Nope!

"Mmmm," Pooky nods her head as she sucks on her own soaked panties. All the sweat, spit, love juices and... other bodily fluids mixing in her mouth are forming the sluttiest of cocktails.

"Well too bad!" Silvia says with a playful jiggle of Pooky's jelly belly. "Slaves don't get to choose!"

Pooky's eyes go wide as Silvia locks one of her ankles and then the other to her bed frame. She tries to object, but those delicious panties prevent it.

The smaller drow giggles at the sight of her powerful, imposing Matron reduced to a mewling, bound sex-object. Silvia stares at Pooky, soaking in the sight of this soft defenseless creature before her.

Silvia's staring causes Pooky to blush and squirm, her body shivering in excitement at the though of her utter helplessness.

"You look good slave, but I think we can still make some improvements..." Silvia says as she stares longingly at Pooky's flooded pussy.

Pooky's juices have soaked through the sheets and are now in the process of ruining her expensive mattress. From this day forward, if she's ever lucky enough to sleep on this bed again, the Matron will forever be reminded of this exquisitely humiliating experience.

Silvia slides between Pooky's spread legs, stroking the older woman's sight thighs as she positions her self at the head of this veritable river. "Hmmmm..." Silvia muses as she stares at Pooky's pussy jewelry as it glistens with its owner's need in the dim light. "I think it's time we do something about these..." Silvia says as the Matron moans into her gag.