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"You look delicious, Vi…" Brenda said as Vi walked into the bedroom and dropped to her knees. "My wife's little sub…aren't you lucky?"

I watched from the doorway as my wife stroked Vi's chin.

"I'm very lucky, Mistress Brenda." Vi said, making sure to avert her gaze after a couple of seconds of staring lovingly at my wife.

"Are you hungry?" Brenda said. "You haven't eaten pussy in almost ten hours. I know you're probably craving it, sluts like you can’t keep yourselves away from it, especially a pussy as delicious as mine.” Brenda said, releasing Vi's chin and staring at her, locking back into her gaze, taunting Vi to keep looking at her. Seeing my wife in full-on domme mode like this from an outsider perspective was always hot, but now knowing that this was a scene I could see play out at almost any time, it made my knees weak.

Vi opened her mouth and closed it. "I'm…very hungry for you, Mistress." She said, the slightest blush in her cheeks. "I want you both to fill me. "

Brenda smirked, "I like the way you say that…but do you think you really deserve to lick either of our pussies?"

I grinned as Vi looked between both of us, wanting to know which answer Brenda wanted, knowing that we could never know without her saying it. "Yes, Mistress…" Vi said. "Please."

"God, it's like you little sluts don't even pay attention when I'm trying to teach you how to behave." Brenda reached behind Vi and smacked her ass. Hard. "Wendy may…just may…deserve to eat my pussy, but you, Vi, you are working from the ground up and are not even close to being able to taste me. And besides, I think all of this has already made you so fucking horny that you're embarrassing yourself. You’re probably absolutely soaking wet already. Am I correct?"

I smirked as I watched Vi try to regain composure. It was hard not to smile when your wife was just so damn good at the craft.

"I am, Mistress." Vi said, her voice low and quiet, the shyness intoxicating.

"Well, there we are. I can't believe little sluts like you and Wendy can hear a woman like me trying to tell you how to behave and get aroused by it. It's depraved, Vi." Brenda slapped Vi's ass again, and I saw a flash of a smile from both of them. "Is your mind that full of sex that your reaction to being told what to do is to get your little pussy wet at the thought of it?"

"I'm so sorry, Mistress…you're just so sexy…" Vi looked at my wife and then me.

"Look at your face, Vi…you're already lost. And I don't think it's fair to Wendy or me that you're going to come as soon as either of us touches you. Lay on the bed and take care of it. Now."

Brenda's words had an effect on me. The harshness of it, the coldness of the tone and the complete dismissal of Vi as an equal. My wife's voice was like a whip, lashing Vi with every sentence. I'd had more experience in withstanding the delicious harshness of my wife's commands, but I knew Vi was falling apart at them .

"Mistress Brenda, may I unzip my shorts to allow myself to masturbate, please?" Vi said, sitting on the bed.

Brenda narrowed her eyes at her, scowling. "How the fuck else are you supposed to be able to touch that little cunt of yours, Vi? Don't make me come over there and do it."

Vi looked at me with a pleading smirk, as if she were thinking the idea of Brenda ripping her shorts off and licking her was better than just masturbating herself.

"And don't look to Wendy to come save you, slut, she has other things to think about. Like how she's been silent this whole time and thinks I haven't notice her standing over there shifting around. Her pussy is probably wetter than yours is." Brenda looked over at me, and my heart jumped.

"Mistress Brenda, I'm a good girl. I've been listening to you this whole time, learning how I can be a smarter slut than Vi, and I've not allowed my pussy to get wet." I said, obviously lying. I wondered which path Brenda would take: going along with my fib to give us time to watch Vi, or punishing me for being a liar. Either outcome was delectable.

"Good. You're learning, Wendy. It must feel good to not be the most wayward slut in the room any more. Congratulations." Brenda said. She slapped my ass just as hard as she’d slapped Vi’s, and I had to suppress a smile at the delicious pain.

"Mistress Brenda, I'm going to masturbate now." Vi said. "May I also unzip the bra cups to let my nipples free?"

"No. Why on earth would you think that you'd be allowed to do that?" Brenda said.

Vi opened her mouth.

"Just get yourself off, slut, stop thinking about all these fucking questions that I am getting tired of answering. I can tell you're thinking of ways to delay yourself. Work those fingers into your little soaking slit so we can move on with the day.”

I walked next to Brenda, who was standing with front-row seats to Vi's masturbation. She pulled the zipper down carefully, exposing herself to us, the flesh underneath the latex basically matching it in redness and slickness.

Vi closed her eyes and smiled at us, knowing that we were both staring at her fingers as they plunged inside her, getting to work quickly. She used the thumb of the same hand to rub her clit, which was also swollen and needy.

"Don't watch her, Wendy. You shouldn't be picking up bad habits." Brenda said. I wanted to tell her that it was cruel to not let me watch, but that I knew would draw her wrath.

I picked up a silk blindfold from the dresser where Brenda had laid out all the toys for the day. I wrapped the long strip of cloth around my eyes three times, making sure to completely obscure my vision, and then I tied it tightly.

"Good girl." Brenda said. She ran her hand down my back and grabbed my ass. "Very good girl."

I couldn't help but smile. Being called a good girl always got me there.

"How much can you hear?" Brenda said.

I shook my head. "Not much, mistress."

"But I bet Vi's fingers working inside her little hole, you can still hear that, can't you?" Brenda said.

"Yes, mistress, I can hear her playing with herself."

"Are you jealous? Do you wish that was you making her come, Wendy?" Brenda said, running her hand down my front and playing with my pussy. I tried not to react to it, knowing that my Mistress could decide to stop if she didn't like the way I behaved.

"I know she is doing it as punishment, Mistress, so, I would not want to interrupt your discipline." I said.

"Good answer." Brenda said, pushing her finger into the latex that was stretched taut over my pussy, her fingertip working into the cleft, which made my knees wobble. I steadied myself with a hand on her shoulder. "You know your place. I'll allow you to steady yourself because your slutty little sub probably has you all hot and bothered even though you can't see her, isn't that right, Wendy?"

I nodded, and Brenda took my free hand and moved it over to my stomach.

"Now touch yourself while Vi finishes. Keep your clothes on. And do not, under any circumstances, come."

I didn't have to be told twice. I moved my fingers along my pussy, feeling the same spots Brenda had just touched. I could hear Vi's breath getting deeper and faster, the moans accompanying it music to my ears.

"How fucking pathetic is this girl?" Brenda said. "Her moaning and whining is the only thing filling this room, Wendy. Do you want to beg for Wendy to release you, Vi? Answer carefully."

"No…Mistress…I will…I will make myself come. I don't want to…ughhhmmm…tarnish your wife…" Vi was holding back her orgasm to increase the intensity, I could tell. And I didn't mind hearing her strain against the inevitable.

"Wendy, how does it feel to be such a fucking goddess that a little sub is straining to not tarnish you with her come? She is probably about to release herself on the bed because of the sheer need she feels for you." Brenda whispered in my ear. I was rubbing myself but also holding back because Brenda had told me I wasn't allowed to come, and it was all my body wanted to do right now.

"Good…I'm glad she…" I pressed my clit a little too hard and winced, knowing I was teetering on the edge. "…she respects me."

"She has no fucking choice but to, do you Vi?" Brenda said. "You're so pathetic you have no other option, am I correct? You need my wife, and you're willing to do anything for her."

"Yes…yes Mistress Brenda…I only…oh…fuck…I only exist for your pleasure and Wendy's pleasure…oh fuck…I'm coming…oh my god…" I heard Vi's hand stop, the sound replaced by her straining as the orgasm took her over .

"Keep fucking coming, slut…" Brenda said. "And if you make a single drop of come touch the bed, I will know."

Vi whimpered and groaned. It was one of the sexiest sounds in the world. After a few more seconds, Vi had slowed down, panting, exhausted.

The room was silent except for Vi's jagged exhalations.

"You've made such a mess of yourself, Vi. How pathetic. Girls like you shouldn't know how to squirt like that, but I guess you're not good at following directions, I don't know what I expected."

The blindfold around my eyes felt painful now. Had Vi actually managed to squirt for the first time and I wasn't able to see it? It pained me to know I was probably right, but it also made me feel delighted that Brenda got to be the only other witness of what I was sure would be one of many like that.

"Wendy, your fucktoy has made a mess of herself and needs to be able to zip her shorts back up. Take care of it. Keep the blindfold on." Brenda said.

"Thank you, Mistress Brenda. I would love to be of service to you and our little slut." I said, finding my way over to the bed and the sound of Vi's breathing. I dropped to my knees, having to orient myself based on my position between Vi's thighs.

"Vi, when Wendy does this, I want you to understand she's cleaning up your mess. You should not enjoy this. You should not even smile. It is not pleasurable to have my wife's tongue cleaning up all the messy cum on your pussy. Please act accordingly."

"Yes, Mistress Brenda." Vi said, her body and mind exhausted at this point.

I smiled, and I leaned forward and licked her pussy. My tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of her. It was so delicious that it was all I could think of. I moved my tongue through the folds and up to the top of her slit, the slickness covering my whole mouth. I didn't need to see it to know that she had squirted, the liquid tasting more sweet than her already delicious wetness. I kept my hands on my knees, dutifully licking Vi's pussy, trying to be more mechanical with it than sensual to give Vi a chance to act like she wasn't enjoying it.

"Wendy, is this slut clean? Have you cleaned up her mess?”

I moved my face up to the top of Vi's pussy to speak. "No, Mistress Brenda…she needs more. It's quite a mess."

"Yes it is." Brenda said. She grabbed me by the back of my hair and moved my face back to Vi's pussy. "Clean her up, Wendy."

Brenda was pushing my face down on Vi's pussy, and it was getting harder not to smile. I wanted nothing more than to taste Vi again. I was in heaven.

"Thank you…Mistress…Wendy…for helping me clean up…my…mess…" Vi said. It was taking a lot for her to not get lost in this moment, but she was doing her best to stay in her head.

“That almost looks like a smile on your face, Vi. Please don’t tell me that’s what you are doing.” Brenda said.

I had gotten all the juices on the surface, but I kept working Vi, licking her up and down and putting pressure on the top of her slit to see if anything else would come out of her. Getting the little extra bit out of Brenda was always a favorite trick of mine. But Vi didn’t have it in her. Not this time, at least.

I backed away, placing my hands under my ass. “Mistress Brenda, I have cleaned Vi like you asked.” I said.

Brenda released my hair, which allowed me to straighten back up on my knees. My thighs were beginning to get a little tired from this position. I had to stand back up and put myself on display again for my Mistress.

“Take off that stupid blindfold, Wendy.” Brenda slapped my ass lightly. I could feel her fingertips lingering on it after she struck it, as if she wanted to grope me in that position.

I slid the blindfold off of my head. I opened my eyes and was surprised that Brenda was looking directly at me with a loving smirk on her face. “Welcome back.”

“Hi…” I said .

She reached forward and rubbed my chin, a soft gesture from someone who a few moments ago was demanding me to clean up the squirt that our new submissive had unleashed in the throes of orgasm.

“You two have been such good girls, do you want to take a break before we proceed? This is not a trick, I am offering this to you as a gift for good behavior.” Brenda smiled.

“I could use a break…” Vi said, zipping her shorts back up, her delicious pussy once again hidden from view.

“I need water at least.” I said, laughing.

“Alright, you two, let’s get you cooled down before we go back for more.” Brenda said.