A short rest

Taking a seat on the couch, Ashley takes a second to think about her next action. Sarai kneels in front of Ashley’s pedicured feet, waiting on her next instructions. Looking to the side, Ashley picks up the Rulebook. Opening it up, she decides to have some more fun, writing down:

New Rule: All men are now futas with 10 inch dicks, DD-breast, and firm asses.

New Rule: All futas must wear vibrating butt plugs at all times.

Old Rule: All futas must wear skirts, sandals, and leather collars at all time.

At this point, Ashley was turning the world into her personal fetish playpen. Each rule was tailored made for her pleasure, and she was way too excited. Setting the book to the side, Ashley heads to her bedroom, getting ready to go out again. Looking into the closet, she grabs a white pleated skirt and white button up blouse. A black g-string and black lacy bra to hide underneath her innocent exterior. A pair of black thong sandals, two gold toe rings and two gold anklets later, and Ashley was the poster child of innocence. A black bowtie Is the last touch for her schoolgirl outfit.

Reaching back to the closet, Ashley grabs a red flannel skirt and black tube top for Sarai. Strutting to the living room, she grabs the chain to Sarai’s collar, pulling her to her feet. With a smirk on her face, Ashley says, “This is for you baby.” Sarai has a look of excitement, responding, “Thank you mistress.” Once Sarai gets her clothes on, Ashley embraces her in a deep kiss, fondling Sarai’s breasts as she does so. Sarai can’t stop but moan in to Ashley’s mouth, her cock now rock hard with arousal. Ashley looks down and can’t help but lick her lips, dropping to her knees. Gripping Sarai’s cock, Ashley starts to slowly work her way down her cock. Bobbing her head up and down Sarai’s meaty shaft, Ashley listens out for her moans, using her free hand to massage her balls. Sarai can’t hold back for much longer, releasing her load straight down Ashley’s throat.

Ashley makes sure to take every single drop, the taste of cum is like liquid gold nectar on her taste buds. Even after Sarai catches her breath, Ashley slowly suckles the tip of Sarai’s cock, making sure to suck every drop out of her. Standing back up, Ashley grabs the loop on Sarai’s collar, unhooking the leash. Sarai immediately looks distressed, clutching the hoop, unsure why her mistress would “let her free”. She stutters out, “M-mi-mistress, why wo…., ” she is cut off before she can finish her sentence. “My love,’ Ashley starts off. “Do not worry. You are still mine. I’ll hold on the collar for right now. But it will grace your neck soon.” With that, Ashley and Sarai head out. Where too? Only Ashley knows.