"Yes, Mistress Wendy." Vi said, a bit more composed. I gave Brenda another spank on her ass and walked over to the side of the bed to let Vi go.

"Turn over." I said slowly. I wanted to do everything slowly, deliberately. Brenda took such pleasure in being able to set the demands, being able to move things forward, and now I was going to relish the chance to make her wait for every single thing.

My wife flipped over onto her back, her hands at her side. I took my finger and split her pussy lips open, feeling her wetness. "Brenda…I cannot believe you would criticize poor, sweet Vi for her pussy getting wet while you're sitting here like this." I rubbed Brenda's pussy just a little, making sure my fingertip avoided her clit. “Absolutely soaking wet yourself…”

Brenda kept her face composed, trying her damnedest not to react, not to let me get to her. But it was the small things. Her lips quivered. The quickest exhalation.

"Are you still getting turned on by this? Are you serious?" I said. I got on the bed and leaned down to Brenda's ear, making sure she heard me as clearly as possible. "I should put these cuffs on you and leave you on this bed, unable to move or do anything. Vi and I would go shopping, maybe even stay in a hotel, while you laid here completely helpless, left only to fantasize about how well Vi is pleasing my little pussy.” I said. I bit Brenda's ear, just hard enough that she winced.

I saw Vi approach from my periphery. She held the cuffs out, and I saw the thick, black metal bands. They had small holes punched out to allow a bit of ventilation, but they were much heavier and tighter than Vi's delicate cuffs. It was serious bondage gear that we almost never broke out, but today was something special.

"Vi, bind my wife. Now." I stood and watched for her reaction.

"Yes Mistress Wendy." Vi put both of the bindings down on the bed and picked up the handcuffs.

"Umm…can you put your hands…uhh…"

"Vi, you cannot show weakness like that around an animal like Brenda. If you do that, she will hurt you. You have to move confidently." I said, running my hand up and down Brenda's torso.

"I'm sorry Mistress Wendy, I'll do it now." Vi picked the cuff back up. "Brenda, put your hands in front of your pussy. Now."

The nascent domme urges of Vi were coming out. I grinned.

Brenda complied, holding her wrists together, fingers and hands outlining her pussy artfully. Vi secured the cuffs to my wife's wrists and stood back.

"Tighten them one notch further, Vi. She will tell you it's too tight, but she's just trying to get out of this easy."