She was his Maitresse. There was no doubt about it. She was his lover, she was his friend, she was his darling, honey, babes... whatever. Even when she switched she was his Maitresse. She knew that. But right then... she didn't feel it. Right then she was nobody's Maitresse. She was dominant to nobody. She was a slut. She was a bitch. She was game for whatever horny fucker wanted her. That was her. She would have sworn that was all she knew. All she'd born to be. If slave boy had come up and fucked her and hit her... fuck she would beg for more. Yes. Beg beg beg.
There was a cushion where usually sat an ornate glass tabletop. That was moved yesterday because she had fucked her boy's ass. She'd fucked it hard and filmed it and put it online. He was the bitch. Now she was. She was the sluttiest bitch ever. More than he could ever be. She didn't care about him unless he came and fucked her he was stuck in the corner. Watching.
"Please fuck me Miss Tatiana." She begged once more.
The white cushion had been bought for less that 50p in a market in Dubai whilst they had lived there. At the time it had been perfect for propping up on the one sofa they had owned to just lie against her inside his arms as they watched television. Or to take to the roof and snuggle in the sunset. It was the "snuggle cushion" then.
It was the "bitch cushion" now. It was large enough to fit atop the circular aperture of the table bottom. It was comfortable enough to tie someone to the table for eight hours (current record). And perfect if you wanted someone secured to a piece of furniture and fuck their brains out without either bending Your knees too much or whilst kneeling (depending on height).
She was bent over it. Her cunt and ass would have been facing her lover/sub if there hadn't been things in the way. Not that he was on her mind right then.
Miss Lena had done the bindings. She had tied all three of them to this table many a time and had opted to what she called the "Magnet" implying opposites. Her left wrist was tied under the table to the right back leg of the chair. Right wrist to the back left leg. Her ankles equally tied to the reverse legs opposite where they sat. A somewhat reverse-hogtie.
Miss Tatiana finally spoke: "ready bitchbaby?"
"Yes Miss Tatiana"
"Good girrrrl"
Both walked away. Out the room. Both were left tied, alone.
Miss Lena walked back in first. She had ditched the skirt and any underwear she may have worn. Just the Basque, a matching colour of strapon. Bare legs and for the boy still bare feet. She walked up to the Maitresse, to the slavegirl now. Taking the strapon in her hand she started to tap her face with it. TAP TAP TAP.
Miss Tatiana walked in next. Skirt still on but also a strapon now in place. It glistened. It was jet black. The Maitresse/slavegirl knew it. It was her punishment strapon she used on the boy. The only one she owned he would admit she didn't like. It was huge. She squirmed.
"Hey bitch, don't focus on that. Focus on fucking this!" Miss Lena commanded, the slap down with the dildo harder this time.
