So it came as no surprise in how it manifested with her two partners. Both were almost half her age yet so eager to please. Which in turn made her eager to please them. A vicious cycle of pleasure and dominance that Helga was happy to roll up a hill like Sisyphus.
Rebecca sat at the bottom, both figuratively and literally as she stuffed her maw with the twin dildos of her dominants. Despite her cropped ears and tail the pitbull was the sweetest pup Helga knew. A pacifist raised to be a fighter, now happily serving two women she’d call her goddesses until the pig reminded her to stop with the deification talk. She was always the first to fall to her knees, willing to heed any command that sometimes Helga had to remind her when they weren’t playing. Initially, she was concerned about taking the pitbull on, worried about having to share attention between the two. Rebecca’s cuckqueaning fetish instead opened some interesting avenues.
Second, and most needing to be reeled back with Rebecca’s praises, was Amethyst to her right. Her first long-term play partner since settling down, the college girl acted the part of a brat by playing up her punkish nature. Keeping her hair buzzed to one side and dyed green as if that was all it required to be punk. Helga didn’t mind, she found it adorable. Initially a self-proclaimed mega-sub, Amethyst found herself more comfortable as a switch with Rebecca’s submission. Though the status of being above the pitbull did go to her head sometimes. Helga allowed it only so she could find more reasons to punish the vole. Hence why her arms were locked behind her back and a small chain yanked her nipples as Helga’s tongue conquered the vole’s maw. By her moans, Amethyst enjoyed being reminded of her place.
But a punishment was still a punishment. “I think she’s ready for the next phase, don’t you?” She asked Rebecca, clamping the vole’s maw shut with one hand. Rebecca popped off the two cocks, nodding eagerly while licking the slobber from her lips. At a wave of the pig’s hand, she crawled to the nearest bed and spread her legs. Helga swore she saw the remnants of the canine’s desire seep from the chastity belt. She confirmed it with a twist and pull from the key to the belt’s lock.
Locking a thick ballgag behind Amethyst’s teeth, Helga slathered the slick strap-on the vole wore with lube and lined her up to the pitbull’s pussy. “She may be your pet, your bitch, and your slave, but you are mine. And if there’s one thing I hate seeing, it’s dominants who don’t give proper care to their subs.” She pressed her own wet toy against the vole’s back, never sinking in as she pushed her hips down to thrust Amethyst’s toy into Rebecca. The pitbull shuddered with every inch, and Helga whispered, “Maybe next time don’t delegate your chores to her so you can play games.”
Whether Amy would take that to heart remained to be seen. Though from the grin forming across her gagged muzzle, Helga was doubtful. She smiled back. Fine by her, more excuses to punish.
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Sometimes Helga needs to enforce the order of their dynamic. Sometimes (all the time) it's for fun.
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