"I'll be your slave"

"I... I'll do it!" Daala moans as another climax builds within her. "I'll be your slaaaaaaaAAAVE!" She cries as she squirts once again all over her thighs and Hilda's talented fingers.

"Here," Sally says, tossing a wad of cloth at the elf. "Use this."

Daala eagerly grabs the garment, eager for something to shield her nakedness before she realizes what it is.

"Um... this is my turban..." the blushing beauty says. "I... I need more than this."

"It's all you're going to get," Sally says as her eyes glow once more. "Unless you'd rather I keep it..."

"N-no!" Daala stammers, afraid she'll lose even this piece of cloth. "I'll k-keep it."

Sally leans in towards the elf and squeezes both of her tender nipples, causing the elf to moan once more. "Thank me slave."

"Th=thank you-OOOOOOOOO!" Daala moans as she feels herself getting weaker and more timid.

"That's thank you, mistress," Sally corrects as she steals a kiss from the elf's lips.

"Thanth thoo mithtweth," Daala moans into Sally's mouth as they sloppily make out.

Hilda slips a finger into her own ass and squeezes her own thighs together before looking away. Her mind filled with mixed emotions.

I... I should be mad that mistress is kissing and playing with someone else, but... it just turns me on more!

"Mistress..." Hilda finally pipes up, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"What is it slave?" Sally ask as she continues to play with her new toy.

"Do... do I..." Hilda timidly asks, her cheeks blushing.

"Spit it out," Sally demand impatiently.

"Do I get to wear anything?" Hilda finally asks, unable to look her mistress in the face.