Naughty stuff

Felicity is still tied up on the bed. Kylie is lying next to her. The two are making out and almost don't notice you coming in the door.

"Hey," you say, and the two immediately stop kissing.

"Oh, hey," says Kylie, blushing.

"What's going on?" you ask.

"We were just... talking," Falicity says, her face turning bright red.

"About what?" you ask.

"About... um...," she trails off.

You grin. "You may continue kissing."

Kylie grins and rolls her eyes at you, but the two resume their make out session. You sit in a corner chair and watch, your cock steadily growing harder.

Kylie's arms snake up Felicity's shirt and she begins molesting the bound womans pert breasts.

"No, I'm not a lesbian," Felicity moans but continues kissing.

Kylie slides her hand down the waistline of Felicity's miniskirt and begins caressing her inner thighs.

"You're so wet," she says, rubbing herself through her own thin shorts.

"Yes... oh yes!" she says, as the two tongue wrestle. "Oh god," Felicity whimpers as Kylie continues to finger her.

"Stop, stop," Felicity says, as her eyes start to roll into the back of her head.

Kylie stops, "What's wrong?"

"Master gets mad when I orgasm without permission," Felicity whimpers like a sad puppy.

"Well, can she?" Kylie asks you.

"Can she what?" you ask.

"Can she... cum?" she asks.

"It'll cost you," you muss.

"Fine," she says.

Kylie begins fingering Felicity again, and Felicity begins moaning louder.

"Are you sure? You don't even know what the price is," you say.

Kylie stops again and Felicity whimpers and jerks her body in frustration.

"You're serious? W... what's the price," Kylie asks.

"Agree to become my ****," you say.

"What? No!" Kylie says.

"That's the price," you say.

Kylie shakes her head, "I'm not doing that."

"Please, Kylie! I need to orgasm so bad," Felicity begs, moaning and writhing with pent up desire.

Kylie is torn. She doesn't know what to do.

"But I...," she mutters.

"Say yes," you say.

"Please," Felicity begs.