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The knife was held against her throat, cold and indifferent eyes staring into the Sarkaz’s. It made her feel alive, being pushed into a corner like this and showed that a simple movement of another’s wrist could be the end of her life. W’s breath quickened, feeling her pants strain at attempting to conceal her hardening length. To become this turned on at what could very well be the end of her life - She knew she was a sick person, a twisted, sadistic, masochistic, vile person.

W did not care.

This was exciting, it was thrilling, even. Ines’ knife against her neck, her heart thudding in her chest, sweat dripping down her forehead. W knew that Ines must have been enjoying it, too. For all that the other “Sarkaz” didn’t show, she showed twice as much. The glint of delight in her eyes, even if they were full of hatred. The way she pressed the knife harder against W’s throat, leaning her head forward as her hand continued to hold the demolition expert’s left hand against the wall. The air was cold and, frankly, they were out in the open. Anyone could walk down this alleyway and watch the women locked in what very well looked like a life-or-death situation.

“Whore,” Ines stated, coldly and bluntly. They pressed the knife to the large vein on the other’s neck, watching it pulse with excited blood before they met W’s stare again. Ines’ eyes were sharp, calculating, cold, and utterly unreadable. W’s were not as good at hiding her feelings. Desperation, arousal, and want lingered in those orbs of red. “I could kill you, easily. All it’d take is a thrust,” Ines pushed the dagger harder, barely enough to draw blood but not any deeper, “A slice,” The woman dragged the blade to the right, opening the wound a little more. W felt her breath become short and labored, her mind turning foggy from the way she could only focus on Ines and her sharp edge against her throat. “Or, I could put a hole in your heart. I wonder which one you’d prefer, W?” The Sarkaz felt trepidation take over body. Oh, how she wondered how it felt to feel your life slowly drain away, feeling your eyes grow heavy and your blood trickle down your wounds.

“I-... I don’t know Ines, maybe I’d be inclined to answer if I had a little motivation behind it?~” W asked, her mouth forming a sly smirk as she pressed her thighs together subconsciously. A split second passed from the moment Ines let go of W’s wrist and when it pressed hard against the wet spot of W’s pants. It made the Sarkaz gasp, the force and suddenness of it sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The knife was still pressed against W’s neck. When W managed to recuperate from the momentary burst of pleasure, she was met by that same cold, indifferent stare. “G-God, you’re really the definition of an ice queen, you know that?”

“Unlike you, I don’t lose composure and feel aroused when I’m faced with the real possibility of death, W,” Ines retorted, moving the knife to just an inch away from W’s right eye. The sharp point threatened to penetrate her eye, though only did not because of her being pressed against this wall and Ines’ expert handling at using a knife. The Sarkaz opened her mouth to retaliate back, but was silenced when Ines’ hand swiftly moved to press the knife to the roof of W’s mouth. “Say another word and you’ll lose that loud tongue of yours,” Ines stated - commanded, W’s eyes widening a bit as the dagger user’s other hand explored W’s lower half, eventually finding a button and a zipper and slowly undoing them. Soon enough, Ines had wrought out the Sarkaz’s hard member from its prison, all the while ensuring that she didn’t make a single syllable as she held the knife to the woman’s mouth. Ines then wrapped her hand around W’s hard, throbbing shaft and began to stroke it. Slowly, tauntingly, torturously. The pace of Ines’ movements was just that - Torture. It was so painfully slow, it offered little pleasure and only increased the Sarkaz’s desperation. Yet W could not move, she would not move. For as much as she enjoyed inflicting pain on others, W also enjoyed pain being dealt to her, perhaps to a quite literal extreme extent. W had always fantasized about death. Dealing death, experiencing death, delaying death, preventing death all to deal death again, she was as fascinated by it as much as she was aroused by it.

“I can see it in your eyes, W,” Ines’ sudden statement wrought the Sarkaz from her thoughts, her red eyes looking at Ines as the other woman continued her train of thought. “How you are enjoying this… I can feel it, too,” Ines squeezed W’s cock hard, causing the Sarkaz to make a sound akin to a yelp, the knife drawing blood. W tasted iron in her mouth and her twitching, pulsing shaft threatened to climax. Ines must have felt the Sarkaz’s built up arousal reaching its end and let go of the woman’s cock, leaving her twitching and bucking into the cold air. “If you are so stimulated by being treated in such a humiliating, pathetic manner, than I suppose I should take responsibility - Or…” Ines took the knife out of W’s mouth and let her arm rest by her side. W did not move other than closing her mouth, her tongue lapping whatever blood came out of the wound in her mouth.

“You would not find much enjoyment in finishing yourself off, nor would you find it nearly as exciting for me to take you here,” Ines paused, some flicker of a smile on her face. “W. I enjoy these little bouts, our hatred for each other… But I think this hatred has evolved into something else, hasn’t it? It is not love. It is lust,” Ines said with a calm expression on her face, deciding to sheath her dagger. W’s cock twitched once more, refusing to calm down as the Sarkaz’s heart beat a million miles an hour from the remaining arousal coursing through her veins. “I’ve decided. From this point on, you are my pet. You will be something I turn to when I am feeling frustrated. Perhaps I will collar you, or carve my name onto your stomach… I do not know,”

“H-ha! Your pet, Ines-” A dagger was swiftly thrown just under the Sarkaz’s cock, barely grazing her balls to leave a lingering stinging, paper-cut like pain on the sensitive skin.

“Do not play coy with me, W… You know you’ll enjoy it,” Ines turned and stepped out of the alleyway, doing little to ease the Sarkaz’s aching member. W took a moment to process what she had been told, her right hand grasping her hard member as she began to stroke herself. Ines’ pet… The Sarkaz let go of herself when she felt an orgasm coming, relishing in the way her body subconsciously bucked forwards in an attempt for stimulation to reach the tipping point.

Ines’... pet? W smiled. That sounded amazing.

To be continued!

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It wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same! W laid on her back inside of her tent, staring up at the top of her tent as her chest heaved up and down from exhaustion. Her arm ached from how furiously she had been masturbating, her eyes half-lidded and body covered in sweat. The previous day was when that encounter with Ines happened, when she had that knife at her throat and she was edged to near climax in public in some back alleyway. The Sarkaz reached up to her neck and placed her hand over where the knife had been, a small cut still healing. Her other hand lay encircled around her cock, her length hard and throbbing but W was simply… Not able to release herself. No matter what cruel and fucked up fantasies she conjured in her head, she wasn’t able to get herself off again. She had come with tying a bomb collar around someone’s neck, putting it around her own neck and setting the timer for ten minutes to try and get off before the timer ended, came up with parading around fully nude under some Sarkaz armor or under a trench coat. W let out a frustrated groan, sitting up as she looked at her worn out arm, tired from furiously trying to get off at her twisted thoughts. It didn’t help that these thoughts always aroused her, always having to excuse herself or ease out of a conversation to ease her pent up arousal and purge her mind of the deeply arousing fantasies in her head.

“Damn that woman,” W groaned out as she ran her left hand through her hair, looking up at the ‘ceiling’ of her tent with frustration stretching across her face. “Damn that woman!” She repeated, her eyebrows furrowing as she hit the ground next to her with her fist. Her eyes trailed on her erect cock, throbbing and twitching in the cold air as it desired, needing a release from this pleasurable agony. W was a fan of edging and denial, of course she was, but… But when she needed some sort of release and she was unable to get herself off? It frustrated her to no end. It felt as if she had been cursed by that ‘Sarkaz’ woman, by that Ines. W attempted for another ten or so minutes to get off, but no matter how hard she tried, how hard she gripped her throbbing member, how quickly she stroked herself, it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. Pride died in her throat as she swiftly slipped on her outfit and hastily put on her boots, walking through the camp until she came across Ines’ tent, slightly larger than W’s. Luckily it was fairly isolated, so W was able to voice her frustration loud and clear.

“What have you done to me, Ines?! What… What did you do?” The Sarkaz accused, crossing her arms as she watched the tent unzip from the inside and out came Ines, also wearing a more casual outfit of a simple shirt and pants held up by an unassuming belt. “I have… I can’t- I can’t…” Ines’ mouth formed the faintest smile as she came out of her tent, deciding to also cross her arms and stare at W. Her eyes went half-lidded, eyebrows raised as her smile showed teeth. “I can’t… get off anymore, Ines. What did you do? Slip me some drug, put something in my coffee without me looking?!” For the first time in a long time, W was visibly frustrated and fed up with another person. It was worse that Ines was looking at her with such a smug, proud expression, something entirely unlike Ines.

“Nothing so dramatic, W. I told you, didn’t I? You’re mine now. Naturally-” Ines pressed an index finger against W’s lips when she opened her mouth to speak, causing the words to die in her throat. “Quiet. You ask me a question and you want to interrupt me? Pathetic. As I was saying. Naturally, I’d make it so you can’t pleasure yourself. You may try, but you’ll only end up as you are now; Frustrated, desperate,” Ines leaned in to W’s right ear, whispering hotly against it, “Needy for someone’s touch,” Ines leaned back and released her finger from W’s lips, allowing the woman to speak and process what she’d been told. W’s eyes were hazy with lust yet fiery with frustration. The Sarkaz was unable to comprehend what she meant with her mind foggy like this.

“I… I don’t understand,” W admitted, squeezing her hands into fists and opening them again, fidgeting to try and distract herself from the way her cock strained against the tightness of her pants. Attempts to block out the fog that was her lust was in vain, however, she had riled herself up to the point of near madness. All she wanted was release, to feel that high of a climax again. It had only been one day since she last masturbated and felt it, but she didn’t care. The Sarkaz was the definition of lust incarnate at times, able to raise herself to orgasm ten times in the span of two hours should she have the proper state of mind. That state of mind was here, present in this very moment, yet W was unable to relieve it by her own hand.

“Fine, I’ll spell it out for you, since you’re unable to think for yourself. You want to feel the thrill you experienced yesterday, but you aren’t. Sure, you can conjure up some… Sick fantasy, though it’s not the real thing. You want to feel… small and weak, under someone’s hands again. You can’t get that feeling when you’re just doing it yourself, you know? Only someone else can give that to you… I did tell you that you are my pet now, W. You should’ve taken that as a warning,” Ines explained it so casually, so loosely and so freely, W couldn’t help but take her words as some sort of universal truth. She remembered how she felt the previous day, of course. How she lingered on the edge of death with a knife at her throat and felt so mushy under Ines’ touch. The Sarkaz felt her mind go in all kinds of directions, she didn’t… She didn’t want to be Ines’ pet.

Didn’t she?

She didn’t want to feel owned by someone, to feel like she was dependent on someone else for her life, for her pleasure. W felt her mouth water at the thoughts and her body betrayed her, feeling herself twitch and pulse in her pants. She pressed her teeth together and let out a quiet sob of frustration, the single twitch sending a shock through her system. Even if she had not gotten off, she was still teetering on the edge, every movement feeling like an eruption of sensitive pleasure. W fell to her knees, eyes squeezed shut as she muttered something under her breath.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you properly, W. Care to repeat that a little louder?” Ines mocked, her face its normal expressionless visage while a sadistic glint gleamed in her irises. The woman tilted her head to the right and up, her smile showing canines. W balled her hands into fists and let out a shaky exhale. Ines could see it, the woman was going mad from her desperation. The Sarkaz was already an insane woman, fueled by sadism and masochism alike, getting off on every kind of pain imaginable. For her to be so desperate for release despite how much the woman relished in agony, Ines couldn’t help but feel proud. W raised her head and looked up at Ines, tears welling in her eyes.

“Please, please… Please help, Ines. I-I can’t handle it anymore… I need… I need…” W felt her words die in her throat as she looked up at Ines. Her smug smile, her half-lidded, knowing eyes, the way her form was cut out in such an alluring, yet dangerous shape… W bit down on her tongue hard enough to draw blood. “I need you, Ines. I need you… I need you to touch me, to… To make me feel like that again. God, please… Please, please…” She felt her voice crack and tears trail down her cheek, knowing she was literally begging at the other woman’s feet. W didn’t care, not anymore. Pride be damned, she would be Ines’ pet if that meant she’d be able to feel like that again. She felt like she was begging for an eternity before she felt Ines’ hands clutch both of her cheeks, the woman having knelt down to do so. W looked up with wet, cloudy eyes, her hands shaking as they grabbed a handful of snow on the ground.

“Ssh, ssh, alright… I’ll help you out, W. But… You know what this means, right?” Ines caressed the other woman’s cheeks with her thumbs. It felt oddly comforting to W, despite how she had been begging her heart out just seconds before. It felt… good. W swallowed, she knew what it meant. She knew that if they did go through with this, their relationship would change forever. They wouldn’t be hateful enemies or rivals anymore, they’d have a new form of relationship: One of mistress and pet. Her mouth went dry, but she found it in her to answer anyway.

“I don’t care, Ines. I… I don’t care anymore. I want you, I want you and only you, can’t- It can’t be anyone but you, Ines,” Admitting it out in the open felt humiliating in every way possible. W knew that’s what she wanted though, even if her proud mind didn’t want to admit it previously. Had she always wanted this…? To be owned by someone? Is that the feeling she felt when she saw Doctor Kal’tsit before? Was that this?! The realization hit her harder than any bomb shockwave had before, yet it was enough to make confidence swell in her heart. She wanted this.

“You want to be… Mine? A pet, a slave, a servant to me, and only me? Is that what I heard you say just now?” Ines asked, seeing the desperation swell in W’s eyes. God, W felt so hard in her pants it hurt. She was confident nothing had gotten her this hard since… Since ever. The question ran though W’s mind like a slow river, her mind able to process it enough to the point she was able to form a coherent answer.

“I…” W paused, making Ines’ eyebrows raise as her curiosity peaked. “I… Yes. Yes, Ines… I… I don’t care anymore, I’ll… I’ll do anything! Anything for you if you just… If you just help me…” The final, clear admission made Ines hum contemplatively, caressing W’s cheeks again as she stood. Ines looked down at W for what felt like infinity before motioning her head towards the tent.

“Inside. Strip once you’re in,” Ines said loud enough for W to hear. The Sarkaz was stunned for a moment, but nodded her head and hurried inside. She fiddled with the belt first, slipping it off and finding somewhere empty of Ines’ belongings to put it. She took off her shirt next, slipping it above her head and tossing it with the belt. W could hear Ines enter and zip up the tent behind her, feeling her eyes on her back as she shakily took off her pants then her boots, putting them with the rest of her clothes. Ines scoffed quietly at the lack of any underwear, though it certainly had looked like W was in a rush to find her tent, so she couldn’t blame her exactly. The woman was a bit confused when W remained standing, facing the other direction.

“W. Face me,” Ines ordered, making the Sarkaz turn around finally. Ines tapped her chin thoughtfully as she let her eyes wander all over the Sarkaz’s nude body. Her bigger-than-average breasts, a pair of visible scars present, making the ice-cold woman feel at least a little understanding of W’s initial unwillingness to turn around and face her. Then her eyes traveled down to the cock that stood at full mast between her legs. W let out a shaky exhale. Normally, she’d be absolutely against showing her nude form to someone like this. When her mind wasn’t clouded with lewd and sick fantasies, she was quite the dysphoric little Sarkaz, constantly unsure of the body she belonged in. God, what if Ines thought her to be ugly and didn’t want her anymore? What if… What if she wasn’t up to Ines’ standards? Did Ines have standards? Of course she did, that was a silly question. But… What if-

“You’re beautiful, W,” Ines said, taking a step towards the other woman as she wrapped her arms around her neck. “Don’t worry your little head about it, hm?” W felt an emotion unlike any other she had felt before. She was certain if she wasn’t currently experiencing no doubt the most arousal she’d ever felt in her life, she’d let out a few tears of genuine happiness. Yet, she couldn’t, distracted by the way her entire body wanted attention. “Lay down for me,” Ines whispered and W obeyed, laying on her back with her back slightly arched to look at what Ines was doing. “No, no, silly girl. Lay down completely for me,” W felt her body freeze, unable to comply with that. She thickly swallowed, pupils dilating and eyes widening as she simply shook her head ‘no’ to Ines. A small frown came on the vanguard’s face before she let out a sigh. W was certain she’d disappointed Ines and… for a reason she was unable to figure out, it made her heart sink. For all the fucked-up antics they had gone through, hell, Ines was an inch away from ending her life the previous day… W felt inadequate. Then, Ines surprised the Sarkaz with words she was confident she’d never hear from another person - Especially not Ines of all people.

“I know how much you want me - And how much you need me, W. And I am not going to be gentle with you, I… Much like you, find enjoyment in cruelty… But I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide yourself from me, W. You’re a beautiful woman,” Ines’ fingers trailed the surface of W’s breasts, then down towards her crotch. “There’s no reason for you to hide that from me… Nor do I want to do anything you don’t like. You came to me to be my pet and so that I can please you…” Her fingers dragged gently across the bottom of W’s hard shaft. Ines continued, “Not that I could harm who you are as a person. I only came to harm your body, because you’re a needy, sick, twisted, pain-slut. Do you understand?” The words would likely have been contradictory for any other pair of people, but W understood what she meant. The two of them got off on one another’s agony, pleasure, sadism, and all other sorts of things. W swallowed, offering a nod.

“Use your words,” Ines added. W nodded more enthusiastically this time.

“Y-Yeah, Ines… Yeah,” She felt safe. It was a strange thing for her to realize, but… She felt safe with Ines, the woman who had tried to kill and almost succeed at killing her for the better part of a few years. She felt… safe. When was the last time she had felt that? W was brought back from her memories when she heard Ines hum thoughtfully, looking up at W.

“Tell me, W, what… Do you like? I know you’re a fan of… not so consensual acts, that much is obvious. I can also tell you’re a fan of knives, along with other forms of sexual and physical torture, but what else do you find fun, hm?” Ines’ question made W go blank. It was the first time she had been asked by a partner what her tastes in sexual activities were. It was true that the Sarkaz often thought of various fantasies including rape and other violent, sexual acts. Indeed, she had thought about going out to find some innocent girl and take her in the snowfields, then probably finish her off with an explosion or a stab to the gut. W felt her shaft twitch at her thoughts, but it didn’t help her answer Ines’ question. She opened her mouth after about thirty seconds of thought.

“I like… Um,” W drew a blank. She didn’t know. How could she know? She had never had the chance to explore those things. Ines only smiled and sighed, nodding her head in apparent understanding.

“It’s alright, I know you’re in a bit of a situation here, so let me help with that first. Does that sound good to you?” Ines asked, leaning to the side as she picked up the very same knife Ines had held against W’s neck the previous day. Glancing up to search for the Sarkaz’s answer, she saw a nod of her head. Ines opened her mouth to tell the woman to speak, but W caught herself this time.

“Y-Yes, Ines. That, that, uh, yeah, sounds good-” W managed to stutter out her words, feeling another twitch possess her meat as she saw the knife brush against her hardened cock. W let out a moan, the mere thought of Ines letting the life slip and slice the sensitive appendage open sending pleasurable waves down her spine. Ines then clambered on top of W, still clothed and dragged the knife down the right side of W’s cheek. W felt that feeling return again, that lingering feeling of death present from Ines. The vanguard then placed her legs in such a way where W’s cock was sandwiched between her forelegs. W saw how the other woman’s cheeks flushed a shade of red, too, visible arousal present on her face.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” W made a sound akin to a confused moan before lips met lips and tongue met tongue. Ines’ kiss was deep, passionate, a little forceful, and all too rough. However, that was exactly what W wanted at this moment. She wanted rough, she wanted forceful, she wanted blood to be drawn. Ines pushed her tongue further into W’s mouth and pushed her down, the Sarkaz surprised by her ferocity but nonetheless accepted the impromptu make out session. W closed her eyes and let her hands wander, eventually coming to rest on Ines’ ass, which the Sarkaz couldn’t help but squeeze and feel handfuls of softness envelop her hands. Ines moaned softly in the midst of their wet kisses and pushed even harder against W. Their breasts pressed together and W could feel how Ines, too, was a little pent up from the day before. Then, Ines pulled away, leaving the two of them breathless as a trail of saliva connected their mouths.

“Fuck,” Ines cursed, hissing the word out as she dragged the knife across W’s stomach, enough to draw little droplets of blood. W’s mind was drunk, lost in a sea of arousal and lust as she looked up hazily at Ines, offering small moans of pain as the woman cut small wounds into her. Ines then dropped the knife and took off her clothes, first taking off her shirt which revealed to W the large bosom the vanguard possessed, held back only by a bra which was promptly tossed to the side as well. The other woman slipped off their pants and then their shoes before getting atop W again, who was hypnotized by Ines’ nude form atop of her. The woman positioned herself so that W’s cock pressed flatly against her stomach, Ines moaning as she looked at W. “You’re so… Big… Fuck, W, look what you’ve done to me,” W was unsure what she meant for a moment until she glanced down at Ines’ cunt. She was wet, dripping with her own slick. Ines then raised her hips so she was properly lined up, glancing at W.

“Do you care for pro-”

“Nope!” W answered hastily, eyes fixated on the way her cock throbbed and pulsed, waiting to be enveloped by Ines’ warmth. Soon enough, Ines lowered herself on W’s cock, letting out a low moan of pleasure combined with a groan from W. The Sarkaz was large, splitting her open and reaching depths her fingers could never hope to achieve. With a scream of ecstasy, Ines slammed herself all the way down on W’s hips. The Sarkaz clenched her eyes shut and felt her hands grab Ines’ hips hard, the sudden tightness and warmth making her groan. Her eyes opened again when she felt hands around her neck, looking up at Ines who was similarly drunk with lust. No words needed to be shared between them, they were both sadists and W was the very definition of a masochist. As Ines began to ride the Sarkaz, churning her hips back and forth and adding slight rotation, she squeezed her hands around W’s neck. The Sarkaz did not resist, only keeping her eyes on Ines and the way her breasts jiggled as she moved her body. Her airway became restricted, being choked out by Ines’ surprisingly strong hands. Ines hastened herself, closing her eyes as she lost herself in the moment.

“God, W, you feel so good… How many… Women have you broken with this thing, I wonder?... Mn, no wonder you get off on taking people without their consent, I’d be addicted to it if I had a-ah cock… This big-” Ines squeezed her hands tighter around W’s neck, sighing and moaning as she felt her insides clench around the large rod the Sarkaz had between her neck. W felt her eyes roll into the back of her head, seconds away from consciousness before Ines let go of her neck. W gasped and sucked in air again, her strength returning as she fought off the effects of almost being choked out. Ines began moving more fervently and, finally, finally, W felt it. She made a sound akin to a loud sob, feeling a rush of pleasure surge to her cock.

“I-Ines, I’m… I’m close-” W said through gritted teeth, now moving her hips in rhythm with Ines’.

“Me too, W, me…!” She couldn’t get her words out before they both came at the same time. W let out a long, loud groan of relief as her cock shot out a thick load of Sarkaz sperm into Ines’ hole, milked out by the contractions and squeezing of the woman’s cunt as she reached orgasm at the same time. The women then sat there as Ines laid on top of W’s body, gaining their composure and their breath back as they remained a tangle of nude, pale limbs. Ines was the first to regain her sense of self, sitting back up with W’s cock still very much sheathed inside of her.

“That… was wonderful, W,” Ines sighed, exasperated. She raised her hips and out flopped W’s cock, now softening thanks to the massive flood of cum W had managed to release. “But… Do you think I’m done with you?” W’s mind, foggy and only half-present, was only barely able to hear what Ines had said. W sat up and blinked at Ines, her eyebrows showing her clear confusion.

“W… What do you mean?” W asked, watching as her cock softened and became entirely limp, looking back up at Ines. “I… I can’t possibly go another round, Ines…” Ines smirked, turning around to retrieve a small box that she had hidden under some spare bedrolls. She then handed it over to W and motioned her head at it.

“Open it. Tell me what it is,” W was a little apprehensive at first, but took the box between still-shaky digits. It was a small, white box with a red ribbon tied around it. Curling an eyebrow, she undid the ribbon. Taking a few guesses before she opened the box, her cheeks went bright red and eyes widened as much as they could before she looked at Ines, then back to the contents of the box, then back to Ines. W attempted to stammer out a few words but eventually reached inside the box and pulled it out. It was a device with a locking mechanism on it, a ring at the base with a sort of cage attached to it. “What is it, W? You ever see one of these before, hmm?~” Ines’ voice was sweet with honeyed venom, naturally W would know what this is, but she’d never imagined… She’d be on the receiving end of one.

“It is a, uh… it’s a cock cage, Ines,” W said, cheeks burning with warmth. Ines extended her hand out and W placed it in her hand. Then Ines motioned at the ground again.

“Lay down, W,” The Sarkaz blushed even harder and opened her mouth to protest, but the more she thought about it… The more enticing it sounded. It’d be torture. It’d be agony. W was used to getting off at least… At least three times a day, but… With that on her cock, she wouldn’t be able to get off at all. Not with how hard she had to masturbate, anyway, and certainly not able to get off anymore on her own with Ines factoring in her skillful hands and potent ability to match W’s tastes. So, she complied. She laid down, but kept her eyes on Ines.

“Good girl, W,” Ines whispered, kneeling down as she opened the cage with a key she had… around her neck?! This woman was expecting this the whole damn day?! W felt a sense of betrayal, but she couldn’t lie to herself and say that it wasn't incredibly hot. Ines slid the base of the cage onto W’s cock and then pressed the second part onto her, taking the key and sliding it into the hole. Ines then twisted the key and let go of the cage, looking at how it was securely fitted to W’s cock. She fiddled with it a bit, ensuring it couldn’t be broken out of - She knew W was very fond of doing that - and hummed, happy with the result. “Now, W, let’s get formalities out of the way… You’re my pet now. A slave, to me, if you will. But I won’t demean you in front of our comrades. So, you’re to refer to me as ‘Mistress’ when we are alone - Including alone in public. Do you understand?” W mulled it over in her mind, biting her cheek as she thought about how that sounded. Calling Ines… ‘Mistress’? W’s cheeks blushed harder when she felt a tinge of arousal course through her body, nodding her head.

“Y-Yes, Ines-” Ines raised an eyebrow and W corrected herself. “I-I mean! Y-Yes… Mistress, I understand,” The other woman hummed in approval, taking the key and wearing it around her neck again, barely visible against her skin. However, W was curious about one thing…

“Ine-” She cleared her throat, recoiling in on herself as she fixed her error. “Mistress, I mean, um… How long am I wearing this?” W looked down at the cage on her cock. Ines tapped her chin in thought, looking up at the sky as if reviewing her thoughts visually. With a smirk that showed teeth, Ines sat atop of W’s hips and placed a kiss on her lips, a glint of dominance flashing in her eyes.

“How does ‘permanently’ sound?”