You are not sure yet

She looks over her shoulder with those devilish eyes of hers, a wicked glint shining through.

"Those are some sweet little words from a sissy little bitch." She says. Turning she approaches the side of the bed once more, she looks down at you. "I told you to clean up. What kind of bitch can't follow orders?"

Grabbing the hand towel you wipe and scrub the jizz and juice from around your junk and legs. You weren't sure where you stood yet with Fiona but just the fact she was still here gave you hope.

"If you're really going to be my bitch you must listen to me." She looks you over, considering her options. "Do you want to be let loose from there?" She finally asks.

"Yes. I want you to let me go so I can...AHHH!" You scream out as Fiona had suddenly reached down and pinched a few of your armpit hairs between her fingers then ripped them out. "Ow! Geez!"

"You're staying right fucking there bitch boy. Do you think I am in the mood to hear what you want? You selfish piece of shit. You get your nut off and leave me hanging and you want something from me?" She begins slowly walking around to the other side of the bed, displaying her long shapely legs with her stride. At the foot of the bed she bends over, being sure to give you the best possible view, and picks something up. She keeps it hidden from you however.

You are quiet as you didn't want to say anything else to anger her.

Continuing around the bed she approaches you on the side with your free hand. Placing whatever she was carrying on the floor by the bed she then sits beside you on the mattress, sitting on the side of the bed at your hip facing you. She takes your free arm and rests it on her lap. Her big dick lies against your arm.

She begins to run her fingers back and forth slow and sensually over your chest. "You'd worship me you say?"

"Yes Fiona."

"You'd obey me?"

"Yes Fiona."

She is looking at you eye to eye. She was playing coy but she was absolutely loving this.

"Hmmm. I suppose I could use someone to help lube me up when I fuck Elsie." Her voice is soft and calm and her fingers lightly brushing along your chest was almost mesmerizing. "Chloe certainly is a handful. I suppose a bitch might be helpful in holding her down." You are lost in her eyes as she speaks. "And I wouldn't mind being able to spit roast Mom more often, maybe a little DP thrown in." She stops her hand along your flank and begins pinching the sensitive skin a few inches below your armpit. She pinches harder and harder, pain shoots from your side. You grit your teeth and stay quiet.

"I suppose even a little sissy bitch like you could have all sorts of uses."