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Enjoy!", "writing": "There was a pressure to appearances. \n\n\nAlice pondered on this as she set up her little classroom. It wasn’t fair to call it that, since when people hear the word ‘classroom’ they think about schools, desks, chalkboards, and maybe a teacher with a domineering tone and a measuring stick to function as an impromptu cane if one was feeling aroused enough. Not the concrete floor of Nightrose, her BDSM club, which she littered with small plastic chairs lined up in neat rows and a single table she put out for whatever topics came up. \n\n\nIt wasn’t the first time her space had been used for learning. The club had been a meeting place for discussions, lessons, and, of course, for play. She intended that when starting it, wanting to foster a community of kinksters supporting one another. But the weight of leadership had its toll, and the image of taking charge couldn’t be ignored in the community. Sure there were kinksters of various positions heading small subcommunities or volunteer groups. But for the goat? They expected her to look the part for being in charge.\n\n\nIn her defense, she couldn’t blame them. She liked the look. From the black elbow-length opera gloves, the glossy boots for her heels, and her choice between shiny black tops or corsets, she looked like the spitting image of a dominatrix. And she liked the role. Few things gave her a rush like making a pretty boy, girl, in between, or neither, beg under her whip. Few things that made her chew her lip when bodies quivered with eagerness at the touch of her latex-covered fingers. Few things beat being dominant.\n\n\nIt was the monotony that hurt it. Some preferred one role all the time. Alice, despite what people claimed, was not one of them. There were nights she craved to be on her knees with another’s finger possessively looped around the ring of her collar. Sessions she desired to be tied up and left to the mercy of others. But switching to a sub required trust, more than she believed being a dom. Only her closest companions were allowed to try it. \n\n\nAnd few could do it regularly. \n\n\nA pitched whistle echoed from the front door. “Dressed to impress I see,” A goblin stepped into view. Her lime green skin was accentuated by her short buzzed black hair, dark leather jacket, baggy jeans, and black leather boots that glistened with a fresh shine. \n\n\nAlice smiled at the goblin’s approach. “I dress in what’s comfortable, Mirrix.”\n\n\n“Most people have pajamas for comfort, not dominatrix attire,” She grabbed the last chair on the back row and dragged it to the front where she flipped it backward and sat, leaning forward on the chair’s back. As expected, the chair fit the goblin perfectly, meaning the other guests would have no issue. The last thing Alice wanted was to make her student’s tribe uncomfortable. \n\n\n“Are we most people?” Alice asked. Mirrix blushed. The goat considered towering over the goblin to punctuate her dominance. But that wasn’t what she planned to play with today. “You’re here early,” she said, changing the subject, “Should I expect your tribe soon?”\n\n\nMirrix scratched her head, “No, no. I just…just wanted to make sure I’m prepared. It’s the first time I’ve done this with them.”\n\n\n“Don’t goblins have orgies regularly?” Alice used to consider that offensive but Mirrix told her it was common. What was offensive was people barging in thinking goblins were easy. If a goblin is ever easy, it’s only on their terms. \n\n\nMirrix balanced her hand like a scale, “Eh…they’re pretty vanilla.”\n\n\n“Orgies aren’t vanilla.”\n\n\n“The acts in them are. It ain’t a bdsm orgy is what I’m saying, and I’m worried they’ll find the idea too restrictive when it’s explained.” \n\n\nAlice noticed Mirrix’s smile drop halfway. A slip of her mask. Goblins were known to be an extroverted and excitable group, one where leadership came from the most outwardly confident rather than the strongest or the smartest. This, unfortunately, led to a culture of faking confidence for status, and Mirrix was one of the few goblins that Alice knew who showed her true feelings in private. \n\n\n“Why?” the goat asked. \n\n\n“Well, bondage is restrictive by its nature.”\n\n\nAlice chuckled but shook her head. “No, Mirrix, why are you nervous? You know how to act in front of a crowd.”\n\n\nHer half-smile fell completely. The goblin ground her foot against the concrete, scratching her head. “I’ve never been vulnerable in front of a crowd. Even in orgies, I’m always pitching, so I’ve never had to worry about the gals seeing me submit. It ain’t unreasonable to think that they’ll see me differently if I kiss your hooves.”\n\n\nAt that, Alice grinned, “Well, it’s fortunate that they won’t be seeing that.” Mirrix blinked, her face blank for one moment then eyes like saucers the next. She always found that red made the goblin’s green stand out on her face. “Did I not mention this before?”\n\n\n“N-No!” Mirrix’s voice cracked, “I-I mean, know you haven’t. B-But you’re the owner of this place.”\n\n\n“And?”\n\n\n“And…and they might not respect you if they–”\n\n\nAlice straightened her spine, raising her voice to command the authority Mirrix expected. “I care not for their respect, Mirrix. My concern is your confidence. If you wish to show them how this subculture works, then I need you to be at the wheel, not in the passenger’s seat. Don’t act like the last year as my apprentice has been for nothing.”\n\n\nThe goblin’s eyes darted away, fists squeezing the chair in anxious tension. Alice kneeled to stare her friend directly in the eye. “You’ve trusted me from the beginning, dear. Know that the feeling is mutual.”\n\n\nShe gulped down her fears. “And you…want to submit?”\n\n\n“Mirrix, honey, sweet thing, I’m a switch. If I can’t sub then how can I be a decent dom?”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nMirrix’s tribe arrived two hours later, which was an hour after they were supposed to. Mirrix snapped at them for being late, but each had their excuse for why. Most of it involved being stuck fucking someone which Mirrix didn’t want to fault. Alice could, but she decided to play the good host and be polite to her guests. \n\n\nShe didn’t expect them to be so varied. Alice had never seen a modern goblin tribe. They were smaller in today’s climate. What was once families of five hundred strong blood-relatives had been reduced to twenty or so friends forged into a unique bond. Some dressed like they came out of high-powered business meetings, others dressed like blue-collar workers, and more looked like they were in university by the stuffed backpacks. There were one or two that didn’t look to be in education, employment, or training, having come inside with clothes they slept in. Alice held in her sigh at the sight of them. The job market may have been tough but that didn’t excuse poor habits. \n\n\nAlice, at Mirrix’s request, had changed to something more presentable before they arrived. Not that she agreed with the goblin’s take that submitting while dressed as a dominatrix was bad, but whatever helped her friend at ease. She’d taken to a casual top and slip-on yoga pants for ease to take off. Enough of Mirrix’s tribe glanced at her that she fluttered her purple hair and winked, eager to see their reactions. Enough seemed tempted. \n\n\n“You’re all late,” Mirrix proclaimed the obvious with disappointment. Her tribe grumbled, crossing their arms, rolling their heads, or eyeing one another as if to find some excuse. “What did I say about this event? I want to hear it.”\n\n\nMirrix perked her ears. In poorly coordinated unison, the goblins half-heartedly said, “That we need to be gracious to the host.”\n\n\n“And is being late gracious?”\n\n\n“No,” the tribe said, with the kind of annoyance one got from a crowd of teenagers. \n\n\nAlice, finding the whole thing excessive, opened her mouth to speak. Mirrix gave her a sharp glance that told her not to utter a single word against her authority. Combined with the new attire of assless chaps with a latex jockstrap, and a leather harness with nothing else worn underneath her leather jacket, Alice had to admit she found it arousing. \n\n\n“So, you’re all going to apologize before we get started.” The goblin raised her hand before the rest could utter a word, “Not at me, ya ingrates. To her. Bow your heads like you mean it.” \n\n\n“Your apologies are appreciated,” Alice said after the goblins bowed, “I hope none of you mind staying later as we have plenty to talk about. Shall we begin?”\n\n\n“Yeah! Let’s start competitive sex!” One of the NEET goblins shouted. Everyone started at her, save for Mirrix who coughed and Alice who stared at her friend.\n\n\n“I…I uh…” Mirrix twiddled her fingers, blushing softly, “I told them that BDSM was like some advanced form of sex to get them invested.”\n\n\n“Did you say it was competitive?” Alice raised her brow.\n\n\n“For goblins, dominance and submission is competitive.” \n\n\n“Oh…then we have much to work with.” \n\n\nClearing her throat and straightening her posture, Alice spoke with the composure of a teacher and a dom, the kind whose voice echoes across the room and demands attention without punishment. “I’m sure some of you have watched videos of BDSM online. I’m almost certain none of you have watched anything of it outside of porn,” that got a few sneers and she couldn’t blame them. BDSM as a fetish was nearly impossible to express outside of erotic content. It made explaining the ins and outs all the more important. “For starters, I want to clarify that there is nothing competitive about BDSM. What you enter with your play partner is a mutual contract of respect and trust. Without it neither can feel safe against the whip or when holding the reins.” \n\n\nShe pulled a collar from her pocket. Black leather. The crowd’s attention rose at the sight of it. “I think it’s best I give you all an example of how such a dynamic works.” \n\n\nAll ears perked at the sound of metal unclasping. Their beady eyes watched with curiosity and trepidation as Alice unfurled the collar. She smiled, kneeled against the black carpet across the concrete floor, and handed the collar to Mirrix. “Shall we get started, Mistress?” \n\n\nThe crowd murmured. Mirrix’s face went red as her big ears dropped. She regained her composure with a nod, clearing her throat as she took the collar. “Do you desire to submit to me?” She asked as though no one was watching. At Alice’s nod she continued with the lessons she’d taught the goblin, “What is your safeword? What are your limits? What are you interested in trying?” \n\n\n“My safeword is the standard set of the club. Red for stop, yellow to slow down, and green to continue. My hard limits are scat, urine, vomit, blood, and unsafe sex. I would like to try breathplay with you.”\n\n\n“Good. Expose your neck.” \n\n\nAlice straightened herself, pulling her purple hair up to leave her neck bare. Mirrix latched the collar on carefully, making sure it wasn’t so loose as to bounce around frivolously and not too tight to hamper her breathing. Not yet, she hoped. It nestled neatly into the fluff of her neck, the weight a reminder that it was foreign yet desired. It had been far too long since she last felt its weight. \n\n\n“Alice, strip for the class.” Mirrix’s command was swift but neutral. Alice obeyed without complaint, sliding out of her yoga pants to reveal no panties underneath, and no bra under her top when she slipped it off. She didn’t bother to hide her smirk at the lustful eyes staring down at her. \n\n\n“Why’s it three words?” One of the goblins asked, raising their hand up a second after. “I thought safewords were just one word? Like Banana.”\n\n\nMirrix grimaced, “I didn’t open for questions yet,” One cast glance at Alice had her sighing, “Right, right, lesson. Normally a safeword is just one word, but when playing with someone new it’s best to have a three-word system. A new partner doesn’t know your kinks, doesn’t know your methods or tempo. It takes time to develop a relationship where just one safeword is key.”\n\n\n“So why three?” Another goblin asked without bothering to raise her hand, “Why not the first two, red and yellow? She can’t be shouting green all the time.”\n\n\n“Also, why ain’t it blue? Green seems a bit personal.”\n\n\n“Because it’s stoplights you git,” Mirrix’s accent dropped for a moment. “And green is for me.”\n\n\n“But you are green,” Added another.\n\n\n“Oh for the love of…safewords aren’t just to keep the submissive safe. They’re for the dom too.”\n\n\nA different goblin, this one in a business suit with a skirt, chuckled dismissively, “Why would a dom need a safeword? They control the scene.”\n\n\nMirrix clenched her fists. Alice clutched one tight, letting her relax in the goat’s hold. “Because you can worry if you’re going too hard. I know plenty of us don’t do commitment, but this isn’t just a fuck where the body’s meant to enjoy it. Pain with pleasure is still pain, it’s an art form you need to balance or else you risk hurting the other. That can be intimidating to a lot of doms, so they need a safeword to stop, and a safeword to know they’re ok to continue.”\n\n\n“You gonna show us how it works?” One goblin asked. Mirrix shot a look at her, then glanced over to Alice. The goat smiled, trusting her dominant. This was all for a lesson, not just for play. Though that was a bonus.\n\n\nSo when Mirrix pulled a switchblade seemingly out of nowhere, Alice stayed silent until the flat of the blade patted her skin. “Red,” She spoke not with authority but assurance, loud enough without shouting to make sure everyone heard her. \n\n\nMirrix pulled the knife away with both hands up. “It’s that simple. She says the safeword, we stop.”\n\n\n“What if you want to egg them on?” Another goblin asked. \n\n\n“Then you don’t use the safeword,” Mirrix snapped. “This is a verbal contract. If you break it, you aren’t fit to dominate. If you’re submitting,” a few goblins cast scared glances with rosy cheeks, “then you shouldn’t ever be afraid to use your safeword.”\n\n\n“But what if we still want to play?” \n\n\nShe looked to Alice, “Alice, do you wish to continue?”\n\n\nThe goat smiled and bowed her head ever so slightly. “Yes, Mistress,” Her spine tingled with delight at the word. From the angle of her gaze Mirrix’s jockstrap looked a little tighter in response. \n\n\n“Good,” The goblin matriarch cleared her throat, “It’s just like that. You talk it out like adults. I’m certain at least some of you know how to act like one.” Several goblins snickered at the prospect. Those long nights of Mirrix complaining about family made all the more sense now. She pushed those thoughts aside at her partner’s next command.\n\n\n“Stand up and spread your legs,” Mirrix took a riding crop and paced before the goat. Alice raised herself off her knees, spreading her legs open. Eyes locked onto her exposed pussy or her free tits. She’d never been one to shy away from attention but rarely had it ever been as a submissive. The hungry gazes sent warm goosebumps underneath her fur. \n\n\nThe riding crop cracked against her inner thigh. Not hard enough to hurt, Mirrix knew how to punish and how to direct. “Wider. Give them all a view,” she ordered. Alice spread her legs shoulder-length apart, then wider and wider until she had to squat to keep balance. Some goblins braced their crotches at the display, nursing tenting erections like they weren’t meant to be up. \n\n\n“Finger yourself,” Mirrix commanded. Alice didn’t hesitate, though she did bite her lip as the crowd watched two fingers drag across her folds. It’d been ages since she’d used just her fingers and the awkward position made it difficult. But it wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about submitting to the whims of another. \n\n\n“Tell me when you’re close,” Mirrix pulled a chair from the crowd, planting it right beside the goat. 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Alice imagined the rest of the tribe boring down on her to relieve themselves, and in the back of her mind, she would have welcomed it just for the release.\n\n\n“Stop,” Mirrix said. The goblin returned with a bundle of black silk rope, a blindfold, a big red ballgag, a leather hood, a gasmask with special tubing and a pump, and several clothespins. Alice noticed these after her legs gave out with the sudden orgasm rocking through her. Her juices formed a small puddle between her legs, unable to reflect the shame of failure across her face. \n\n\n“Did I say you could cum?” Mirrix asked, playing up a chastising tone. \n\n\n“No, Mistress,” Alice bowed her head. \n\n\nThe goblin turned to the crowd, some of which were still in the throes of stroking and fingering themselves. “Punishment in play is an odd thing. You want to reprimand your submissive, but you also want to have fun. Yet having fun might encourage the submissive to misbehave to do it again, turning punishment into what we like to call, funishment. Granted, sometimes funishment is the goal. Alice here has never been good at holding it in, I knew she’d break eventually.”\n\n\n“Ain’t that unfair to her?” One goblin asked, raising a hand with two wet fingers. \n\n\nMirrix turned to Alice, “Is it, Alice?” \n\n\nWith a wry smile, she nodded, “It is, but I’ve not said my safeword. Half the fun of being on the bottom is being punished. It helps justify the dynamic in play.”\n\n\nOne goblin tried to speak up but stopped herself to raise her hand. “So how are you going to punish her?” She asked when Mirrix pointed to her. “A spanking?”\n\n\nHer butt tightened at the prospect. Mirrix shook her head, “No. No, she’d like that too much. Alice, do you see the mess you’ve made?” She pointed to the tiny puddle. The goblin smiled as her partner nodded. “Clean it up. On your knees.” \n\n\nOwning a BDSM club meant keeping it immaculate. Alice knew her floor was clean enough to eat off of, having spared no expense in the cleaning crews and her personal touch. Yet the idea of lapping out her juices from the cold hard concrete filled her with an odd sense of revulsion. Not the kind that she’d shiver and hurl, but one where all the reasons her body told her it was bad was like adding gasoline to a fire. \n\n\nShe dropped to her knees at the rush of humiliation. With her nose to the floor she lapped up her juices, mixing the sour taste of her juices with the cold concrete. Mirrix put her boot to her head when she finished to keep her down.\n\n\n“And what do we say?”\n\n\n“Thank you, Mistress,” Alice spoke with a shivering glee. It nearly erupted at her student’s praise. No, not student. In this moment their dynamic was no longer master and apprentice. Mirrix had passed what she deemed worthy. \n\n\nAllowed to stand, Mirrix looped the black rope into a harness around Alice’s body. At each pull, she asked if it was too tight or too loose, which garnered a question from the audience. “Because I don’t want to hurt her outside of my control. I want her restrained, not clotting.”\n\n\nAlice felt the ropes dig into her fur and skin with every breath. It tightened around her breasts and grew damp between her legs. Once her arms were secured behind Mirrix pulled the hood over her head, then locked the gag behind her teeth.\n\n\n“I promise,” she whispered into the right ear as she plugged the left, “You are safe,”\n\n\nSensory deprivation was a difficult tactic. Blocking the ears to nullify sound was more on the extreme end, allowing Alice to sink deeper into the dark with the click of the blindfold against the hood’s buttons. All she had for direction was Mirrix’s touch that led her to kneel. For a moment there was nothing but the hard ground and muffled words. A quick tap from the goblin reminded Alice to raise two fingers as her safety signal. She’d need to chastise her for not bringing this up to the goblins until after she was hooded. \n\n\nThen came the touch. The tiny pinprick of sharp nails trailed along her body. Her nipples tightened, and her breathing slowed. Tiny fingers slipped between her breasts and trailed around to pull her nipples. Pull, twist, slap, suckle, and bite. \n\n\nThen came the smell. The twisted combination of cunt and cock looming close. By her collar Mirrix pulled her down, brushing her nose against the goblin’s erection. Her tongue bashed fruitlessly against her gag to taste the rod. Mirrix knew this, rubbing the goat’s nose in degrading glee she could not see. \n\n\nThen came the hands. Several pairs rushed upon her. She knew Mirrix held her carefully, whispering sweet nothings she could sparsely make out in her covered ears. It stilled her for the grabbing mittens playing with her tits, calming her from every pull, twist, slap, suckle, and bite. Cocks pressed against her tits, her stomach, and even her face. The crowd had descended upon her, with only her gag, ropes, and Mirrix’s authority shielding her from the worst of it. \n\n\nA small part of her wish they pushed past even that. \n\n\n“They want to fuck you now,” Mirrix whispered, removing the plug from her ears. “Seeing you like this has gotten them all riled up. And you know by experience how hard it is to get a goblin to calm down. Do you want it?” she clamped the goat’s fat tit like a lump of clay, “Do you want to be the tribal fucktoy?” \n\n\nRound rubber muffled her desperate agreement. She nodded with enthusiasm, gasping and stretching her jaw as Mirrix removed the gag. The taste of cock wafted through the air. \n\n\n“Why do we gotta use condoms?” One goblin complained, “We ain’t fucking her cunt, not like she’ll get pregnant from her mouth.”\n\n\n“And we don’t have any STDs either,” another shouted, “Boss was sure to make sure we all got checked.”\n\n\n“You’re wearing condoms because I fucking said so,” Mirrix stamped her boot down, “So either pull ‘em on, or get out of the line.”\n\n\nDespite the grumbling, she heard the snap of latex as a line formed. The first goblin stammered softly to herself, “Um…G-Get fucked…bitch,” What she lacked in conviction she overcompensated in size. Alice needed a moment to adjust as the fat log slipped down her throat. The mystery goblin was inexperienced but Alice didn’t mind putting in the work of bobbing down the shaft and layering her tongue along the condom-covered member. The poor thing almost fainted from her orgasm. Alice worried she might choke on the condom with how heavy it became. \n\n\nThe next goblin seemed the opposite. Her member was small but she rammed it in Alice as if the goat was an object. Both hands gripped the hood tight for powerful thrusts that bobbed her balls against the goat’s chin. “Take it. Fuck yeah. Take it, slut,” She said, sounding more like talking to herself than Alice. \n\n\nBig and small, thin and thick, a wide variety of goblins used her mouth. In between newcomers, she heard the wet slapping and pleasured grunts of sex behind her. “Sorry, but an orgy was bound to happen,” Mirrix whispered as the last goblin finished, “They’re all worked up and fucking each other, so the class is on pause. Of course I could try to get them in line, but…” leather gloved hands groped her breasts, squeezing them until the goat squeaked, “I’m thinking we enjoyed ourselves instead. Never had you at my mercy before. What do ya say?”\n\n\nA smile crept up her lips. “I say it’s about time, Mistress.”\n\n\nHer partner paused, then chuckled, “Fuck, I really am blind, aren’t I?”\n\n\nAlice was about to argue that she was wearing the hood and blindfold, but Mirrix pushed her to the floor before she could. Legs spread, the goblin layered kisses and small bites up both thighs before pulling away the drenched rope covering her partner’s cunt. Her flattened tongue lapped slowly along her folds, dragging until she could suckle the raging clit waiting. \n\n\nThis wasn’t their first time together, though prior times were more equal or in Alice’s favor and atop a bed. Even so, Mirrix knew her weakspots, knew where to tease until the hooded goat was begging to go past foreplay. Mirrix delivered, but not before adding a pair of chained clamps to her nipples and strapping on the breathplay gasmask over her face with the special pump hanging off the side.\n\n\nThe goblin’s cock was considered average by everyone else. Alice never liked that term. She preferred perfect, as it hit everywhere she liked without the pain of someone too large. \n\n\nWith a squeeze Mirrix cut off her air by the pump. She sank inside, each inch punctuated with burning lungs. Air returned with her thrusts, slow and steady but growing deeper with every piston. \n\n\n“You know what I can’t wait to see?” Mirrix cut off her oxygen again and then tugged at the nipple chain. “I just know someone in my tribe is going to get the wrong idea and try to dom you, ignoring everything. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do to make them regret it. Stomp on their nuts? Tan their green ass red? Hell, maybe you’ll deny them until their balls turn blue. That’ll be a treat.”\n\n\nThe air came and went in intervals, never too long for concern but enough to notice the pattern. Mirrix picked up the pace when she squeezed the bag, even going as far to flick, pinch, and rub the goat’s clit. Pain accompanied the air’s return, from a firm bite or slap against her breasts, to a sharp tug against her nipple chains. Combined with the slower thrusts and her breathing moments became agony. \n\n\nThen came the surge. Mirrix caught it coming before she did and cut off her air. Alice writhed with squeezed lungs as her body rippled with pleasure, sucking in something, anything, on reflex. Her back bent, legs buckled, and nipples strained by the chain as her Mistress held them in place. Air returned on the last legs of the orgasm, leaving her gasping for breath like a fish on dry land. \n\n\n“Enjoy it?” Mirrix asked, smiling with the knowledge she was right. She’d yet to pull out, and returned to her thrusts at Alice’s nod, “Good. Cause we’re not done.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\n“For fucks sake, how do they stain concrete?” Mirrix rubbed her washcloth into the wet splotch with the intensity of creating a fire with two sticks. She’d been working that specific spot for all of five minutes, swearing under her breath in what Alice presumed to be her native language. \n\n\nShe shared the sentiment. Mirrix’s tribe promised to help clean the mess they made in their orgy, but as time went by they snuck out unnoticed. In retrospect, Alice should have noticed how easy it’d become to mop without hitting a goblin, but the stains took most of her attention. \n\n\n“It must be something in their bodily fluids,” she thought, ending that idea before considering what that meant for her if a condom ever broke. \n\n\nMirrix sighed. The goblin had tossed her leather gear aside to clean naked, leaving her cock flopping around and her balls visible whenever she bent over. The sadist in Alice wanted to kick them just to see what sort of pitch her friend would squeal. She nudged the goblin aside instead, adding her mop to the stain removal. \n\n\n“I’m gonna string them up by their balls,” Mirrix uttered, “Bunch of ingrates leaving us to do the dirty work.”\n\n\n“I’d like to see that,” Alice mused aloud. \n\n\nGreen cheeks turned rosy red. “I could, um, record it maybe?”\n\n\n“How about you do it here? Tell them that they need to put on a spectacle for a scene if they want to be allowed back in. I’ve always wanted to see a living Newton’s Cradle in action.”\n\n\n“So you’re not mad?” Mirrix asked after a moment. \n\n\nAlice shook her head, “No, I’m mad. But I’m focusing my anger out on these stains. Besides, I wasn’t that interested in your tribe joining my club.”\n\n\nMirrix’s ears dropped. “Oh…wait, so why the show?”\n\n\nAlice turned, crouched, and poked her friend’s nose, “Oh that was a test, dear. There are few people I trust to hold my leash. And you’ve made that short list.”\n\n\nMirrix leaned into her mop, pondering for several seconds. Then her eyes went wide. Alice nodded at the sudden sharp gaze toward her, following with a trail of her finger around her neck. The goblin’s cock shot up.\n\n\n“Can we…uh…take a break?” She asked.\n\n\nAlice grinned. “Is that a request, or an order, Mistress?\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There was a pressure to appearances.


Alice pondered on this as she set up her little classroom. It wasn’t fair to call it that, since when people hear the word ‘classroom’ they think about schools, desks, chalkboards, and maybe a teacher with a domineering tone and a measuring stick to function as an impromptu cane if one was feeling aroused enough. Not the concrete floor of Nightrose, her BDSM club, which she littered with small plastic chairs lined up in neat rows and a single table she put out for whatever topics came up.


It wasn’t the first time her space had been used for learning. The club had been a meeting place for discussions, lessons, and, of course, for play. She intended that when starting it, wanting to foster a community of kinksters supporting one another. But the weight of leadership had its toll, and the image of taking charge couldn’t be ignored in the community. Sure there were kinksters of various positions heading small subcommunities or volunteer groups. But for the goat? They expected her to look the part for being in charge.


In her defense, she couldn’t blame them. She liked the look. From the black elbow-length opera gloves, the glossy boots for her heels, and her choice between shiny black tops or corsets, she looked like the spitting image of a dominatrix. And she liked the role. Few things gave her a rush like making a pretty boy, girl, in between, or neither, beg under her whip. Few things that made her chew her lip when bodies quivered with eagerness at the touch of her latex-covered fingers. Few things beat being dominant.


It was the monotony that hurt it. Some preferred one role all the time. Alice, despite what people claimed, was not one of them. There were nights she craved to be on her knees with another’s finger possessively looped around the ring of her collar. Sessions she desired to be tied up and left to the mercy of others. But switching to a sub required trust, more than she believed being a dom. Only her closest companions were allowed to try it.


And few could do it regularly.


A pitched whistle echoed from the front door. “Dressed to impress I see,” A goblin stepped into view. Her lime green skin was accentuated by her short buzzed black hair, dark leather jacket, baggy jeans, and black leather boots that glistened with a fresh shine.


Alice smiled at the goblin’s approach. “I dress in what’s comfortable, Mirrix.”


“Most people have pajamas for comfort, not dominatrix attire,” She grabbed the last chair on the back row and dragged it to the front where she flipped it backward and sat, leaning forward on the chair’s back. As expected, the chair fit the goblin perfectly, meaning the other guests would have no issue. The last thing Alice wanted was to make her student’s tribe uncomfortable.


“Are we most people?” Alice asked. Mirrix blushed. The goat considered towering over the goblin to punctuate her dominance. But that wasn’t what she planned to play with today. “You’re here early,” she said, changing the subject, “Should I expect your tribe soon?”


Mirrix scratched her head, “No, no. I just…just wanted to make sure I’m prepared. It’s the first time I’ve done this with them.”


“Don’t goblins have orgies regularly?” Alice used to consider that offensive but Mirrix told her it was common. What was offensive was people barging in thinking goblins were easy. If a goblin is ever easy, it’s only on their terms.


Mirrix balanced her hand like a scale, “Eh…they’re pretty vanilla.”


“Orgies aren’t vanilla.”


“The acts in them are. It ain’t a bdsm orgy is what I’m saying, and I’m worried they’ll find the idea too restrictive when it’s explained.”


Alice noticed Mirrix’s smile drop halfway. A slip of her mask. Goblins were known to be an extroverted and excitable group, one where leadership came from the most outwardly confident rather than the strongest or the smartest. This, unfortunately, led to a culture of faking confidence for status, and Mirrix was one of the few goblins that Alice knew who showed her true feelings in private.


“Why?” the goat asked.


“Well, bondage is restrictive by its nature.”


Alice chuckled but shook her head. “No, Mirrix, why are you nervous? You know how to act in front of a crowd.”


Her half-smile fell completely. The goblin ground her foot against the concrete, scratching her head. “I’ve never been vulnerable in front of a crowd. Even in orgies, I’m always pitching, so I’ve never had to worry about the gals seeing me submit. It ain’t unreasonable to think that they’ll see me differently if I kiss your hooves.”


At that, Alice grinned, “Well, it’s fortunate that they won’t be seeing that.” Mirrix blinked, her face blank for one moment then eyes like saucers the next. She always found that red made the goblin’s green stand out on her face. “Did I not mention this before?”


“N-No!” Mirrix’s voice cracked, “I-I mean, know you haven’t. B-But you’re the owner of this place.”


“And?”


“And…and they might not respect you if they–”


Alice straightened her spine, raising her voice to command the authority Mirrix expected. “I care not for their respect, Mirrix. My concern is your confidence. If you wish to show them how this subculture works, then I need you to be at the wheel, not in the passenger’s seat. Don’t act like the last year as my apprentice has been for nothing.”


The goblin’s eyes darted away, fists squeezing the chair in anxious tension. Alice kneeled to stare her friend directly in the eye. “You’ve trusted me from the beginning, dear. Know that the feeling is mutual.”


She gulped down her fears. “And you…want to submit?”


“Mirrix, honey, sweet thing, I’m a switch. If I can’t sub then how can I be a decent dom?”




***




Mirrix’s tribe arrived two hours later, which was an hour after they were supposed to. Mirrix snapped at them for being late, but each had their excuse for why. Most of it involved being stuck fucking someone which Mirrix didn’t want to fault. Alice could, but she decided to play the good host and be polite to her guests.


She didn’t expect them to be so varied. Alice had never seen a modern goblin tribe. They were smaller in today’s climate. What was once families of five hundred strong blood-relatives had been reduced to twenty or so friends forged into a unique bond. Some dressed like they came out of high-powered business meetings, others dressed like blue-collar workers, and more looked like they were in university by the stuffed backpacks. There were one or two that didn’t look to be in education, employment, or training, having come inside with clothes they slept in. Alice held in her sigh at the sight of them. The job market may have been tough but that didn’t excuse poor habits.


Alice, at Mirrix’s request, had changed to something more presentable before they arrived. Not that she agreed with the goblin’s take that submitting while dressed as a dominatrix was bad, but whatever helped her friend at ease. She’d taken to a casual top and slip-on yoga pants for ease to take off. Enough of Mirrix’s tribe glanced at her that she fluttered her purple hair and winked, eager to see their reactions. Enough seemed tempted.


“You’re all late,” Mirrix proclaimed the obvious with disappointment. Her tribe grumbled, crossing their arms, rolling their heads, or eyeing one another as if to find some excuse. “What did I say about this event? I want to hear it.”


Mirrix perked her ears. In poorly coordinated unison, the goblins half-heartedly said, “That we need to be gracious to the host.”


“And is being late gracious?”


“No,” the tribe said, with the kind of annoyance one got from a crowd of teenagers.


Alice, finding the whole thing excessive, opened her mouth to speak. Mirrix gave her a sharp glance that told her not to utter a single word against her authority. Combined with the new attire of assless chaps with a latex jockstrap, and a leather harness with nothing else worn underneath her leather jacket, Alice had to admit she found it arousing.


“So, you’re all going to apologize before we get started.” The goblin raised her hand before the rest could utter a word, “Not at me, ya ingrates. To her. Bow your heads like you mean it.”


“Your apologies are appreciated,” Alice said after the goblins bowed, “I hope none of you mind staying later as we have plenty to talk about. Shall we begin?”


“Yeah! Let’s start competitive sex!” One of the NEET goblins shouted. Everyone started at her, save for Mirrix who coughed and Alice who stared at her friend.


“I…I uh…” Mirrix twiddled her fingers, blushing softly, “I told them that BDSM was like some advanced form of sex to get them invested.”


“Did you say it was competitive?” Alice raised her brow.


“For goblins, dominance and submission is competitive.”


“Oh…then we have much to work with.”


Clearing her throat and straightening her posture, Alice spoke with the composure of a teacher and a dom, the kind whose voice echoes across the room and demands attention without punishment. “I’m sure some of you have watched videos of BDSM online. I’m almost certain none of you have watched anything of it outside of porn,” that got a few sneers and she couldn’t blame them. BDSM as a fetish was nearly impossible to express outside of erotic content. It made explaining the ins and outs all the more important. “For starters, I want to clarify that there is nothing competitive about BDSM. What you enter with your play partner is a mutual contract of respect and trust. Without it neither can feel safe against the whip or when holding the reins.”


She pulled a collar from her pocket. Black leather. The crowd’s attention rose at the sight of it. “I think it’s best I give you all an example of how such a dynamic works.”


All ears perked at the sound of metal unclasping. Their beady eyes watched with curiosity and trepidation as Alice unfurled the collar. She smiled, kneeled against the black carpet across the concrete floor, and handed the collar to Mirrix. “Shall we get started, Mistress?”


The crowd murmured. Mirrix’s face went red as her big ears dropped. She regained her composure with a nod, clearing her throat as she took the collar. “Do you desire to submit to me?” She asked as though no one was watching. At Alice’s nod she continued with the lessons she’d taught the goblin, “What is your safeword? What are your limits? What are you interested in trying?”


“My safeword is the standard set of the club. Red for stop, yellow to slow down, and green to continue. My hard limits are scat, urine, vomit, blood, and unsafe sex. I would like to try breathplay with you.”


“Good. Expose your neck.”


Alice straightened herself, pulling her purple hair up to leave her neck bare. Mirrix latched the collar on carefully, making sure it wasn’t so loose as to bounce around frivolously and not too tight to hamper her breathing. Not yet, she hoped. It nestled neatly into the fluff of her neck, the weight a reminder that it was foreign yet desired. It had been far too long since she last felt its weight.


“Alice, strip for the class.” Mirrix’s command was swift but neutral. Alice obeyed without complaint, sliding out of her yoga pants to reveal no panties underneath, and no bra under her top when she slipped it off. She didn’t bother to hide her smirk at the lustful eyes staring down at her.


“Why’s it three words?” One of the goblins asked, raising their hand up a second after. “I thought safewords were just one word? Like Banana.”


Mirrix grimaced, “I didn’t open for questions yet,” One cast glance at Alice had her sighing, “Right, right, lesson. Normally a safeword is just one word, but when playing with someone new it’s best to have a three-word system. A new partner doesn’t know your kinks, doesn’t know your methods or tempo. It takes time to develop a relationship where just one safeword is key.”


“So why three?” Another goblin asked without bothering to raise her hand, “Why not the first two, red and yellow? She can’t be shouting green all the time.”


“Also, why ain’t it blue? Green seems a bit personal.”


“Because it’s stoplights you git,” Mirrix’s accent dropped for a moment. “And green is for me.”


“But you are green,” Added another.


“Oh for the love of…safewords aren’t just to keep the submissive safe. They’re for the dom too.”


A different goblin, this one in a business suit with a skirt, chuckled dismissively, “Why would a dom need a safeword? They control the scene.”


Mirrix clenched her fists. Alice clutched one tight, letting her relax in the goat’s hold. “Because you can worry if you’re going too hard. I know plenty of us don’t do commitment, but this isn’t just a fuck where the body’s meant to enjoy it. Pain with pleasure is still pain, it’s an art form you need to balance or else you risk hurting the other. That can be intimidating to a lot of doms, so they need a safeword to stop, and a safeword to know they’re ok to continue.”


“You gonna show us how it works?” One goblin asked. Mirrix shot a look at her, then glanced over to Alice. The goat smiled, trusting her dominant. This was all for a lesson, not just for play. Though that was a bonus.


So when Mirrix pulled a switchblade seemingly out of nowhere, Alice stayed silent until the flat of the blade patted her skin. “Red,” She spoke not with authority but assurance, loud enough without shouting to make sure everyone heard her.


Mirrix pulled the knife away with both hands up. “It’s that simple. She says the safeword, we stop.”


“What if you want to egg them on?” Another goblin asked.


“Then you don’t use the safeword,” Mirrix snapped. “This is a verbal contract. If you break it, you aren’t fit to dominate. If you’re submitting,” a few goblins cast scared glances with rosy cheeks, “then you shouldn’t ever be afraid to use your safeword.”


“But what if we still want to play?”


She looked to Alice, “Alice, do you wish to continue?”


The goat smiled and bowed her head ever so slightly. “Yes, Mistress,” Her spine tingled with delight at the word. From the angle of her gaze Mirrix’s jockstrap looked a little tighter in response.


“Good,” The goblin matriarch cleared her throat, “It’s just like that. You talk it out like adults. I’m certain at least some of you know how to act like one.” Several goblins snickered at the prospect. Those long nights of Mirrix complaining about family made all the more sense now. She pushed those thoughts aside at her partner’s next command.


“Stand up and spread your legs,” Mirrix took a riding crop and paced before the goat. Alice raised herself off her knees, spreading her legs open. Eyes locked onto her exposed pussy or her free tits. She’d never been one to shy away from attention but rarely had it ever been as a submissive. The hungry gazes sent warm goosebumps underneath her fur.


The riding crop cracked against her inner thigh. Not hard enough to hurt, Mirrix knew how to punish and how to direct. “Wider. Give them all a view,” she ordered. Alice spread her legs shoulder-length apart, then wider and wider until she had to squat to keep balance. Some goblins braced their crotches at the display, nursing tenting erections like they weren’t meant to be up.


“Finger yourself,” Mirrix commanded. Alice didn’t hesitate, though she did bite her lip as the crowd watched two fingers drag across her folds. It’d been ages since she’d used just her fingers and the awkward position made it difficult. But it wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about submitting to the whims of another.


“Tell me when you’re close,” Mirrix pulled a chair from the crowd, planting it right beside the goat. Alice took deep breaths with her nod, slowly building the rhythm. Concrete carried the sound of her huffs and wet fingering through the space, bouncing off the walls back to her. Chairs screeched as goblins adjusted for a better view, some pulled out their cocks as they remembered where they were and started pumping. In just a few short minutes Mirrix had brought everyone to silence with two simple commands.


Her voice cracked. “I’m close,” she said.


“Ask for my permission,” Mirrix said, slipping her cock out. The green shaft was half-hard and rising at the display.


“May…May I please cum, mistress?” Alice asked, slowing herself to stay in line.


“No,” Mirrix began to stroke her cock, “Keep fingering yourself. Don’t cum.”


Several goblins in the audience were stroking now, some harder than others. They licked their lips and leaned forward with hungry lustful gazes. Mirrix stopped and left her chair, “Keep at it,” she said, leaving the room momentarily. Alice imagined the rest of the tribe boring down on her to relieve themselves, and in the back of her mind, she would have welcomed it just for the release.


“Stop,” Mirrix said. The goblin returned with a bundle of black silk rope, a blindfold, a big red ballgag, a leather hood, a gasmask with special tubing and a pump, and several clothespins. Alice noticed these after her legs gave out with the sudden orgasm rocking through her. Her juices formed a small puddle between her legs, unable to reflect the shame of failure across her face.


“Did I say you could cum?” Mirrix asked, playing up a chastising tone.


“No, Mistress,” Alice bowed her head.


The goblin turned to the crowd, some of which were still in the throes of stroking and fingering themselves. “Punishment in play is an odd thing. You want to reprimand your submissive, but you also want to have fun. Yet having fun might encourage the submissive to misbehave to do it again, turning punishment into what we like to call, funishment. Granted, sometimes funishment is the goal. Alice here has never been good at holding it in, I knew she’d break eventually.”


“Ain’t that unfair to her?” One goblin asked, raising a hand with two wet fingers.


Mirrix turned to Alice, “Is it, Alice?”


With a wry smile, she nodded, “It is, but I’ve not said my safeword. Half the fun of being on the bottom is being punished. It helps justify the dynamic in play.”


One goblin tried to speak up but stopped herself to raise her hand. “So how are you going to punish her?” She asked when Mirrix pointed to her. “A spanking?”


Her butt tightened at the prospect. Mirrix shook her head, “No. No, she’d like that too much. Alice, do you see the mess you’ve made?” She pointed to the tiny puddle. The goblin smiled as her partner nodded. “Clean it up. On your knees.”


Owning a BDSM club meant keeping it immaculate. Alice knew her floor was clean enough to eat off of, having spared no expense in the cleaning crews and her personal touch. Yet the idea of lapping out her juices from the cold hard concrete filled her with an odd sense of revulsion. Not the kind that she’d shiver and hurl, but one where all the reasons her body told her it was bad was like adding gasoline to a fire.


She dropped to her knees at the rush of humiliation. With her nose to the floor she lapped up her juices, mixing the sour taste of her juices with the cold concrete. Mirrix put her boot to her head when she finished to keep her down.


“And what do we say?”


“Thank you, Mistress,” Alice spoke with a shivering glee. It nearly erupted at her student’s praise. No, not student. In this moment their dynamic was no longer master and apprentice. Mirrix had passed what she deemed worthy.


Allowed to stand, Mirrix looped the black rope into a harness around Alice’s body. At each pull, she asked if it was too tight or too loose, which garnered a question from the audience. “Because I don’t want to hurt her outside of my control. I want her restrained, not clotting.”


Alice felt the ropes dig into her fur and skin with every breath. It tightened around her breasts and grew damp between her legs. Once her arms were secured behind Mirrix pulled the hood over her head, then locked the gag behind her teeth.


“I promise,” she whispered into the right ear as she plugged the left, “You are safe,”


Sensory deprivation was a difficult tactic. Blocking the ears to nullify sound was more on the extreme end, allowing Alice to sink deeper into the dark with the click of the blindfold against the hood’s buttons. All she had for direction was Mirrix’s touch that led her to kneel. For a moment there was nothing but the hard ground and muffled words. A quick tap from the goblin reminded Alice to raise two fingers as her safety signal. She’d need to chastise her for not bringing this up to the goblins until after she was hooded.


Then came the touch. The tiny pinprick of sharp nails trailed along her body. Her nipples tightened, and her breathing slowed. Tiny fingers slipped between her breasts and trailed around to pull her nipples. Pull, twist, slap, suckle, and bite.


Then came the smell. The twisted combination of cunt and cock looming close. By her collar Mirrix pulled her down, brushing her nose against the goblin’s erection. Her tongue bashed fruitlessly against her gag to taste the rod. Mirrix knew this, rubbing the goat’s nose in degrading glee she could not see.


Then came the hands. Several pairs rushed upon her. She knew Mirrix held her carefully, whispering sweet nothings she could sparsely make out in her covered ears. It stilled her for the grabbing mittens playing with her tits, calming her from every pull, twist, slap, suckle, and bite. Cocks pressed against her tits, her stomach, and even her face. The crowd had descended upon her, with only her gag, ropes, and Mirrix’s authority shielding her from the worst of it.


A small part of her wish they pushed past even that.


“They want to fuck you now,” Mirrix whispered, removing the plug from her ears. “Seeing you like this has gotten them all riled up. And you know by experience how hard it is to get a goblin to calm down. Do you want it?” she clamped the goat’s fat tit like a lump of clay, “Do you want to be the tribal fucktoy?”


Round rubber muffled her desperate agreement. She nodded with enthusiasm, gasping and stretching her jaw as Mirrix removed the gag. The taste of cock wafted through the air.


“Why do we gotta use condoms?” One goblin complained, “We ain’t fucking her cunt, not like she’ll get pregnant from her mouth.”


“And we don’t have any STDs either,” another shouted, “Boss was sure to make sure we all got checked.”


“You’re wearing condoms because I fucking said so,” Mirrix stamped her boot down, “So either pull ‘em on, or get out of the line.”


Despite the grumbling, she heard the snap of latex as a line formed. The first goblin stammered softly to herself, “Um…G-Get fucked…bitch,” What she lacked in conviction she overcompensated in size. Alice needed a moment to adjust as the fat log slipped down her throat. The mystery goblin was inexperienced but Alice didn’t mind putting in the work of bobbing down the shaft and layering her tongue along the condom-covered member. The poor thing almost fainted from her orgasm. Alice worried she might choke on the condom with how heavy it became.


The next goblin seemed the opposite. Her member was small but she rammed it in Alice as if the goat was an object. Both hands gripped the hood tight for powerful thrusts that bobbed her balls against the goat’s chin. “Take it. Fuck yeah. Take it, slut,” She said, sounding more like talking to herself than Alice.


Big and small, thin and thick, a wide variety of goblins used her mouth. In between newcomers, she heard the wet slapping and pleasured grunts of sex behind her. “Sorry, but an orgy was bound to happen,” Mirrix whispered as the last goblin finished, “They’re all worked up and fucking each other, so the class is on pause. Of course I could try to get them in line, but…” leather gloved hands groped her breasts, squeezing them until the goat squeaked, “I’m thinking we enjoyed ourselves instead. Never had you at my mercy before. What do ya say?”


A smile crept up her lips. “I say it’s about time, Mistress.”


Her partner paused, then chuckled, “Fuck, I really am blind, aren’t I?”


Alice was about to argue that she was wearing the hood and blindfold, but Mirrix pushed her to the floor before she could. Legs spread, the goblin layered kisses and small bites up both thighs before pulling away the drenched rope covering her partner’s cunt. Her flattened tongue lapped slowly along her folds, dragging until she could suckle the raging clit waiting.


This wasn’t their first time together, though prior times were more equal or in Alice’s favor and atop a bed. Even so, Mirrix knew her weakspots, knew where to tease until the hooded goat was begging to go past foreplay. Mirrix delivered, but not before adding a pair of chained clamps to her nipples and strapping on the breathplay gasmask over her face with the special pump hanging off the side.


The goblin’s cock was considered average by everyone else. Alice never liked that term. She preferred perfect, as it hit everywhere she liked without the pain of someone too large.


With a squeeze Mirrix cut off her air by the pump. She sank inside, each inch punctuated with burning lungs. Air returned with her thrusts, slow and steady but growing deeper with every piston.


“You know what I can’t wait to see?” Mirrix cut off her oxygen again and then tugged at the nipple chain. “I just know someone in my tribe is going to get the wrong idea and try to dom you, ignoring everything. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do to make them regret it. Stomp on their nuts? Tan their green ass red? Hell, maybe you’ll deny them until their balls turn blue. That’ll be a treat.”


The air came and went in intervals, never too long for concern but enough to notice the pattern. Mirrix picked up the pace when she squeezed the bag, even going as far to flick, pinch, and rub the goat’s clit. Pain accompanied the air’s return, from a firm bite or slap against her breasts, to a sharp tug against her nipple chains. Combined with the slower thrusts and her breathing moments became agony.


Then came the surge. Mirrix caught it coming before she did and cut off her air. Alice writhed with squeezed lungs as her body rippled with pleasure, sucking in something, anything, on reflex. Her back bent, legs buckled, and nipples strained by the chain as her Mistress held them in place. Air returned on the last legs of the orgasm, leaving her gasping for breath like a fish on dry land.


“Enjoy it?” Mirrix asked, smiling with the knowledge she was right. She’d yet to pull out, and returned to her thrusts at Alice’s nod, “Good. Cause we’re not done.”




***




“For fucks sake, how do they stain concrete?” Mirrix rubbed her washcloth into the wet splotch with the intensity of creating a fire with two sticks. She’d been working that specific spot for all of five minutes, swearing under her breath in what Alice presumed to be her native language.


She shared the sentiment. Mirrix’s tribe promised to help clean the mess they made in their orgy, but as time went by they snuck out unnoticed. In retrospect, Alice should have noticed how easy it’d become to mop without hitting a goblin, but the stains took most of her attention.


“It must be something in their bodily fluids,” she thought, ending that idea before considering what that meant for her if a condom ever broke.


Mirrix sighed. The goblin had tossed her leather gear aside to clean naked, leaving her cock flopping around and her balls visible whenever she bent over. The sadist in Alice wanted to kick them just to see what sort of pitch her friend would squeal. She nudged the goblin aside instead, adding her mop to the stain removal.


“I’m gonna string them up by their balls,” Mirrix uttered, “Bunch of ingrates leaving us to do the dirty work.”


“I’d like to see that,” Alice mused aloud.


Green cheeks turned rosy red. “I could, um, record it maybe?”


“How about you do it here? Tell them that they need to put on a spectacle for a scene if they want to be allowed back in. I’ve always wanted to see a living Newton’s Cradle in action.”


“So you’re not mad?” Mirrix asked after a moment.


Alice shook her head, “No, I’m mad. But I’m focusing my anger out on these stains. Besides, I wasn’t that interested in your tribe joining my club.”


Mirrix’s ears dropped. “Oh…wait, so why the show?”


Alice turned, crouched, and poked her friend’s nose, “Oh that was a test, dear. There are few people I trust to hold my leash. And you’ve made that short list.”


Mirrix leaned into her mop, pondering for several seconds. Then her eyes went wide. Alice nodded at the sudden sharp gaze toward her, following with a trail of her finger around her neck. The goblin’s cock shot up.


“Can we…uh…take a break?” She asked.


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