Nothing in life was as pleasant as your partner, mused Michelle. 

There was more to it than simple physical affection, of course. Physical affection came to humans in all strides of life; often coupled with desire. Michelle stared at Heather's fair skin and felt her body grow warm. For them, there was something more. There was an intimacy that straddled many different senses; one that consumed the both of them. 

She lights my fire , thought Michelle. Knowing that Heather felt the same way certainly helped the situation. In fact, it was this mutuality that made their play so very intimate and so very intense.

Michelle wiggled her rear in anticipation. Queen-Mother Regina was coming into the room... and that meant fun.

Lady Regina had a tremendous bust, the likes of which was practically legendary. The fact that she flaunted it certainly helped tales of her body spread! Her hips were as wide as a canyon, and her full, plush curves always had a way of wiggling in the most endearing way. Her bare chest jiggled with each step on her thin heels. She was truly a sight to see; onlookers couldn't help but stare whenever she entered the room ,exited the room, said anything while in the room... Mother-Mistress was a rather notable figure.

Of course, it helped that sometimes, she had two pets to herald her arrival. Just as nothing was as pleasant for Michelle as seeing Heather hot, bothered, and bound, nothing was quite as fun for the Queen, Lady Regina as being heralded by two beautiful bound pets in bitch-suits.

"Hello, my sweetest of daughters." Regina's voice was like honey. Her two pets - not biological daughters, of course - wiggled ,cooed, and groaned.

They had been strapped up in their matching straitjackets and lashed to the bed. It was sweet, watching the two of them wiggling with delight and staring at each other. Beautifully smooth and shining leather harness gags kept their lips pouty and prevented them from sharing too many sweet nothings. It also kept them craving the chance to talk or use their mouths. Regina let a smile cross her face.

"Let's get the two of you prepared for a walk, shall we?"

Her 'daughters' grunted, moaned, and wiggled with delight. A walk was more than just a chance to show off and be shown off.

Regina removed some of their restraints, but it would be hardly appropriate to remove all of them! The straitjackets were unlocked and carefully hung up in their closet, but it would've been just a shame to let their legs go free. No, Regina had each girl bind the other. They slipped into leather leotards, and quickly bound their partner's legs with a series of straps and a leather bag. When laced up, it kept each girl's heel against her butt... forcing her to walk around on her knees if she wanted to go anywhere. 

"Thank you, Mother," said Michelle. She was quivering with delight.

"You're welcome, my dearest of pets." Heather made a mewling sound. "Oh! Well, you're both my dearest of pets of course."

"Of course," said Heather and Michelle in unison.

No pet play would be complete without some nice mittens. This task fell on Regina; truly making them helpless was a task that only a mistress could do. In this case, that meant sliding gorgeous leather sleeves up to their biceps and lashing them in place with a leather strap. The Queen gave each of them an affectionate smooch on the forehead as she locked each one in place.

"May we be gagged?"

Regina laughed, as if it was ever an option. 

Each of them was treated to the most luxurious and encompassing of gags; a gorgeous oral trainer harness. It wound behind their head, underneath their bangs, and locked behind the nape of their neck. Getting it off alone would simply be impossible, and that was just the way the two of them wanted it! 

"The only problem is that I won't be doing much kissing," thought Heather. But all was not lost. With a leash on each girl, Lady Regina escorted the two of them from the bedroom to the sitting room. There, the gorgeous, busty, and supremely dominant Queen took a seat on a white leather couch. As if by reflex, the two girls made their way onto the couch as well (with a little help from Regina) and made their way to her lap. The mistress took each of them in close, tugging gently on their hair and eliciting a pleasured, gagged moan from both of them... which soon turned into a long, low, and lusty licking of Regina's exposed chest. 

The Queen relaxed. All was well in her domain, and she began to blush. Biting her lip gently, she found herself soon adrift in a sea of pleasure as her two pets pleasured her and each other.