By her roomate

You don’t know how late at night or early in the morning it is in the dark room when the door bursts open, and your Mistress/girlfriend’s roomate bursts in. You’d always thought she was hot, her butch leatherdyke look with green shaved hair and silver spikes across her leather straps. You may have fantasized about her before if you weren’t terrified of her. She’d never done anything to you, but you always felt very **** and prey like at her deep glares, like she only saw you as a toy to break.

She’s apparently drunk, stumbling in her combat boots when she spots you. She lets out a loud laugh, yelling “oh fuck, props Demonica, knew she could train it.”

You blush as she walks up, squatting in her leather pants infront of your cage. Your face, already sweaty and red from hours of fucking and anal orgasms with no relief, blushed even herder under the makeup you were certain was ruined and running down your face. She grins wickedly, saying “my my, this little slut looks exhausted. Maybe I’ll turn it off for you… maybe I’ll just watch here. Tell me, what do you want? And what are you willing to do for it?”

You are sure your mistress didn’t want to turn it off, but you don’t know if she remembers you or not as she’s off getting cock. Still, your gut said you should be afraid of the woman infront of you, and you know anything you ask for will be at great cost.