They were alone. Helga’s biker friends had a yearly ride for the weekend, leaving the vole in charge. She didn’t specifically say it since neither Amethyst nor Rebecca were children, but they all knew the hierarchy. Helga stood atop, Amethyst kneeled at her feet, and Rebecca lay watching with desire as a precious cuckquean. Their cuckpuppy, as Amethyst coined.
Underneath the pitbull’s stuffed maw leaked a thin strand of drool. She kept her head tilted up at her mistress despite the blindfold. Latex covered her from head to toe, though her hood design left little imagination to who wore it. Rebecca liked it that way, just as she liked it when Amethyst bound her arms behind her with a single bondage sleeve. She wanted to be restricted. To be used and humiliated by her partners. Amy never considered herself a top, but the pitbull’s submissive nature did help flip her switch.
“I can do anything I want to you.” She lightly tapped her wet nose and dragged a nail down the pitbull’s snout. “And you’ll thank me for it. And for what? We both know I have other ways to satisfy myself beyond your tongue.”
Flipping her skirt revealed the free pussy made possible thanks to Helga ‘forgetting’ the belt keys. Good thing she did, else their little gimp would have to go without her precious glossy skin. Rebecca didn’t need to see it. Her nose picked it up. She leaned in without permission, frantically sniffing for the moist desire of her dominant.
“It’s not yours to taste.” Amethyst bit her lip as her pet’s cool nose braced her. “It’s not even mine to give. But you know that.” She prodded her latex boot against the pitbull’s crotch. “Like how this is no longer yours, I gave mine up to someone better. She decides who uses it. Just as I do with yours. Isn’t that a lovely system? You don’t need to think about it, just let us tell you what to do.”
She ground her boot’s toe along the gimp’s cunt, smiling with the pitbull’s nod. Her breathing deepened, drool seeping out in a trickle.
“Then again, it is a lot of work.” Amethyst pulled her foot away. Rebecca followed after it, nearly falling over if not for Amethyst’s catch. She laughed. “Someone’s eager. Does my cuckpuppy want an orgasm?” After a sharp nod she added, “Does she think she deserves one?”
Rebecca froze. To Amethyst, Rebecca deserved one. Helga was forthcoming with them enough that her talk of them being a privilege was surface-level at best. But Rebecca, she knew, would find an excuse. Maybe she skipped her chores or was slow to a command? Half the reason the vole gagged her was so she didn’t hear the excuses. The other half was because she liked seeing the pitbull’s mouth full.
Rather than let her pet fall deeper into hell, Amethyst pushed her foot out. “Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you use my boot. I won’t move it though, so you’re all on your own.”
Though hindered by her bindings Rebecca rested her mound against the black boot. She huffed with her thrusting hips, slowly grinding her covered cunt against her mistress’s body like she were some toy. Amethyst watched, smiling as she wondered if her mistress felt the same rush when she made her do the same.
“Take your time, cuckpuppy,” Amethyst whispered, petting her lover’s scalp, “We’ve got the entire weekend to enjoy ourselves.”
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I once said that if I ever added a third to Helga and Amethyst, it'd be a dominant trainee with Amethyst being on the bottom. Then I wrote Rebecca and suddenly Amethyst became a switch. Funny how things fall into place. In my defense, Rebecca's adorable when she's submissive.
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