“And how are my toys enjoying themselves?”

A pair of muffled, agonized groans sounded in answer, and perfect white teeth bared in a hungry smile. “You are both doing so well,” Noriko Shibuya declared, circling around her captives at an even, unhurried pace, stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor of her condo. Brown eyes drank in the sight of their naked, shapely forms straining against their bondage, each lock and restraint secure despite their efforts, and it was all the beautiful Japanese dominatrix could do not to let the cool, composed mask fall and start gushing over the beautiful women who’d delivered themselves to her care. Like the rest of the city, she’d effectively been locked inside, thanks to the titanic storm raging beyond, so there’d be no going into the office for her today.

Not that she felt particularly inclined, given such lovely toys to play with…

“Mmmpppggghhh…” The sybians started up once more, buzzing feverishly against their womanhoods, and the first of Noriko’s guests gave a moan of agonized pleasure, dusky figure slick with sweat from her exertions. It was rare than any of the students she took under her wing ever returned to her once their tutelage was complete, but more of Mariam Kamal in her life was never a bad thing, and Noriko was rather flattered that the Persian beauty had seen fit to renew that association. She remembered the anxious, insecure young woman who first submitted to her tutelage, still heartbroken from the way that… creature Monique had treated her, and was privately impressed with the confident, capable figure who’d re-entered her life. She was certainly as beautiful as Noriko remembered, and the Japanese woman continued circling about her, observing the play of her muscles as she strained against the leather harness securing her upper body and the leather sheath of her armbinder, firm breasts like apples all but begging to be fondled, dark hair reaching down past her shoulder blades. Four inches of silicone imitation phallus filled her mouth and stifled her cries, and her chest heaved with exertion as Noriko ceased her pacing, the tip of her leather riding crop touching a firm nipple. “Mmmmpggghhh!”

“You really are quite beautiful like this, Mariam, I can see why Andrea’s so fond of you,” Noriko teased, glancing over to her second bound, writhing prisoner. “What do you say, toy? Do you like seeing your lover like this?”

Uttering a helpless, aroused moan of her own, Andrea Maurer gave an emphatic nod, and not for the first time, Noriko wondered if she should be grateful that Mariam had brought such a beautiful, engaging young woman into her life… or jealous that she hadn’t come across the beautiful redhead first. Like her lover, Andrea was bound naked to a sybian with leather straps, her every intimate region exposed, while a leather harness kept her perfect figure enmeshed in a further web of straps, one in particular drawn tight to caress her womanhood, while a leather pecker gag and armbinder completed her bondage. More than a few women had learned the arts of pleasure from Noriko, but few had truly intrigued her the way Andrea did, the prospective of each meeting leaving her eager in a way that a true domme—cool, composed and utterly in control—was never meant to be. It wasn’t just her stunning good looks or her generally kind and affable nature that attracted the Japanese woman to her. Between her enthusiasm for bondage, her willingness to push her boundaries and her courage in trying new things, Andrea was the ideal submissive, and without thinking, Noriko reached over to stroke the redhead’s bare thigh, pale flesh shivering with want at her touch. “You know, I’ve been thinking about giving a special offer to my new clients. Sign up to buy a house with me, and get the free use of a sexy redhead slave for a full 24 hours. Would you like that, Andrea? To be bound and gagged and passed around like a cheap toy?”

“Mmmmpppggghhhh…” There was no disguising the thrill of arousal in her wide blue eyes, Noriko’s touch, the buzz of the sybian and the perverse fantasy working their magic on the beautiful redhead, and Noriko bit her lower lip as in the mind’s eye came the image of Andrea kneeling naked on the floor with her wrists shackled behind her back, guttural, wanton sounds emanating from her throat as she took a man’s length in her mouth. Gloved hands move towards her breasts, and Andrea threw her head back, scarlet locks cascading down her back. “Mmmppgghhh!”

“Not yet, my dear, not yet,” the Japanese woman chided her, stepping back to address both women. “Now remember what I told you girls. Climax without my permission, and you’ll have to sit there and watch as I have my way with your lover.” Gagged protests sounded in answer, and Noriko gave a wicked smile. “Do not look so distressed. You’ve been on the sybians for the past three hours already. Surely you can handle five more…”

“MMMPGGGHHH! MMMPPPGGGGHHH!” Andrea and Mariam screamed in unison, their struggles intensifying, and Noriko permitted herself a brief chuckle. I wouldn’t particularly mind if you were to fail, Mariam. Much as I adore you, any excuse to turn your woman into my toy for the evening wouldn’t go amiss…