#bitchesandrears

Foolishly, the Queen had agreed to help Deyuki test some new “marital aids”. As such, she currently found herself at the troll’s mercy, her body constantly under assault by new chemicals, enhancing certain sensations to insufferable levels. Each touch, each twist, drove Wendy insane. To the point that it was doubtful if Deyuki could collect any useful data. Wendy was simply too susceptible & slutty to be a good test subject. Not that Deyuki could really complain. She still made a great fucktoy, after all…

Wendy’s face was bright red as she walked the halls. Well, perhaps walked wasn’t accurate. More like crawled. Clad in naught but a collar, Wendy traversed the halls of her palace on all fours, led along by Carsie. Anytime a servant or guard saw the pair, Carsie was quick to set the mood. She was in charge, & Wendy was little more than her fuckpet. Occasionally, she’d make Wendy pleasure her while she held idle conversation. Sometimes, she’d offer Wendy’s services to others. And, of course, entire interactions occurred with Wendy just waiting on her hands & knees, disregarded by everyone present. By the end of the day, a new dynamic had been set in place. Carsie was in charge now. What Wendy had to say no longer mattered. She was merely Carsie’s plaything.

Whatever do you mean? This sounds like a job for the top brass.