5.23 – Pet III
Jordan reached into the shopping bag with a grin. Natalie leaned forward, interested to see what she'd brought. The last time Jordan had come home with gifts for Sofia—during their dress-up tests for [Stylish]—Natalie had quite enjoyed herself.
She rummaged through the bag's contents, pulling out…
A ceramic bowl. It was painted pink, and in elegant cursive, the word 'Princess' was emblazoned on the side. A food bowl for a cat or dog, obviously.
Sofia stared, as if failing to understand what she was seeing. Then, her eyes went wide with outrage.
Natalie couldn't help it: she burst out laughing. Jordan had, once again, outdone herself.
"It's perfect," Natalie said. "It's so perfect, Jay."
Natalie took the pet bowl and admired it. Grinning, she turned the object and showed it off for Sofia, making sure the cursive 'Princess' was neatly framed for her.
Sofia, understandably, sputtered wordlessly in outrage, hands gesticulating. Finally, she strangled out: "You two are unbelievable. I can't believe—you would—ugh!"
"Oh, come on," Jordan said, taking the bowl back and admiring it herself. "It's just a joke. We won't actually make you eat out of it." She paused. "Well. Probably, we won't. We'll see."
Sofia stared at her, obviously not sure whether Jordan was joking. Natalie wasn't either, to be fair.
"But," Jordan said to Natalie. "I do think there should be some new house rules for our pet. We've been too lenient."
"Oh?"
Jordan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Much too lenient," she repeated. She faced Sofia. "Because, I mean, pets don't wear clothes around the house, do they?"
The statement hung in the air.
"She makes a great point," Natalie said.
"No, she doesn't," Sofia growled.
"With one exception," Jordan corrected. "You can wear these." She reached into the bag and produced a pair of cat ears, black and fuzzy with pink insides.
Seeing the accessory, Natalie started laughing again. Jordan had come prepared, tonight. She watched Sofia's reaction as she took in the cat ears, a mixture of indignation and mortification. Honestly, Jordan might be better at teasing this woman than Natalie herself. And Natalie loved that for her. She squeezed Jordan's waist, showing her approval, biting her lip to stifle further laughter. Jordan snuggled in, her amusement also radiating off of her.
"Well, you heard her," Natalie told Sofia impatiently. "Armor off, ears on, pet. Only people get to wear clothes."
Sofia glared for a moment longer, then set her jaw in obvious determination. After being stripped and then dressed up in ridiculously skimpy armor, she clearly intended to follow through with their bet. To see her orders through any reasonable length.
She took the cat ears from Jordan and, without ceremony, placed them atop her head. The white hair cascading around the black novelty ears made them stand out even more starkly. She crossed her arms and glared daggers at Natalie, who, unperturbed, just laughed at the sight. It was, as expected, insanely cute—especially on Sofia, who clearly didn't want them there.
"Armor too," Natalie reminded her.
With a resigned sigh, Sofia started stripping. Piece by piece, her coverings disappeared back into monster cores, revealing her naked body.
"And give us a spin."
Sofia did so. She turned slowly on the spot, presenting herself to her two spectators. She kept up an air of annoyance, though her mortification shone through her flimsy attempts to seem like she was just 'suffering through'.
Natalie took in the curves of Sofia's naked body, her cock twitching in admiration. Jordan noticed; she returned to her earlier task, picking up Sofia's panties from where they'd been bundled on Natalie's cock. The delicate fabric slid over her sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver as pleasure pooled low in her belly.
"So," Jordan said casually between strokes. "Have you considered moving to the next stage of her training? I think she's ready."
Natalie considered that. She studied Sofia, who had stiffened at the suggestion. A grin spread on her lips, and slowly, Natalie nodded. "I guess it's mean of us to only tease. Especially when we've got her so hot and bothered."
"She obviously wants more," Jordan agreed.
"I do not," Sofia protested, though neither Jordan nor Natalie paid any attention. "I do not," she repeated, seeming to deflate. "You two are such perverts."
Jordan spared the woman a smirk. Then, with a conspiratorial smile for Natalie, she dug out another item from her bag of wonders.
A … choker, Natalie placed after a moment.
Another?
"I saw this and thought of you," Jordan said. She tugged on it with both hands, and the material seemed to protest the force put on it. "Because it's really cheap. It might not hold up to too much violence." She waggled her eyebrows, making the implication clear.
Natalie's heart jumped.
"So, for the next stage of her training," Jordan continued as if she hadn't completely derailed Natalie's train of thought. "We should start putting that mouth of hers to good use, no?" She laughed. "And with her mouth full, we won't have to listen to her keep lying to herself—and us—about how much she doesn't want it."
Un-snuggling herself from Natalie, Jordan stood and walked to Sofia, her hips swaying as she stalked toward her prey. Sofia's eyes went wide, flicking between Jordan and the choker in her hands. Arriving, Jordan unhooked Sofia's collar, then replaced it with the choker. The fabric accentuated the delicate lines of her neck. Jordan patted the newly donned accessory approvingly.
"Don't worry," she murmured. "We'll go easy on you, to start out with." She leaned forward, getting her lips close to Sofia's—which prompted Sofia to immediately close her eyes and tilt her head back. Jordan snorted softly, amused—as Natalie was—how easily she reacted, despite all the protesting. Jordan kissed her lightly on the lips, then pulled back. "After all, we wouldn't want to break you."
She took Sofia by the hand and guided the girl down to kneel between Natalie's spread legs. From this new vantage point, Natalie admired the two women in a wonderfully new way. Jordan, fully clothed in a casual outfit, but with a generous view down into her cleavage, and Sofia, naked save for the cat ears on her head, blushing furiously with her face so close to Natalie's cock—which still had Sofia's panties dangling around it. Sofia's ass was framed over her shoulders, the cherry-on-top.
"Alright," Jordan said softly, her hand settling onto the back of Sofia's head. "You know what to do. It's time to make your master feel good."
Natalie's pulse thrummed in her ears, anticipation overwhelming her as Jordan urged Sofia forward, hand on the back of her head. Natalie's cock, twitching and eager, slid up the flushed skin of Sofia's face—onto her cheek and to the right of her nose. It laid there, pulsing heat. Sofia's blue eyes went cross, and she started to pant hotly, unable to hide her arousal. She looked at Natalie's length with something close to disbelief, or awe, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, which had warm air tingling across Natalie's cock.
The warmth of Sofia's breath fanned her arousal. Natalie watched, enraptured, as Jordan urged Sofia up, her cock sliding against her face as she went. She positioned the girl's lips onto Natalie's tip.
She could hardly believe the sight. Sofia—perfect, untouchable Sofia—about to take her cock into her mouth. The reality of it sent a jolt through her, her core clenching and her dick twitching against Sofia's face. Sofia trembled in response, shivering with her excitement.
Jordan leaned into Sofia, her lips almost touching Sofia's ear. "Well, what are you waiting for, Princess? Show her what you can do."
Sofia, finally, as commanded, parted her lips.
Natalie's breath hitched. She watched, entranced, as a wet heat enveloped her. Sofia took her slowly—deliberately—savoring the moment as much as Natalie. Wet and inviting, the heat of Sofia's mouth surrounded her. The world narrowed to the sensation.
Her cock, being pleasured by Sofia's mouth.
"Good girl," Natalie sighed, a hand digging into Sofia's hair. "You're really such a wonderful pet."