Stay still like a good girl

The heady scents mixing in the air were becoming richer - my own arousal for being so helplessly at the mercy of two women I imagined judging me silently was shameful. My cheeks reddened gradually as I imagined that they would surely be as aware of my shameful arousal wafting from my treacherous cunt. How I wished to beg them to touch me, tell me what they wanted so I could comply and obey.

Testing my bonds, I came to terms with my helplessness and relaxed in the bondage that held me. A pulse of warmth went through my pussy making my face flush even harder. Why did I like not being in control? Becoming a teenage prostitute had been a way to take control of my life after what happened in high-school, when I fucked these men I was in control and earning money. Now I was quivering in desire from two women I barely knew and just ached for their touch. I jerked in my bonds when I felt Maddam's hand settle proprietorially on my ass. I knew it was her because she wore large bold rings on several of her fingers and their ridges pressed into my sensitive skin, the new lady wore only a single large solitaire diamond.

"Well - 'ELLE' " there was a mutual giggle - a joke shared between to friends to which I the inferior party was not allowed to share.

"This is my newest little money spinner. Frederica." She said using my real name - something that made me feel even more naked than I was in actuality. "Frederica needs to be put through her paces to obtain her 'L' Card from you."