Not exactly

''So, what happened after I left last night? I mean, you look quite different now, compared to yesterday'' Tamara said, making a gesture to mimic large boobs in front of her chest.

''The Mistress punished me for not fulfiling my duties as an employee of The Palates Pleasure'' Rebecca answered, in that same monotone that made Tamara feel uneasy about having 'a servant'

''Could you give me some more detail on what that means exactly?''

''Of course, Miss Tamara''

***

BeBe, was sitting on her desk, having just watched Tamara rush out of the reception area of The Palates Pleasure in a nervous blushing mess

She was giggling to herself imagining Tamara enjoying her pizza the previous night.

And hoping she would do the same after eating the bun she had just given her ''EEee! Pretty TamTams pretty milky titties!!'' She leaned back on the desk, laying flat on her back. One hand finding its way to her naked pussy and getting to work, while the other found its way between her puffy lips, she began sucking her fingers and toying with her sensitive mouth as she closed her eyes

''Huh?'' She suddenly felt a gust of wind surround her, startling her enough to make her open her eyes and sit up. One hand still pumping away at her pussy as she pulled the other one from her mouth, wiping her saliva on her blouse.

She noticed she was suddenly in a completely different place, one she recognized.

It was a dark room, dimly lit by a crackling fireplace, and full of heavy solid wood classical furniture, with ornate carvings and decorations.

She stood up, one hand still gently toying with her clit as she crossed the room.

She was moving toward a desk, illuminated by a simple reading lamp. There was a woman leaning both elbows on the desk in front of her, hands clasped together, just low enough to leave a view of her face. Subtle shadows cast by the lamp accentuating her features.

The woman was glaring across the room at BeBe

''Like, are things okay Mistress?'' BeBe asked

''Would you be here, instead of at your desk as you are supposed to be, if they were?'' There was clear annoyance in the womans voice

''I dunno, but like, you magicked me here Mistress. I was doing the thingy, just like you said'' BeBe's said, far less upbeat than just a moment ago

''Sit down, girl!'' The womans voice seemed even more annoyed than a moment ago

''NOW!'' She finished with a shout

BeBe quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy, wiping it on her blouse as she quickly moved across the room to a chair in front of the desk. Promptly sitting down.

The woman stood up, moving around the desk, until she was leaning against the front corner, staring down at BeBe.

''Do you know why I 'Magicked' you here, Rebecca?'' She asked, her voice sounding like she was supressing the urge to resume shouting

BeBe, wondered if she should tell her Mistress that she didn't like the name 'Rebecca' anymore, deciding against it, before trying to figure out the answer to the question ''Umm...''

The woman dropped her head forwards, face resting in her palm as she let out what sounded almost like a growl. ''No, it's for the best you don't answer, you'll spare me the annoyance''

***

Back with Tamara and Rebecca, they were just arriving outside Tamaras home.

''Sounds like what i'd expect from Queen Bitch. Ow!'' Tamara said, yelping as she finished her sentence and har both her hands reach up and tweak her nipples again

''What the hell? how can she still hear me?'' Tamara was holding her hands over her nipples defensively, looking all around her.

''Mistress likely cast a curse on you for whenever you call her 'Queen Bitch'...''

''Ow!'' Tamara yelped as her hands tweaked her nipples again. ''What the fuck?''

It seems The Mistress tied the curse to whenever you hear the words...''

''Don't you dare say it again'' Tamara cut her off

Quickly, Rebeccas face was once again a pure expression of panic ''Sorry Miss Tamara, I do not mean to displease you. Please punish me as you see fit'' She kneeled down in front of Tamara, bowing her head.

Tamara suddenly felt a wave of guilt, seeing how much of an effect scolding Rebecca had. She knelt down next to Rebecca and put her arm around her shoulder again. ''Hey, you didn't displease me, I just don't want you to say that from now on. Okay?''

''Yes, Miss Tamara, understood'' Rebeccas expression had calmed once again.

Tamara said, looking around, thankfull it was currently working hours on a Monday. Still there was a group of young men, one of which she thought she might have recognised. All gawking at the pair of women. She quickly ushered Rebecca inside ''C'mon, let's get inside and you can finish telling me what happened, Sound Good?''

''Whatever you wish Miss Tamara'' Rebecca said, as they both stood up.

Tamara rolled her eyes as she dragged Rebecca inside and turned around, slamming the door behind her.