Jordan reached into the shopping bag with a grin. Natalie leaned forward, ied to see what she'd brought. The st time Jordan had e home with gifts for Sofia—during their dress-up tests for [Stylish]—Natalie had quite enjoyed herself.

  She rummaged through the bag's tents, pulling out…

  A ceramic bowl. It ainted pink, and i cursive, the word 'Princess' was embzoned on the side. A food bowl for a cat , obviously.

  Sofia stared, as if failing to uand what she was seeing. Then, her eyes went wide with e.

  Natalie couldn't help it: she burst out ughing. 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 turhe objed showed it off for Sofia, making sure the cursive 'Princess' was ly framed for her.

  Sofia, uandably, sputtered wordlessly in e, hands gestig. Finally, she strangled out: "You two are unbelievable. I 't believe—you would—ugh!"

  "Oh, e on," Jordan said, taking the bowl bad 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 washer, 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 le."

  "Oh?"

  Jordan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Much too le," she repeated. She faced Sofia. "Because, I meas 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 wear these." She reached into the bag and produced a pair of cat ears, bd fuzzy with pink insides.

  Seeing the accessory, Natalie started ughing again. Jordan had e prepared, tonight. She watched Sofia's rea as she took i ears, a mixture of indignation and mortification. Holy, 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 ughter. Jordan snuggled in, her amusement also radiating off of her.

  "Well, you heard her," Natalie told Sofia impatiently. "Armor off, ears o. Only people get to wear clothes."

  Sofia gred for a moment lohe her jaw in obvious determination. After being stripped and then dressed up in ridiculously skimpy armor, she clearly inteo follow through with their bet. To see her orders through any reasonable length.

  She took the cat ears from Jordan and, without ceremony, pced them atop her head. The white hair casg around the bovelty ears made them stand out even more starkly. She crossed her arms and gred daggers at Natalie, who, uurbed, just ughed 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 cs disappeared bato 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 annoyahough her mortification shohrough her flimsy attempts to seem like she was just 'suffering through'.

  Natalie took in the curves of Sofia's naked body, her cock twitg in admiration. Jordan noticed; she returo her earlier task, pig up Sofia's panties from where they'd been bundled on Natalie's cock. The delicate fabric slid over her sensitive skin, elig a shiver as pleasure pooled low in her belly.

  "So," Jordan said casually between strokes. "Have you sidered moving to the stage of her training? I think she's ready."

  Natalie sidered that. She studied Sofia, who had stiffe 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 her Jordan nor Natalie paid any attention. "I do not," she repeated, seeming to defte. "You two are such perverts."

  Jordan spared the woman a smirk. Then, with a spiratorial smile for Natalie, she dug out aem from her bag of wonders.

  A … choker, Natalie pced 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 stage of her training," Jordan tinued as if she hadn't pletely derailed Natalie's train of thought. "We should start putting that mouth of hers to good use, no?" She ughed. "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, flig between Jordan and the choker in her hands. Arriving, Jordan unhooked Sofia's colr, then repced it with the choker. The fabric atuated 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 fetting 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 haling 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, twitg and eager, slid up the flushed skin of Sofia's fato her cheek and to the right of her id there, pulsi. Sofia's blue eyes went cross, and she started to pant hotly, uo hide her arousal. She looked at Natalie's length with something close to disbelief, or awe, her breath ing in quick, shallos, 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 positiohe girl's lips onto Natalie's tip.

  She could hardly believe the sight. Sofia—perfect, untouchable Sofia—about to take her coto her mouth. The reality of it sent a jolt through her, her core g and her dick twitg against Sofia's face. Sofia trembled in response, shivering with her excitement.

  Jordan leaned into Sofia, her lips almost toug Sofia's ear. "Well, what are you waiting for, Princess? Show her what you do."

  Sofia, finally, as anded, parted her lips.

  Natalie's breath hitched. She watched, entranced, as a wet heat enveloped her. Sofia took her slowly—deliberately—sav 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."