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the woman said, “That figures, He always likes to keep us guessing; keep us on our toes. Which reminds me, come here slut,” and with that, the woman grabs a handful of TT’s hair and leads her to a wall below a second story landing. Ropes had been tied to the railings above and the woman put the Master’s leather cuffs on her wrists and tied the cuffs to the ropes. Having her Master’s cuffs on made her feel that this is what He wanted, so she knew she had to do her best to obey this women, but where is He. . . my Master?
     
    “Up on your toes, bitch,” commanded the woman. TT now that she had her Master’s cuffs on responded immediately, though she had nearly lost her balance in her high heels and nearly fell face first, but for the ropes holding her upright.
     
    TT righted herself, stood tall and straight on her toes and looked down at the woman, who was just a few inches shorter than TT’s 5’10.” The women met eyes and stared at one another for what seemed an eternity, sizing each other up, checking the other for flaws and imperfections and not really seeing any started to imagine imperfections in the other.
     
    In these moments, the women hated each other, but also loved and respected one another. It had become clear to TT that her Master was this woman’s Master as well. She had thought herself extremely lucky to be with her sexy, sweet talking, hard-spanking Master and just assumed there had been no one else as He had not mentioned anyone else.
     
    Part of TT was jealous, but that passed very quickly. TT also felt extremely lucky, this woman was gorgeous, tall, long red hair, bigger and fuller tits than TT, long legs, nice round ass and a beautiful face.
     
    If Master already had her, He didn’t NEED me, but wanted me, wanted me to be his sub/cunt/slut/hole–this brought a smile to TT’s face. The other woman who was enjoying checking out this tall young sexy eager slut saw the smile, knew what it meant, and gave TT a quick backhand across her face. TT did not move, but took the blow full force and did not stop smiling and thinking about her Master–or rather their Master. The woman looked TT in the eyes and said one word, “bitch” and walked away, leaving TT on her toes up against the wall.
     
    A long time passed as TT looked around the room and remembered each place where He had set her down and had his way with her over and over again; she remembered every touch of her Master, whether a soft kiss or the feel of his full fist inside of her for the first time.
     
    Finally, she heard the sound she longed to hear, His voice. His laugh, that wonderful, powerful, full-bodied, deep, mischievous laugh brought tears of joy of her eyes. He and the woman were talking and laughing; talking, laughing and having a good time with one another–she could hear sloppy kisses, the loud crisp sound of skin to skin as he spanked her bare ass.
     
    TT could not see them, but could hear them from her Master’s bedroom down the hall; they had left the door open so she would hear everything. When she thought of her Master fucking this woman . . . TT thought . . .
     
    TT heard Him call her the same names He had called her, but this woman was not talking back, this woman said nothing. TT cherished her Master for letting her be so vocal and so profane when He brutally fucked her. This pleased TT, and gave her the desire to take whatever the two of them were going to do to her; it is all for her Master’s pleasure and that is all that matters.
     
    When TT heard her master scream, “Cum, cum, cum, you fucking little bitch,” her whole body went into spasms and she pulled violently against the ropes. The ropes kept TT from touching her hot throbbing clit, that and her Master’s will–she knew she could not touch herself for the two days before coming to The Wicked Woods and definitely not here in her Master’s house, not without him being there to tell her what to do in such full glorious and lavish