Matron no more

"What's it going to be, huh?" Silvia taunts as she continues to fondle Pooky. "Boring old Matron?" She stops and frowns. "Or fun, free POOKY?" She ask as she starts teasing her some more.

"I'll... I'll do it!" Pooky says as pleasure ripples through her body. "I'm... I'm not a Matron anymore! From now on I'm just a horny, slutty slave looking for her next thrill!"

As soon as she says the words, an enormous weight seems to lift off her bountiful body. She shakes against her restraints, breaking the flimsy plastic chains holding her to the bed posts, moaning as she has her first orgasm as a 'free' woman.

"Oooooooh," Pooky moans as she sits up in bed, squeezing her own breasts and playing with her needy pussy, the pink fuzzy cuffs still adorning her wrists and ankles. "When can we go?" She asks eagerly, before blushing and correcting herself. "I mean, when can we go, mistress?"

Pooky wraps her arms sensually around Silvia, her eyes half-closed as she gives her a deep, passionate kiss.

Silvia audibly gulps as she contemplates what she's just unleased on the world, but quickly drives those thoughts away when one of Pooky's playful hands finds its way down to her own wet, neglected snatch.

"Mmmmm," Silvia whimpers before she remembers just how much trouble she'll be in if someone finds them. "Ooooh, there'll be time for that later slave, but first... we need to gather up some supplies and get out of here!"

"Awwww, okay mistress," Pooky says with a pout as she lies back on the bed and plays with her pussy. "What do we need to take?"