The softly lit room entices you to step inside. The door creaks slightly as you push it open enough to step through. Gentle musky scents caress your nose and soft, fresh cotton towels adorn large ornate towel rails on the walls beside the door.
The sound of running water is barely audible but floating alongside the trickles are gentle moans and gasps. Through the slight gap left between the wooden frame and the door you see dark hair hanging seductively over the edge of the bath tub. Each moan causing the silken tendrils to flutter slightly as vines in the breeze.
You stop to observe, knowing exactly who occupies the hot, fragranced bath tub. You know her, you own her and you love her. As if she hears your thoughts, she turns her head enough to meet your hidden gaze as she raises a finger to her lips. As she does so another moan comes from an unseen corner.
"Why so much noise little piggy?" the brunette whispers teasingly, tormentingly.
"I... I really need to... please let me use the toilet." The faceless voice whimpers.
"Oh piggy, we've had this discussion. You need to learn your place before the Master returns. This lesson is the first of many and you really have been dragging it out."
"But I, I am not..." the voice trails off as if beaten.
"But you are piggy. You are SO submissive, and I want you to tell me you are. Then the fun can begin,"
"Those white panties will be drenched in piss one way or another, and you will beg to belong to me by the end of this day!"
"You are so sure of yourself aren't you?" The other soft voice uttered defiantly.
Quick as a flash the brunette stands, curves dripping hot water and bubbles all over the floor. Striding confidently to the corner, she grabs the other woman's hair firmly, forcing a yelp from her reluctant lips. Tugging hard on her victims locks, the curvaceous brunette forces her tongue inside the other's mouth.
The body of the tied and bound slut relaxes as she whimpers with pleasure. Pleasure from the touch of her lover. The brunette caresses the bound one's hair, her face held against the huge breasts you designed and adorned with marks and rings befitting of your property.
"Oh little piggy, do I not pleasure you better than any other? Do I not spoil you with attention and fill you with desire? Did I not tell you last night that I expect you to accept your new role gracefully and with pride?"
"Yes, but I thought it was just another role play."
"Oh my darling lesbian whore. The time for role play is over. You are now mine! And that means you also belong to my Master Daddy."
"But, oh fuck, fuck please don't..."
You desperately try to see what is going on but your imagination fills in the blanks. You know her, and therefore you know she will be administering a potent mix of pleasure and pain, hypnotising her victim deeper into submission.
The brunette skillfully teases a huge climax from the now shuddering wreck of her lover before releasing her from the silken rope bindings. She whispers softly into the blondes ear, her lips within a hairs breadth.
"Now stand and wet those big white panties for me my slut".
"Yes Mistress," her will broken, her resolve dissolved,
"how can I not do as you desire."
As she stumbles to her feet, the brunette, your brunette princess, beckons to you. You walk into the steamfilled bathroom in time to witness the chubby, blonde-haired slut let out a hot stream of piss, soaking her pristine white panties.
A look of horror descends over the blondes face as she sees you. She sinks to her knees sobbing in disgust.
"Why cry my filthy piggy? Daddy is just in time."
Leaving her sobbing slut to her tears, the brunette runs into your arms.
"Oh Daddy, how I've missed you!"
The dirty blonde haired woman sits in her own mess. Quietly sobbing as the realisation finally hits home. None of this was a game, none of what has occurred between the two women was just role play. She realises that she has been coaxed and trained so subtly and so sweetly that she now had become that which she had never even considered. A slut. A slut so addicted to the touch of her brunette mistress that she cannot refuse any demand or command. She knows she must please and obey both her mistress and this man. The man that now stands over her. The cold, wet and filthy knickers cling to her, adding to her embarrassment.
She looks up to see her brunette lover drying her beautiful body with a large fluffy towel. She is mesmerising. Her soft skin lovingly cared for in preparation for her Master. Not for her blonde lesbian lover. The blonde hangs her head woefully.
You lift her head, one finger under her chin.
"Look at her! Isn't she beautiful?"
"Y-y-yes, yes she is." Her cheeks flush red with a mixture of shame and excitement.
