Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Good evening, butt bitch." Buffy greeted casually as she burst into Faith's Motel room.
"Hey B." Faith blushed, becoming even more horrified when she saw who followed the other Slayer in, "Red?"
"Hey Faith." Willow beamed, closing the door behind her.
"What are you doing here?" Faith glared at the redhead, hoping to intimidate her to leave, but no such luck.
"I invited her here." Buffy said casually, approaching the bed Faith had been laying on watching TV.
"Why?" Faith asked cautiously, although she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Because we've made some wonderful progress, but you're still talking back to me, and hesitating to do as you're told." Buffy explained with a smile, "Mmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhh, clearly I need to step up my game if I'm going to properly put you in your place. And I can't think of a better addition, than to have someone witness your humiliation."
Willow couldn't believe the way that her best friend was acting, or the things she was saying. It was one thing to talk about it in the privacy of one of their bedrooms, and to see the pictures Buffy had taken, but now it suddenly seemed so much more real. And God, it was so hot. Buffy was always hot, but... wow!
Even though she could be intoxicatingly confident in the middle of killing the stuff of nightmares, Willow had doubted that Buffy could truly be some kind of dominatrix, even after seeing those pictures. But wow, she had never been so glad to be wrong. Her BFF was a little bad ass top, here to take what was rightfully hers. And if it had been the witch who was her target, poor little Willow wouldn't stand a chance.
But Willow wasn't Buffy's target. No, that was a far more intimidating pray, and even though she'd been just about able to put a brave face on it, the truth was Willow was terrified that this was going to backfire on them big time. That Faith would kick their asses, or worse, for even suggesting such a thing. Or at the very least, cut them down with cruel words, and then laugh them out of her room.
But amazingly, that didn't happen. No, Faith just blushed, and went from glaring at Willow to staring pleadingly at Buffy, the dark haired Slayer obviously searching for the right thing to say. Just that hesitation from the normally loudmouth bitch was telling, although there was still a chance she would reject this. A chance which quickly evaporated during the next part of the conversation.
"Please, don't do this." Faith whimpered softly, and yet was already lowering her head in defeat.
"It's already done." Buffy said dismissively, before ordering, "Now, stand up, turn around, and bend over. Mmmmmmmm yessssssssssss, I want my butt bitch to show us her bitch butt."
There was a long pause, longer than the last one, and then Faith grumbled, "Whatever."
"No!" Buffy said firmly, causing Faith to pause doing as she was told after just getting started, "You know how you should respond, so do it."
"No, please... not that. Not in front of her. Please?" Faith whimpered, and then when the other Slayer just stared at her warningly she found herself lowering her head again and grumbling, "Yes Mistress."
"That's better." Buffy hummed with approval, before warning, "But you better start putting more effort into it. And none of this, Mistress B, nonsense. It's Mistress, or Mistress Buffy. Got it?"
"Yes Mistress." Faith grumbled, getting to her feet next to her top. Before she could turn around Buffy roughly smacked her ass, causing Faith to whine, "Ah fuck! Hey, what was that for? I said the thing."
"Yes, but I told you to put more effort into it, and you know it." Buffy pointed out, "My proper title isn't to be grumbled, Faith. It should be said with pride, and enthusiasm. Show me, and Willow, that calling me Mistress is a privilege. Because it is. Mmmmmmmm yeah, you should be honoured to be owned by the one, true Slayer. Especially, because you're such a nasty little slut."
"Wow, this whole thing is really going to your head..." Faith grumbled, before adding with a smirk, "But you're right about the nasty little slut part."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm right about all of it." Buffy grinned proudly, before smacking Faith's ass again, "And you're still not behaving properly, which is something I can't excuse, especially not in front of my friends. You're embarrassing me. But I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself."
"Lucky me." Faith grumbled.
"Aren't you, though?" Buffy quipped, "Now, I believe I gave in order..."
Faith had to think about it for a few long seconds, but then she blushed fiercely, and then with another hesitant look at Willow she softly said, "Yes, Mistress Buffy."
Just hearing the big bad Faith Lehane say those words was amazing, but even that had nothing on the moment that the mighty Faith Lehane turned around and bent over, presenting Willow, and more importantly presenting her Mistress Buffy, with that perfectly rounded bubble butt of hers. God, that ass always looked so good in the leather pants which Faith constantly wore, which looked like they had been painted on, and this time was no exception.
No, Faith had just been sitting there, in leather pants, and now her audience was getting the benefits of that. Especially Mistress Buffy, who after a few long seconds, and maybe even a full minute, of admiring her prize, roughly smacked her fellow Slayer's ass, and then gave it a squeeze.