The toys started inside of her, and she arched, closing her eyes briefly from the sheer inferno of pleasure pulsing through her veins.
But then she opened them to watch Asher flick the cane again because there was nothing so hot as the sight of him using those two toys.
Asher's arm flexed when he swung the cane back, and he snapped it on Lily's tits with that same militant exactness that had made her so wet under his crop.
Asher paused only to reach down and pinch her nipples thoughtfully, and she whined up at Asher even while she fucked her head of the dildo so hard that Deirdre moaned with pleasure at the other end of it.
"Look at how horny my little kittens get and yet, they still don't cum. I wonder why that could be. Maybe they're obedient little kittens who need to be given command to do so for me?"
Together they mewled eagerly, so hot under his toys, and he chuckled cruelly and flicked the whip against Deirdre's tits so that she arched to Asher.
"Well, then, you'll have to show me how badly you want that permission to cum. Show me how well you can clean off that toy together. You know how to clean it, don't you?"
And they did. The vibrating toys inside her drove her to another out of control orgasm that made her body go taut against her restraints.
She had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound, and even then, a squeak escaped her, but he ignored it, and she was grateful.
But she was grateful because she hadn't interrupted his game with too loud of a sound. She was within his rules.
God, this submission was the sweetest yet, and her body was turning into nothing but sensation. Emotions ran through her, but she couldn't make sense of them.
Jezebel watched while they sucked their ends of the dildo, turning the toy, and fucking it with their faces.
They pumped the double ended dildo between them, in the same way they had fucked their pussies open in that scissor like position.
The leash reminded Jezebel of the collar held around her throat, and she wasn't even sure anymore why she was afraid of it.
If she wore it, he would teach her their kind of control and discipline her in this art form of pleasure, train her to be the wanton, sexual creature that his two playmates were.
"Now, if you think you're both done cleaning the toy, you can give it to me to let me check. But if I'm not satisfied with one of your ends, then you'll both be punished for it. Sister kittens suffer together and are rewarded together. So, are you done?"
In answer, they violently shook their heads so that he laughed, and they worked all the harder.
Jezebel didn't know what she felt anymore when he finally let them cum around the toy. Asher had them clean it off, only to look it over, and nod with approval before he handed it back to them.
"Now, fuck yourselves together again. Harder this time, like you mean it. I want you on your hands and knees away from each other and I want to see you both in pain from how badly you want to cum. That toy is long enough for you to both fuck it doggy style and have it nice and deep."
And god they did exactly what he said. They made a filthy display, the hottest scene ever, while he stroked the whip and the cane between their wild rhythm.
Asher made them keep going until every sound out of either of their mouth was a desperate cry of need.
And only then did he hand them both a vibrator. "Hold that to your clit and you may both cum, but only when I say. Keep fucking that toy."
Asher watched them hold the vibrators while they both pant in a kind of maddened desire. But he made them wait even then, until he had striped them both seven more times with their respective toy.
Their scream of orgasm had been one of the hottest things Jezebel'd ever heard, and the toys inside of her vibrated harder than they had yet, so that she couldn't keep her cry of ecstasy back, and tossed on the cross.
Jezebel went still while he finished up with his playmates, while he pet both of them. Asher studied them for a while, watched them curl into each other's arms for comfort, smiling.
Jezebel stayed silent while he checked them over while he spoke with them quietly to make sure they were satisfied.
When he asked if they would both like to cuddle together in the bar area, they seemed all too content to leave his hands.
And that's when Jezebel started crying, when he led them to the door and they left so easily.
Because she would have never wanted to leave his side, would have held to his ankle, clingy and needy and still mewling like a kitten, unable to talk because she was trapped too deeply in his submission.
Asher hadn't even paid attention to her, and Jezebel had been trapped during this game.
"Such an emotional little Pet." Asher returned to her with his calm smile, the one that Jezebel now knew was for her to see, and he stroked her hair back.
"Why these tears, lovely? You can talk again." She pulsed around the toys inside of her just at the sight of Asher and nuzzled her face against his cheek as best she could.
Asher was even more of a god in his aftercare while he made sure he had satisfied as a top.
"I don't know why! I don't want to be your slave, please. Please, but I... but I like serving you and I like seeing you pleased and you make me feel safe and I don't want to leave sometimes and I stayed in that subspace feeling when you weren't even looking at me and I don't know what that means and-"
"Hey, there." Asher kissed Jezebel's cheek and pet her again until she was still, until she sniffled. "Take a deep breath for me." And she did because he always knew what to do, and she never did.
"It means you should be proud of yourself, kotyonok, because that's not a kind of submission that just anyone can reach. It means you're a good girl. And don't you see? That's what slavery would be, serving me and feeling safe."
She shook, knowing he was right, and it made her scared that it was already too late, that she was just drawing out the inevitable because he'd already won.
"And what kind of jealousies did you feel?"
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