She knew this before she was out of the closet. As a latchkey kid, she had plenty of time alone where she left the house to explore. There was a mall not too far from where she lived where teenagers flocked, actively sticking out with their dyed hair and torn clothes. But the piercings were what drew her. Studs, rings, and chains that linked to noses. Nose, ear, or tongue, it was all a new world to explore. Rude as it was, she’d stared at them from a distance, wondering what it’d be like to pull each piercing like her own handle.
In private she’d admit Amethyst’s piercings were half the reason she agreed to be play partners. Something about the punk look made the pig want to pull at them, just to see how much it’d take to make the wannabe rebel quiver in her hands. As it turns out, not much.
“F-Fuck!” Amy’s teeth clamped against her lips, her grunts falling under the whir of the wand Helga held between the vole’s legs. Breasts pulled tight by chains locked around her rings, Amy tried to stay still as Helga hooked the binding through the crux of her finger.
“What’s wrong?” Helga pulled the wand away, letting it over perilously over the woman’s clit. “Do you not want to feel good?”
“It’s hard when you–”
Helga cut her short with a slow and steady pull of the chain. Quick breaths escaped to numb the sensation. She smiled at the vole’s attempts, knowing it wouldn’t work nearly as well as she wanted. “When I what?”
“When–” The wand fell upon Amy’s clit in interference. It whirred at half speed, enough to build her up but not push her over. Not right away.
“Mommy,” Amy whined, tears in her eyes. Helga silenced her with her lips, their tongues tangling for a brief moment where she tasted the metal of her vole’s stud piercing. Then wrestled it into submission, sucking the vole’s breath as it was her right to do so while bound hands balled to tense fists as the wand powered away. The nipple chains taut as ever.
The vole twitched in her mistress’s arms. The first warning of the impending wave. Helga turned the wand off. Casting it aside and holding her palm over her brat’s cunt, sampling the moist heat waiting.
“N-No, don’t stop!” Amy begged, “Please, please I was close.”
“I know,” Helga smiled. It grew while watching Amy realize what she meant. “That’s right, I didn’t say you’d cum here. Just that I’d give you some attention.”
She loved how Amy’s face flushed with the glare. Those indigo eyes pierced into her soul. They both knew one word was enough to end their play, to break the dynamic with needed respite. Yet Amy didn’t utter it. No matter what else she said, the vole loved being led along the edge.
Cupping her face Helga gave Amy one last kiss, “But since you’ve been such a good girl, you can finish me off before I lock you back up. Would you like that?” Amy bit her lip in shame as she nodded. “Good,” Helga spread her legs, “Oh and do show Rebecca your ass as you do. The cuckpuppy’s deserves a little something, doesn’t she?”
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