There was another pop against her red ass. She yanked at the chains that bound her to the arched ceiling. "How the fuck did I get here?!" Her mind was racing. Another strike landed on her cheeks. They began to fondle her nipples. They were strong and handsome. Each tit was handled, pulled sucked. She did not have the control. Her license to demand had been revoked... momentarily. These two had somehow overpowered her and chains became her master. Each link pulled her wide and exposed all to her audience. Their eyes slid into her pussy... rolled over her skin... lingered in and on her ass. Each commanded her attention. They were dressed in leather & black cotton. Whips adorned their sides. A large bulge pushed against each zipper. "I am the fucking Domme here!" Her scream went unnoticed.
She had this room added to her home last year. She was a respected Domme in the community and this was her office. But not tonight... these two had other plans. They were absolutely hot and two of her favorite clients. She had fucked their asses many times. Her whips had drawn red crevices on their backs. Their short cropped attitude had no place here. This place was their little secret. She often thought of them and how each cock might feel inside of her. But she was the fucking Domme.... until......
They had discussed this before. Each knew there would be a night and a time to act out the plan. This was it. As she reached to lock the first one to the steel ring, he grabbed her wrist and forced her down on her knees. She instantly became wet. Her desires for someone with the balls enough to take her were here, times two.
There was a pause as they took in the sight. It was a boi's night out. These butches were hard core. This was the only place that anyone had ever bossed them. She was their Domme. She took them in ways each had never imagined. So tonight was her bonus... her tip... her 'thank you'.
