CreativeDominant
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Thank you, kali. And let me most sincerely apologize for killing you by making you wait. An angelic sort like me should NOT do that...
And now...~pokes BSB~...here we go.
BSB felt the 'warmth' wash over her. These were the words she longed to hear from any submissive or bottom she played with. When it came from a girl that she adored playing with, one that she felt something in her heart and mind for and not just in her loins, it was even better...and "baby girl" had that special place in her heart, her mind, her loins. She gently caressed one hand up the slightly trembling back and gripped "baby-girl's" hair while leaning over her. "Trust Mistress, darlin'...that is EXACTLY what I intend to do..." she whispered as she moved the other hand down to the bottom of the dark ass cleft and scratched her nails to the top of the ass cleft, smiling as she saw the shivering increase. "Use you."
She felt her stomach turn in a good way at BSB's whispers...and moaned, arching her back as the fingers caressed up to her hair and then gripped it. She pushed her ass out shamelessly as BSBs nails stoked the still-lingering heat from Daddy's belt strikes and fucking.
BSB watched the back arching with amusement and, as "baby girl's" ass pushed back, she said good-humoredly, "Such a shameless hussy...pushing Daddy's ass out like some saucy wench". She clawed her fingers and deliberately ran them slowly and gently up the right ass cheek, watching with delight as "baby-girl" swayed her ass to the hand and then feeling that thrill go through her as "baby-girl" moaned when she then dragged her elegant, pointed nails hard down the left ass cheek. "I know you like scratching, my sweet little," she said softly, "but enough of this for now." She let go of "baby-girl's" hair and moved her hands to untie her from the spreader bar and then untied her wrist bindings, careful to leave the silken scarves attached to each wrist and each ankle. She stepped to the bed foot and untied "baby-girl's" leash and pulled her up into a kneeling position. When she spoke this time, her voice was soft but commanding. "Take your night shirt off, little. I like it but I want you fully naked. You have the count of twenty to remove it, put it in your teeth, crawl over to the dresser and fold it and put it in the drawer and crawl back to me. 20..."
She had begun to float when Daddy had filled his ass with his cum and then, she'd had the weird, complex mixing of feelings of being forced into awareness of BSB's presence and processing the joy and anticipation she'd felt from that with the floating Daddy had started with the new stairstep to the clouds that Mistress was beginning to create...and now, this order had snapped her back to Earth again.
"19...18...17", BSB continued.
A bit befuddled, she still hurried to comply. She gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, stuck it in her teeth and dropped down to crawl.
"16...15...14..."
She moved quickly to the dresser, took the shirt from her teeth and carefully folded it. She held it in her teeth again as she pulled open the drawer...
"13...12...11..."
...and put the shirt inside carefully but quickly, then shut the drawer.
"10...9..."
She dropped to her hands again and quickly crawled back to Mistress....
"8...7..."
and upon reaching her, lowered her head and kissed each boot toe and then, caressed the leather softly with her hands before licking each heel. She felt the happiness wash over her as the count stopped and she heard Mistress' voice.
"Kneel up, you sweet girl", BSB commanded softly.
She reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Mistress' boot and knelt up, hands turned palm up on her thighs, her eyes looking into Mistress' eyes. They were so soft and warm but with the same hint of evil that her Daddy had...that BSB's own Michael had...and it had the same effect on her that Daddy's did...it made her feel all warm and gooey and wicked and naughty and submissive inside, all over again. "I did it, Mistress", she said happily, quietly.
BSB smiled with satisfaction as she gazed into "baby-girl's" eyes. "Yes, you did. you moved very quickly and did as you were told, even with the confusion I could see raging through you. Goooood girl." She gazed at her...eyes boldly taking in every inch of flesh displayed: the wide open thighs, the tear-streaked cheeks, the lovely and expressive eyes, the dark and stiff nipples. Her eyes stopped on the nipples and she felt her smile widen. She heard the drop in tenor in her own voice as she spoke softly, "My, my...look how stiff those nipples are". She reached out a fingertip and brushed gently across the nipple. Soooooooo cold...they need to be warmed up. This should start the warm-up process nicely," she cooed just before she brought the crop against the left nipple...and then, quickly, the right nipple.
"baby-girl" felt her eyes widen as she saw the crop coming and then, heard her own low moan as she felt the sting of the crop against one nipple and then the other. Her pussy began to juice up anew... "ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyeah", she said huskily, then moaned again as Mistress struck each nipple once more.
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