A Massage

“While as my possession your entire existence revolves around my comfort, I will try my best today to make sure you feel comfortable since I failed to protect you today."

Naomi wasn't sure what that meant but she wanted to feel cared for, even if that only meant as a pet and not as a person. In her mental state she was more **** than ever, however there were other feelings at work. She was hornier than she had ever been, she couldn't ignore the new setting on her buttplug, the non-stop vibrations had her wanting to cum. The perfect representation of her internal feelings was her face: covered in her own tears and Rachel's cum.

The boys had felt they had every liberty literally adjusting an object in her asshole as if she had no say in the matter and in a way she didn't; only Rachel could decide who could do what.

Rachel had immediately jumped into action to protect her when she saw the boys fondling her breasts which meant her body only belonged to Rachel at the very least. Still she had threatened to pimp her out which meant she felt entitled to let others use her if she so desired. Naomi couldn't help but feel that she would come out of this process a completely different person.

Lost in her thoughts Rachel removed her leash but left the collar. Naomi heard a squirt and then felt a mildly warm wet hand start rubbing baby oil on her bare feet. She looked up at Rachel who smiled as she massaged the soles and then toes of one foot and then the other. She took time to reapply baby oil as her hands started to dry giving the areas that had been touched a wet shine that also matched her incredibly wet pussy.

Rachel got an inquisitive look.

“Why has the buzzing not stopped?”

Naomi looked away in shame.

“The boys... they ...changed the setting.”

Rachel’s eyes filled with rage.

“They made you do it or they actually touched it?”

“They grabbed it... and... changed it while it was still... in my ass.” Naomi said embarrassed.

Rachel lifted her legs and massaged them exposing her gemmed plug. Naomi felt loved and taken care of as she moved up and down her legs working over her thighs.

Rachel reached for the plug and gently pulled on it, causing Naomi to grunt and blush.

“Do you want me to change it back?”