”
“I don’t get many orgasms when guys just line up at my bench, Mistress.” Though the
memory did make her blush harder. “They usually just thrust to get off.”
“Well that’s because I’m a good mistress who wants you to enjoy yourself. But you’ve
been a pretty bad girl today, not asking for permission.” With a clap, Periwinkle was on her feet,
chest out and presentable for the younger girl. “Anyways, we can’t continue until dinner, so get
cooking. She didn’t ask her mistress if she was to wear anything special while cooking, figuring
that Lulu was more tired than she let on. After all, Periwinkle normally didn’t get to cook without
a gag and buttplug inside her.
Though Periwinkle was a fruit bat, she knew her way around other meals. Sher, her
husband, and son did like variety after all, and the violet bat knew a few good tricks for healthy
food. Such as mixing broccoli in with Lulu’s mac and cheese.
“Mistress, dinner is ready!” She called, prepping the table with a single plate of healthier
mac and cheese, steamed tofu, and a pitcher of water. Beside the chair sat a feral dog bowl with
several peaches, and a mat for Periwinkle’s knees.

\fKneeling beside the chair, the bat listened to the excited hooves rushing down the steps
and bowed her head when Lulu entered the dining room. “Yay!” She giggled excitedly, ready to
take her seat. She stopped at the food bowl, a wicked grin sitting across her maw. Without a
word but with her eyes deadset on her slave’s gaze, she slowly pressed her hoof against the
orange fruit, letting it squish underneath like a compressor. “Dig in,” She commanded, lifting her
hoof to the bat as she took her seat.
“Yes Mistress, thank you.” Periwinkle leaned forward on all fours, her tongue lapping at
the orange and pulpy juices staining the grey sheep’s black hoof. She shuddered at the taste,
unable to deny the effect it had on her body. Finished, she returned to the now mushy batch of
peaches she laid out for herself.
Lulu’s hoof pressed against her head, forcing her face into her squashed fruit. “Broccoli
in my mac and cheese? Really?” The lamb complained. “You’re just determined today, aren’t
you?” Periwinkle would have apologized if her mouth wasn’t stuffed into the dog bowl, but she
had no regrets in the first place. She wanted her mistress healthy after all.
She relented eventually, letting the bat finish her meal and wait patiently by her
mistress’s side, peach juice still staining her face. Lulu teased her when she finished, leaving
the bat to clean up as she hopped out of her chair and headed into the leaving room. Periwinkle
sighed at the clear signs of eating around the broccoli, but was glad to know she ate some of it.
Cartoons and laughter blared from the other room as the bat cleaned the dishes and
prepped her mistress’s lunch for tomorrow. Even the simplest task that she’d grown to despise
from tedium had an exciting edge when naked and collared. Periwinkle could swear her
muscles would be sore from her smiling afterwards. Finished, she crawled to the living room
where Lulu restfully sat against the leather couch. In no time at all did the lamb extend her legs
for Periwinkle to put herself under, happy to be a footrest for the cub.
Her muscles quivered and strained. Her only sense of time being the length of the
cartoons. Lulu said nothing, interacting by grinding the heels of her hooves into her slave’s back
for a better sense of comfort. If her mistress was older, Periwinkle might have had a complaint.
She shook her head, even if the bat did have one, she’d not voice it unless asked. After all, she
was the lamb’s slave.
“I can see why everyone loves having a live-in slave,” Lulu said, turning off the TV and
pulling her hooves away. “I can’t wait to share stories at the dungeon. I know Ziz is gonna enjoy
hearing about your little accident. Stand up.” She raised up to her mistress, surprised to find her
own phone in the cub’s hand. Lulu already knew the password, as her owner she had the right
to all the bat’s single properties. Even her car belonged to Lulu, something she’d be handing
over when the lamb could drive.
“Spread your legs wide, wider,” She commanded, “Really expose your bruised pussy.
Good girl, now puff out your titties and hold your hands in a peace sign.” The phone’s camera
flashed, cementing Periwinkle’s embarrassing pose in digital data. “I wonder what your hubby
will think about his wife’s bruises? Maybe he’ll jack off to them tonight? All alone in his

\fbedroom.” He would, she’d do the same for anything he’d sent her way. That was the swinger
life. “Actually...slave, come with me.”
Back in her bedroom, Lulu handed Periwinkle a lot of soft rope and a stand meant for
phones. “Pull out the other footrest, set up the stand at the best angle and wait for me.” Knowing
she meant the ottoman, the bat nodded. The best angle was a challenge, but she figured the
opposite of the couch gave the best view.
Hearing her mistress’s hooves clop down the steps, Periwinkle rested against her knees
and waited. Lulu took center stage on the stairs, dressed in her iconic white faux-leather corset
and matching gloves carrying a ballgag and a metal hook with a balled end. A stylish collar
looped around her neck, a mere status symbol rather than an acknowledgement of slavery such
as the bat’s. Instead of panties in a matching color, Lulu had a large purple strap-on strapped
against her crotch. Bigger than Periwinkle’s husband, but not so much that she’d be sleeping
with an equine.
She twirled a ballgag by its straps as she stepped down, quickly ordering the bat to lay
back on the ottoman. Through a series of instructions, Periwinkle found her limbs tied to the
furniture’s little legs, pressing her bruised chest against the soft leather. The hook lodged deep
in her ass, with spare rope coiled around the bat’s long hair on one end, and pulled through the
loop on the other, forcing her head up. “And now recording.” Lulu hopped down from the couch,
having set up the bat’s phone to watch her predicament. The bat eagerly opened her mouth as
the silicon purple cockhead braced her lips, letting it dive down her throat.
“I don’t even need to tell you,” Lulu giggled, “Such a wanting slut.” It hadn’t been her first
time deepthroating a big cock, and Periwinkle knew it wouldn’t be her last. Breathing through
her nose, she kept a steady breath and swallowed carefully, guiding the toy down her throat by
the flat of her tongue. “You’re such a pro, Mrs. Knight. Sucking it down like a street whore.” Lulu
clamped down on her head and thrusted in, forcing several inches down at once. The sudden
shift cut off her breathing, strangling her while the young mistress laughed.
“But you’re not just some dumb street whore.” She fucked her mouth without rest,
“You’re just an older fuckhole for people like me.” Trained or not, Periwinkle’s throat cried out at
the thrusts, gagging and sputtering as her eyes rolled back. Yes, she was a fuckhole. A
stretched and trained fuckhole that dripped at the slightest chance of torment all to make her
owner happy. And Lulu was happy, biting her lip in glee at the bat’s suffering.
Her throat burned when emptied of dick, coughing and spitting against the rug she’d be
cleaning later. Lulu forced the gag into her maw, smaller than earlier. “To bite down on,” the
lamb whispered sweetly, locking it in place. “My, my, you’re dripping down here.” Her mistress
poked her wet pussy from behind, the sudden pain crawling up her spine. “Bruised too, not that
it’s stopped a masoslut like you, has it?” Heavy breaths seeped through the small black ballgag,
preparing herself for the toy bracing her lower lips.
With no lube but the bat’s arousal and saliva, Lulu pushed in without a care. Periwinkle’s
jaw slammed into her gag, hands and feet balling in pain mixed with pleasure. A small hand

\fcracked down against her backside in response, followed by a slow agonizing fuck that built in
speed. “That’s right, scream for me. We both know how much you love it, you perverted milf.”
She did love it, the smile behind the gag her teeth gnawed couldn’t deny it. Her restraints
keeping her struggles fruitless, the humiliation of the recording for Robert to watch and jack too
later, and the burning pleasure building up underneath the pain as the grade schooler pounded
her.
A masochistic milf fit her perfectly.
Lulu tugged on the rope, pulling Periwinkle’s head back by her hair. “Speak up, slave! I’m
sure you have something to say!”
She screamed into her gag for more, a garbled mess that only a trained ear could
interpret. “You heard her!” Lulu slammed her hips against the bat, as deep as the toy could push
against her. Again and again, with unlimited childish energy. “This time, I’ll let you cum. Not that
you deserve it.” Lost in the pain, the pleasure, Periwinkle’s ears twitched at the response. She’d
been a bad girl today, cumming without permission over and over. But Lulu wanted that, the
excuse to punish and let her sadism flourish. The bat wasn’t sure why, but trying to understand
the young lamb got her enslaved in the first place.
She’d laugh if not for the sensations. Curiosity enslaved the bat.
Her body shook in tantric agony at the wave. Head raised and teeth buckled, Periwinkle
screamed with tears of pleasure. Lulu fucked her through it, letting a second, third, and even
fourth wave hit before she finally pulled out. If not for the rope around her hair, the bat’s head
would have fallen in exhaustion.
“Hey,” Lulu slapped her juice covered toy against the bat’s face. “We’re not done.”
Holding the phone in her hand, the lamb took the ballgag out and pressed her drenched toy
against those lips, “Come on, clean it. Show your hubby what a good slave does.”
That’s what she was. Smiling, the bat lathered her tongue at the messy cock, eyes
focused on the camera watching. Would Robert cum by now? Or did he still hold out? She’d
only know when Lulu’s parents returned after vacation, and she was sure Lulu would send him
more videos.
“Now, what do we say?”
“Thank you for using this slave to its fullest, Mistress.”
Satisfied, Lulu stopped recording and set about undoing all the ropes. One quick shower
and some special salves later, and the two were resting in the living room, the sheep clutched in
Periwinkle’s arms like a normal child.
“Your hubby is weird.”
“Oh?”

\f“I get to go all out in humiliating and torturing you, but he’s not ashamed of the videos.”
Judging by the smiling and winking emoji’s Periwinkle’s phone was getting, she had to agree.
“It’s just...kind of takes some of the fun out of it.”
“Well, we’re swingers. I’m sure he’s having a fun time with someone else. Or has
something planned.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
Periwinkle shook her head, pulling the lamb in close. “No, because at the end of the day,
we both know we love each other, and this part of us is who we are. It’s doubtful anyone else
would accept us like this.” Looking at the clock, the bat yawned, “But anyway, it’s time for bed.”
Lulu groaned but complied, leading the bat back to the bedroom. As always, Periwinkle
stripped down, even leaving her neck bare. It itched without the collar. Clamping her claws at
her perch, the bat hung upside down and crossed her arms, waiting for her mistress to lock the
metal hood around her head.
“Goodnight, Mrs. Knight,” Lulu said, clamping the mask and its timer lock across her
face.
“Goodnight, Mistress.” Periwinkle ignored her itch and accepted the darkness, ears
twitching at the moving sheets of Lulu getting into bed and shutting out her own lights. Of all the
people she’d had the pleasure of babysitting for, the sheep was her favorite. And it wasn’t
because she was her mistress.
Rather, because she went to bed on time.

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