Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Tessa Thompson or Teyonah Parris or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Teyonah Parris was trying to learn her lines for her latest project, and it wasn't going well. She'd worked hard, and earned the success she had been having lately, and now it might go down the drain. Then her Mistresses probably wouldn't want her. Which was why she couldn't start thinking about them. Or about the fact that her ass was plugged and ready for them at a moment's notice. God, she wished they were here right now.
Maybe after a few hours of being their fuck toy, she would be in a better place to learn her lines? Just then there was a knock on her hotel room door, giving her a brief sense of hope. Then she opened the door, and her butt hole quivered with fear around the plug inside of it, when she saw who was standing there.
"Beyonce! Tessa? To, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Teyonah stammered.
"What? You expect us to stand out here, and tell you?" Tessa quipped with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course not." Teyonah blushed, stepping back and holding the door wide open and quickly adding, "Please come in."
"Thank you." Beyonce said dismissively, walking past Teyonah while Tessa did the same shortly afterwards.
Poor Teyonah then had to close the door and stand there awkwardly, while she waited for two of the most dominant women she had ever met to say something first. God, she had found them attractive before, but now she practically melted at the sight of Tessa Thompson and especially the infamous Beyonce Knowles.
Fuck, she loved her Mistresses, but they could never compare these goddesses, and Teyonah wanted dropped to her knees and beg them to top her. At the same time, she wanted to remain loyal to the women who had redefined her understanding of the pleasure she could receive from her own body. Although, as she correctly guessed, she wouldn't have much choice in the matter.
"Can, can I get you something?" Teyonah stammered, "Tea, coffee... maybe something stronger? I have some wine. It's probably not as good as you're used to, but-"
"I've heard some disturbing rumours about you, Teyonah." Beyonce interrupted, slowly approaching her pray while looking her up and down, "I heard you've been a very, very bad girl. A disgrace to our race. A disgrace to me, your Mistress. That you've been bottoming. And worse, bottoming to white women. Even letting them fuck this big fat ass of yours."
Poor Teyonah gasped as Beyonce chose to emphasize her words by smacking Teyonah's ass hard, and then giving it a good squeeze, the telling pause after was causing Tessa to chuckle wickedly and chime in, "See, I told you, Mistress Beyonce. This bitch is nothing but a submissive little slut, who needs to be put in her place once and for all."
"No, please... it isn't, isn't true." Teyonah whimpered pathetically.
"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you Teyonah?" Beyonce questioned, "Because you know I hate that."
"No, Mistress Beyonce, I... I..." Teyonah replied, desperately trying to think of an excuse.
"So you're calling Lizzie Olsen a liar instead, huh?" Beyonce pushed, before explaining, "I fucked that juicy little piece of white ass last night, and she hasn't seen you since wrapping up Wandavision. But she heard you. See, apparently she missed having you inside her ass. But she probably just missed having black cock up her slutty little ass. You know how white girls are. Or maybe you don't, given I gave Lizzie to you to take care of, and she heard you begging your White Mistress to fuck you. Begging the question, were you just indulging in a fantasy? Or has some white girl tried stealing you away from me, huh? Which is it, bitch? Do you have a White Mistress? Or do you just wish you did?"
"Either way, you're a total disgrace, who deserves what's coming to her." Tessa chimed in.
"I... I, I... erm, I..." Teyonah stammered, knowing there was no good answer to that.
"Wow, you don't even have an excuse, huh? Just as well, as I don't want to hear it." Beyonce said coldly, sitting down on the nearby bed, and looking at her pray expectantly, "All I want, is for you to take off your clothes, and bend over my knee like a good girl, so you can get the spanking you deserve. Ooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssss, you wanna be a full time bottom so bad? You can be mine. Or maybe Tessa's?"
"Oooooooooooooh, I'd love that, Mistress Beyonce." Tessa grinned wickedly.
There was a brief pause, then Teyonah lowered her head and whimpered, "Yes, Mistress Beyonce."