From the moment Devina saw this young thing enter the bar, tailing her girlfriends and looking so eager and awkward, it was suddenly mission-critical that Devina enslave this creature. Despite her girly conformity, the juicy-but-petite girl who flipped her long black hair too much was clearly into women.
Devina waited as one bozo after another approached this pod of young females, only to get the eyeroll and the cold, bare shoulder.
She kept waiting until the target's girlfriends were drunkenly distracted and within 20 minutes, Devina was driving home with her hand on the girl's thigh. And within 30 minutes, they were standing in her front room.
"I brought you home so I could use your body for my own pleasure, you understand that don't you, little thing?"
The girl's dark eyes skated around before finally settling on the floor. Her breathing shifted into a more rapid pattern and she quaked as she said, "Yes Miss."
"That's Mistress," Devina lifted the girl's chin, "and I'm just going to refer to you as my pussy, because when I'm done with you, baby, your whole body is going to be one big sopping pussy for me."
A yip escaped the girl as Devina snatched her by the hair and pulled her to hands and knees. "Say that you understand."
"I understand," the girl whimpered.
"You do not speak unless I speak to you," Devina shook the girl by the back of her head, "and when you do answer, you always finish with "Yes, Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Better!" Devina lurched down the hall, dragging the girl on all fours. "Strip and get on the bed with your legs in the air, now."
"Yes Mistress?" The girl dropped her dress and shed her underwear. Flushed with embarrassment, she hiked her full, round thighs and calves in the air.
Devina took hold of her ankles, pushing them over the girl's head so she could spit on her snatch. A gasp from the girl made Devina pause, one menacing eyebrow arched. Her close-cropped hair and gold nose ring made her high Egyptian cheekbones appear even more severe.
"Don't you dare make all those fake sounds, either," she threatened. "I hate that shit. You be silent while I work your hole and drink your pussy juice."
"Yes, Mistress," the girl bit down on her lip as Devina took hold of the pussy's pussy, pinching her labia together and pulling on it.
"You wet already?"
"Yes, Mistress,"
"I knew you were a slut the moment I saw you walk into that dumbass bar. The way you were lookin' around the room" -- the girl closed her eyes and Devina's finger wiggled its way between the fluffy little folds --" you wanted to get fucked in the worst way, for hours, am I right?"