Vi turned away from me, grinning madly. Her ass in the impossibly tight latex shorts was enough to make me want to grab the collar again and have her right here in the closet, but we had much more to do today. So much more.

24

"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?"