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The Mistress and the Maid

Jenna, a stunning brunette in her early 30s, strode down the hallway of her luxurious penthouse donned in a crisp white blouse, a tight black pencil skirt hugging her curvaceous hips, and a pair of Prada stilettos that click-clacked with each confident step. Her doe-like eyes were narrowed behind her tortoiseshell frames, a sign that she was not to be trifled with.

She had just returned from another long day as a powerhouse corporate attorney, and she was in no mood for games. Her live-in boyfriend, Jack, a pothead stoner still tinkering in his mom’s garage at the ripe age of 27, was late again with her martini, and she could hear him engaged in some sort of WWE-style match with his PlayStation, based on the shouts and crashes emanating from the living room.

“Jack!” Jenna barked, her voice piercing through the cacophony of digital destruction. “My martini. Now.”

There was a momentary pause before a sheepish _”Shit, sorry babe, be right there!” _could be heard over the sound of a fallen controller.

Jenna rolled her eyes and continued her march towards the bedroom. Upon entering, she was met with a rather distressing sight: her poor, innocent vibrator, the Battery operated Boyfriend, clung helplessly to the headboard, its USB cable woven tightly around the wood, its batteries drained, as if some sicko had worked it to death.

“Jack!” Jenna screamed in righteous indignation, stomping her foot like a frustration’É cole child throwing a tantrum. “Get your ass in here, you fucking degenerate!”

Moments later, Jack slunk into the room, one hand occupied with a martini and the other holding a bag of Cheetos. “What’s the matter, babe?” he asked, a smidgen of orange dust clinging to the corner of his mouth.

Jenna grabbed the martini from his hand, taking a large gulp before pointing an accusatory finger at the pathetic, powerless lingerie toy. “You absolute pig. You worked my BOB to death, and now it’s completely useless!”

Jack looked down at the lifeless silicone, and then back up at Jenna, his eyes wide with faux-shock. “What? No, I just… left it there last time we… you know.”

“Bullshit, Jack. I’m not buying it. I think it’s time we set some ground rules around here. Starting with you actually putting out once in a while instead of just masturbating all over the house like some kinda horny teen.”

Jack opened his mouth to protest, but Jenna cut him off with an assertive shake of her head. “No, we’re doing this my way. I think it’s time you and I had a little chat with my lovely secretary, Diane.” She produced a tracheal key from her cleavage and held it up tauntingly. “She’s been eager to see to your… needs.”

Jack’s eyes widened in terror. “Diane? That shemale shit you keep locked up in the closet? Fuck, Jenna, I’m not into that!”

Jenna sauntered closer, her heels clicking menacingly on the hardwood floor. “Well, it’s this or we settle things… the old-fashioned way.” She smirked and reached for the paddle hanging on the wall.

Jack gulped audibly, and Jenna could practically see the gears in his peanut brain churning. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it! Let the… the she-demon suck my dick or whatever.”

“Splendid,” Jenna purred, grabbing Jack’s ear and twisting hard as she dragged him towards the closet, leaving a trail of spilled martini and half-eaten Cheeto dust in her wake.

As the door creaked open, Jack beheld Diane, the fabulous shemale executive assistant, adorned in a skintight black latex catsuit, her breasts straining against the shiny material. She was hogtied in a truly wonderful hogtied fashion: her hands cuffed behind her back, her ankles snared together, and her knees forced apart, exposing her thick, veiny cock.

“Afternoon, Jackie,” Diane purred, her voice like honey and gravel. “Long time no see.”

Jack stumbled backwards, the full weight of his predicament finally sinking in. Jenna grabbed him roughly by the hair, forcing him to his knees in front of Diane’s jutting cock. “Go ahead, Jackie boy,” she cooed. “Put that tongue to work and maybe I’ll forgive you for being such a lazy sack of shit.”