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“And tonight, I get to do whatever the fuck I want.” A lie, but a lie Helga told with emphasis. Because the words alone were enough to make her two girls shiver in delight underneath their latex. Softly twitching into their restraints, teeth digging into their heavy gags as saliva slipped out to a tiny pool underneath them drop by drop. The pig took in the moment to admire them both, pulling out her phone to take a picture for memory. Maybe she’d print it out and start a new chapter in her special scrapbook. She hadn’t opened it since Amethyst came into her life.
At least, not until Amethyst opened it.
Some people called her lucky. Others claimed she had a skill to twist ladies to her whim. Helga claimed it to be a mix of both, but there was one more ingredient to her dish of debauchery: Respect.
A silly idea to the outside view. How could she respect her two little sluts? They followed her every whim without complaint. Well, most of the time. The vole still had her bratty moments without the hood. They both belted up for her, kissed her boots on command, hell she had them clean her house naked while she was doing taxes.
But they wanted that. Helga had been with enough lovers to tell that some people didn’t just want pleasure. They wanted to be controlled, commanded, and cared for. Sure, in her youth she went to extremes. She’d hit the road plenty of times leaving a wife bound up for her husband to find. But there was an agreement, a semblance of trust, and, often, a secret release key if needed.
She pulled their leashes, inching the two gimped girls closer. Their latex squeaked with each movement. She grinned, admiring the outfit she’d help them acquire. Only half of it belonged to her, the restraints and hoods. The suits? Amethyst convinced Rebecca that they needed to spend their own money for it. A gift for their mistress.
And she enjoyed it, despite not mirroring it. Rather than dress in her leather straps or even wear her favorite hat, the pig opted for casual jeans, boots, and a T-shirt. She overjoyed her ‘mommy’ outfit as Amethyst would say, but for the night she had planned, Helga wanted complete comfort on her part.
Helga crouched down to their eye level. Cradling each of their faces, she softly whispered, “Only the best for my two girls.” Amethyst giggled into her gag, while Rebecca softly sank into Helga’s palm. How adorable they were.
God, she wanted to make them squeal.
“I hope you’re ready for a long night, cause I intend to have us sleep in tomorrow morning.” They both nodded, just like she knew they would. Each had their safewords discussed beforehand, and the methods to signal when gagged. Biting her lip, Helga wrenched the gag out from her favorite vermin’s mouth, holding the maw open and directing her up. “Open wide, bitch.” She said, “Have a taste.”