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Background.
Mattie is the Domme and Cerys is the bottom in a 24/7 gay relationship. They own a slave named Imogen. Cerys is a bratty bottom with Dom tendancies that Mattie has never let her act onβ¦.until now. Imogen and Cerys are both pain slut masochists. Fran is Imogen's girlfriend.
Having a pushy bottom for a girlfriend and a slave had it's downsides for Mattie. Neither were ever satisfied with the amount of pain they received. Cerys had always been insane. She loved and craved pain and attention and she knew how to get it. Imogen on the other hand belonged to Mattie but craved Cerys's attention. Mattie had had to hire a bodyguard for the slave to stop Cerys from accidentally killing her. Imogen didn't help herself. Sometimes Mattie thought that's what she wanted. Imogen had a girlfriend, Fran. Fran and Mattie owned a specialized club and they lived above it.
Mattie had been trying to focus Cerys's mind during a family crisis. It was only an hour since she had given her the most harsh spanking she had ever had. Cerys couldn't sit down but Mattie knew it wouldn't be enough. She also knew the type of 'accidents' Cerys had when she thought she wasn't getting enough attention. She decided that she would kill two birds with one stone and sort out Cerys and the slave at the same time.
She sat watching Cerys tormenting Imogen. An idea had formed in her mind and she got up. "Cerys, five minutes and I need you for a scene." Cerys looked over. Mattie had a strange smile on her lips and Cerys was intrigued.
"I'm going to be taking Imogen in hand aswell. I've had enough of her mouth."
"Yeah but don't ruin her for me." Cerys replied. Mattie smiled and rolled her eyes.
"What, make her behave you mean? God forbid we have a slave who acts like a slave babe."
She took my hand and we went downstairs. Imogen was in the kitchen and Mattie called for Dana. Mattie kissed me and went into her study.
"Imogen, coffee and cigarettes now."
"Yes Ma'am." She came over.
"In pain are we Ma'am?" She said with a hint of amusement in her voice. Fran hadn't beaten her for a while but she was just over the day when she could be touched after her illness. Mattie had paid Fran to have her first.
"Cigarettes." Cerys demanded.
Imogen tried to piss her off with the cigarette lighter by not lighting it properly and Mattie came out. She was calm. She grabbed the back of Imogen's hair and looked at her.
"How rough do you really like it? I want to let Cerys punish you. In the punishment suite. I'll be there just to make sure she doesn't kill you but it'll be her. Have you got anything to say to me before we go?"
"N..n..n no Ma'am."
"No special words?"
"No Ma'am."
"She's going to half kill you. You better yell out loud and clear if you want me to stop her. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Mattie took her downstairs by the hair, holding my hand. That in it'self was a huge turn on. Cerys had never been that bothered about topping before but now she was intrigued watching Mattie with someone other than herself. She sat and watched as she fastened her facing the wall with her arms and legs outstretched leaving her wide open and vulnerable to the touch. It was making Cerys horny watching. She smiled. Her backside was killing her from the spanking she had just endured, sitting so she stood up.
"Mattie, why are you doing this?"
"I think you have a lot of sadist in you babe and maybe you're a switch. You're not going to Dominate me so you can Dominate her."
"You're letting me be the Domme?" She said incredulously.
"Yep but I'm going to stay because I think your sadism borders on homicidal rage. I wanna teach you how not to kill the staff."
Cerys pouted and she lifted her head to meet hers and whispered.
"You're still my little bottom. Can't you feel it? I can remind you again if you like."
She slapped her backside and she yelled out. Imogen laughed. Mattie smiled at Cerys and whispered.
"Go easy. Do what you want to her. She's a pain slut."
"Can I touch her? Is she up for that? Are you?" She nodded.
"Face her forwards then."
"Don't mark her face Cerys."
"You said I could do what I wanted, remember."
"Except that. If you mark her face then Fran will take her."
"So?" Imogen's head hung. She got off on the thought that we didn't care if she left or not.