"Again?" Bell huffed a moan as she stepped through the front door.

A pair of crimson lace panties hung from the stair's railing. It was an old code from Bell's university days when she shared a flat with Annie. A simple code where either Bell or Annie would hang a pair of panties or bra on their bedroom door's handle. It warned the other that entering the room might not be the greatest idea. Or perhaps, entering would have been the best idea, depending on perspective. Bell always found the code to be a bit pointless. After all, for all her wit and charm, Annie had never been one to shy away from making noise during sex.

There were even a couple of times, when Bell was especially lonely during those youthful years, that she sat on her bed listening to those moans echoing through the flat and brought herself to orgasm in unison with Annie. Every time wishing that it was her who could make her sound that way, but she could never gather the courage to tell her how she secretly felt. In the morning she would always avoid eye contact during breakfast with Annie and her latest conquest. Her overnight date probably thought she was the shyest person alive. Annie, on the other hand, probably saw right through her facade. Not even Bell was that shy.

Bell's shoulders slumped as she quickly shut the front door to stop the chorus of moans from leaking into the street from the house. It had been another long, tiring day and truthfully this wasn't what she wanted to be greeted with when she got home.

She slipped her coat off and hung it on the wall before massaging the day's stress out of her neck. As she walked into the living room she placed the bottle of red wine, which she had brought impromptu on her way home, onto the dinner table. Her finger ran slowly down the neck of the bottle with disappointment.

The floorboards above her creaked as the bed rattled above. With a pout on her face, Bell fiddled with the slender collar she had been wearing in public since Annie had officially become her Mistress. It was a more delicate and elegant collar than the one they used at home. It helped to avoid those awkward conversations when it could be passed off as a fashion accessory. Despite its discreetness, the collar still reminded Bell of the connection she shared with her Mistress.

"I'm the one with the collar Annie," Bell muttered to herself, "shouldn't you be with me?"

Bell cringed as she heard her own words. She hated herself for thinking the way she did. But those thoughts had kept her company more than she wished the last few days. After all, it wasn't like Annie was with some random stranger. It was Sasha up there with her. They had history together. A lot of it as it turned out. Apparently, Sasha was Annie's first even before Bell knew that her best friend was bi-sexual. Plus Bell had enjoyed having Sasha stay with them the last few weeks.

She had spent plenty of time with Bell during her visit. Sasha would stay up late patiently teaching Bell how to do various Shibari knots and ties, always giving tips on how to perform them on herself. Bell was still far from proficient at tying herself up. But she was getting there. Slowly. Most of those nights ended with Bell blissfully tied up in the guest bedroom with Sasha sleeping beside her. Annie would always pop into the bedroom and kiss her forehead goodnight before heading to bed alone.

Bell sat against the table looking at the floor and scratched her forearm. Was she the one being selfish? Was she demanding all the attention from both her Mistress and her friends? Annie had never complained about being left out, she would just sweetly smile and brush her hair.

Bell's thoughts turned back to Jasmine for the first time in months, to when they broke up because Jasmine felt Bell was too close to Annie. Was it her turn to rip a relationship apart due to senseless jealousy? Bell's eyes turned to the front door with car keys still in hand. Hadn't Jasmine and Bell been in love only for that relationship to crumble to dust? She could feel tears welling up inside her as a lump caught in her throat. Was history destined to keep repeating?

A loud yelp from upstairs startled Bell and she broke into a half-hearted giggle. She had been on the receiving end of Annie's lust-driven spanks before. Bell convinced herself to stop moping about and try to relax. Annie was not Jasmine. She forced a smile and hoped her insides would soon follow.

As she glanced towards the stairs, with sounds of lust still flowing down them, she noticed a small note resting inside the discarded panties. Her heels clicked along the wooden floor as she went to investigate.

Bell's finger reached out towards the note. The panties where the note sat were part of a set Bell had brought Annie for her birthday, two months prior. They looked beautiful on Annie, the crimson lace and white trim hugged her hips accentuating her curves and the sheer fabric always tempted Bell's imagination. She loved peeling them off Annie with nothing but her teeth. Bell's eyes filled with lust as she fished the note out and saw how wet the inside of the panties was. Her heart raced as she flipped the note open and started to read it.

'Hey Pet, love you!

Hope you had a good day, I was thinking about you while

I was here all alone and I promise to help you relax later

but first, you need to earn it. I'll be with Sasha when you get

back, I know. I know. But she's only here for a few more days.

Please don't be too mad at me.

Anyway, I want you to strip out of those boring work clothes

and put on our collar along with the panties I've 'prepared' for you.

Nothing else but your cute bum.

Leave your clothes outside my door and no peeking! Make us a nice

dinner and I'll decide whether to devour you before or after the meal.'

The note had been signed with two pairs of lipstick; the deep ruby kiss would have been Annie's and presumably, the pinker lipstick was Sasha's. Bell found herself smiling as she read. It wasn't exactly what she wanted to read but at least she was still on her Mistress' mind and after all, it was her turn to cook. Bell grimaced at the thought of eating her own cooking once again, of all the talents she had developed over the years, the ability to cook a meal always alluded her. She flipped the note over and found some more writing scrawled on the back in different handwriting.

'If you are mad at your Mistress, then I'm gonna spank

you myself until you forgive her. Luv you xoxo

P.S. Sneak into my room later.'

Bell smiled at Sasha's addition to the note. As she reread the note, Bell's face went flush. 'And no peeking!'

It certainly wasn't Bell's proudest moment but a couple of nights ago, as Bell was heading to the shower, she couldn't help herself. The door to Annie's bedroom was slightly ajar and those moans were so enticing. What was a curious and lonely Pet to do? Just walk on by? Sure, that was probably the correct thing to do. Okay, it was obviously the correct thing to do. But she was far too horny to think straight that night. She was certain that she kept her moans quiet as she watched the two of them together. Always making sure she remained just out of sight.

That one thought persisted in Bell's mind. Did Annie somehow know what she had done?

Bell pushed the fear to the back of her paranoid mind. It was just another example of Annie teasing her. She couldn't possibly know what Bell had done. Then, reaching behind herself, Bell began to unzip her office dress as the plain top fell over her hips, she shimmied it down and stepped out. She slipped her heels off and wiggled life back into her aching toes.

She spent some time admiring her reflection in the mirror. She wore her pink bra and panties and while they weren't the sexiest set she had nevertheless, she did look good in them. Most importantly, they didn't drive you insane during a tedious nine-hour shift.

All she had wanted to do when she got home after work was to drink some cheap wine with her Mistress and Sasha and then for Annie to pull her aside for some private time. She wanted to feel those delicate touches again. Alone. A tinge of shame filled Bell as those envious thoughts intruded again.

"Annie has promised you private time, she has a plan for you too," Bell kept reminding herself trying to silence the green monster within. It was a losing battle.

With a pinch on the hooks, the soft bra fell to the ground. Bell's dimples popped on her blushing cheeks as it revealed a cute bruise on the top of her left breast where Sasha's nibbling addiction had gotten a little too out of hand. Next Bell slid her panties down her legs. She posed in front of the mirror thinking back to that night when no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the right outfit for her first 'date' with Annie. How all those months ago, she had stood frustrated in the same hall she now was, completely unaware of what delightful wonders awaited her.

Bell's fingers began to wander as they always did when she looked back on that precious night. She could still feel Annie's touch on her skin. The exact sensation of her finger, how much pressure her Mistress' fingers applied, how her nails lightly caressed her. Even the vivid memory of that jolt of excitement, the one that only Annie could elicit. They had all been engraved within Bell's mind. Every night Bell thought of the time that her oldest friend, now her Mistress, had first placed her divine tongue between her thighs.

Before long Bell was lost in her memories with her fingers playing their symphony along her thighs and flower. While her other hand lovingly caressed the collar around her neck which meant so much more to her than just a kinky accessory. Those memories held her captive until another joyful yelp from upstairs pulled Bell back to reality.

She blushed feeling the slickness on her fingers and picked up her Mistress' panties slipping them on. Unlike her Mistress, they didn't fit perfectly on her but it was good enough. The soft fabric felt amazing against her delicate skin. Finally, she removed her outdoor collar and set it carefully aside. Even after months of daily wear, she hadn't allowed it to get scratched or dirty.

Bell knelt as she opened the cupboard where she knew her true collar was kept. With bitten lips she reached out, her fingers brushing over the soft satin fitted inside the leather exterior and placed it around her neck. The three steel rings around the collar jingled softly as she tightened the buckle. With a click of a padlock, the collar was securely locked around her neck again and she let her hair flow down over it. Only her Mistress had the key to unlock the collar and would only do so once Bell had fulfilled her duties.

Bell shivered with delight as her puffy nipples swelled with excitement. They always did nowadays when that collar was around her neck.

The groaning from upstairs had changed to the more familiar tones of her Mistress' voice. Bell tried to imagine exactly what was causing Annie to make those seductive sounds. Was it a finger, a tongue maybe a toy, what devilish delights were they up to?

Bell gathered and folded her clothes neatly before clutching them tightly to her chest. One tentative step at a time, she slowly climbed the stairs. As she glanced up the stairs she noticed the door. Just like that other night, the door was left slightly ajar with light casting out into the landing. A light which invited mischief from a horny Pet.

'And no peeking!' The note had read. But did it really mean what it said?

Surely if she wanted privacy, Annie would have closed the door. Heck, if she really wanted privacy, why would she instruct her Pet to leave her clothes at the door? Only to tempt her Pet? Was it some sort of test? Bell paused before that one step she knew had bent with age, the step that always creaked when stepped on. She looked back at the light escaping from her Mistress' bedroom and listened to her calling out Sasha's name. Bell gulped as her nipples rubbed against the clothes in her arms.

"God, she sounds like she's getting close," Bell whispered under her breath to herself.

With her weight braced with a hand against the wall, Bell carefully stepped over the noisy step. Slowly she crept up the stairs. She could have a quick look. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity. Then she would leave her clothes and do as instructed. No one would know, so no harm.

Thud.

Bell froze as she bumped into the hamper at the top of the stairs. She spun to face the bedroom door waiting for a sign to indicate if she had been caught. She bit her lips nervously. Why had she been so clumsy? She knew that stupid hamper was there. It always was. Why Bell? Her heart refused to beat, not daring to make a noise. That torturous second seemed like an eternity as she waited for fate to declare its guilty verdict.

Cries of joy and depravity flooded the landing. Bell breathed a sigh of relief, instantly covering her mouth to silence it. She had gotten lucky and like a burglar in the middle of the night, she softly placed one foot in front of the other.

Whenever Annie demanded more or groaned Bell felt her flower twitch in response. Her breast rose and fell with excited breathing as she reached the guest bedroom, where she had spent so many nights the last couple of weeks with Sasha and her rope. She could feel the heat between her thighs grow as her Mistress' moaning enticed her forward.

She silenced a gasp and paused at a bowl on top of a small table between the guest bedroom and Annie's. The bowl had another note and a few choice items. Bell gulped and she squeezed her folded clothes into herself. Within the bowl beside the note was a small vibrating egg they had brought last month. It had come with an app that Annie installed on her phone before they even left the car park. Resting against that was a dildo gag with a padlock looped between the buckles, the dildo had clearly been used recently and still slick with one of their juices.

Bell reached into the bowl removing the two items careful not to make a sound by knocking the sides of the bowl. She leaned forward and peeked at the door. The sounds of sex hadn't stopped if anything they had increased. Her secretly planned disobedience was still hidden. Then with a nervous hand, she picked up the other note and slowly read it as she listened to the two sirens singing their lullaby on the other side of the wall.

'Toy in. Gag on. Dildo side first.

Try to guess who you are tasting.

Leave your clothes and

get your bum downstairs.

Your turn will come.'

The note, written with a shaky hand, was more brief than the last one, almost as if it had been written in a rush to get back to the sex. Bell quietly knelt, continuing to check the door for signs of disturbance and put her clothes on the floor. She had come too far to get caught now.

She took the gag and gulped. It wasn't the first time she had reversed the gag and she knew it wasn't too big for her. The first time Annie had suggested it, Bell had assumed she would hate it but once she tried it made her feel dirty in all the right ways. Slowly she worked it into her mouth, relaxing as it slipped deeper. Bell shivered as the taste that lingered on the dildo filled her mouth. Who's juices was she tasting though? Her Mistress' or Sasha's? She slowly pressed the padlock down.

Resting her head against the wall, her hair trailed down her shivering front. Bell's hand squeezed her breasts as she trapped a nipple between two fingers and pinched. Picking up the vibrating egg, Bell pulled her borrowed panties to the side and began to work it in. She struggled to keep her moan quiet. And the desperation to remain quiet only made her want to moan more. Her finger pushed the toy up as her pussy wrapped around it's gift. It felt so good as it rested inside her. Would Mistress turn it on while they all sat and had dinner, teasing her without Sasha's knowledge? The thought was almost enough to make Bell's legs tremble.

Bell picked up her clothes and crawled closer to the door. A yelp resounded down the hall as the sound of a crop against flesh snapped through the air. Either Sasha was slacking or Mistress was being a slave driver, demanding more pleasure. Bell's breathing quickened as she sucked on the gag. She was almost at the door. Soon she would be able to see what was happening.

"I deserve this. I've been at work all day. I'm her sub, not Sasha. I should be the one in there. So at the very least, I should be allowed to see it," In her mind, Bell kept trying to convince herself that her plan was justified.

She placed her pile of clothes, no longer as neatly folded as before, on the floor beside the door and crawled a little closer to the door. There was a mirror in the room, the same one she stood in front of that fateful night, that would reveal the rest of the room to her from the secrecy of the doorway. She could almost hear Sasha's licking now. As she peered through the gap in the door, she saw Sasha's bra carelessly discarded on the floor just in front of the door. She pressed herself against the wall, trying to catch a glimpse of the mirror.

"Damn it," Bell silently cursed her luck.

She could see the mirror, but it had been knocked at some point. It could still work, but she needed a better angle. Hanging loosely off the top of the mirror were Sasha's panties along with one of her stockings. Only God knew where the other one was.

She crept closer to the door, searching for the right angle as close as she dared to go. Her voyeuristic heart pounded with desire in response to those mere feet from her. Bell could see Annie's hand clawing at the bedsheets. How she wished those hands were on her. It still wasn't enough.

"Almost there," Bell nibbled her lips in anticipation.

In a moment of hesitation, Bell took a glance at the stairs. She could still turn around back. Leave her clothes by the door and obey her Mistress. She had promised to spend time with her. Surely Annie deserved a little fun without a perverted Pet peeping on her. What she was doing was so wrong. She needed to stop.

"No! I deserve this." Bell's pussy hissed angrily.

There was space for a couple more quiet steps without revealing herself. Only two or at most three more. She prowled forward as if stalking her prey. Slowly, so she could catch her prize. Bell's panties were getting wet. She could hear Sasha's delicious kissing and licking and the rustling of bedsheets as Annie gripped and pulled at them. Even those gentle whimpers that Annie would do when she was getting close to the edge.

The smell of sweat and sex filled the bedroom as Bell crept closer. She felt so alive and so ashamed. Behind the door the sound of debauchery was thick and clear, its claws grasped at Bell and held her captive. She was a prison to her desire and led blindly by its commands.

A little closer.

Just a glimpse of Annie's luscious brown hair was visible but Bell could tell that her Mistress was writhing in pleasure on the bed. She needed to see more. One more step, ever so quietly. It would mean being within the doorway, but still, the door would be just enough to hide her. Just. Risky perhaps, but she needed it. She braved the danger and found her prize. Her Mistress leaning over the bed evidently with Sasha knelt behind her, working that tongue that once experienced no one could ever forget.

Bell jumped, quickly pulling her head back into the sanctuary of darkness as her Mistress shifted on the bed, groaning in pleasure and glanced towards the door. Bell's heart caught in her throat. Did her Mistress see her? Would she be branded a pervert forever? She nervously peeked through the crack between the doorframe, half-expecting to see annoyed eyes staring back. But thankfully she saw that Annie had turned to face the other way again.

She was safe. Somehow. Once again, Bell crept forward watching the scene unfold in the mirror.

Annie's moans were intoxicating; without any thought, Bell plunged her fingers down her panties and began to rub herself to the image within the mirror. She felt so wrong and naughty for doing it. For peeping on her Mistress, but her pussy didn't care.

She was glad for the muffling the gag afforded, even if it meant she was drooling over herself. Though in truth, she would have been hard-pressed to outmoan her Mistress. Annie was quivering on the bed and Bell wasn't far behind.

Bell's fingers pressed firmly against her clit as her flower began to blossom, its nectar sticking to the panties she was borrowing. She sat up a little straining to get a better view. She could almost see all of Annie's back, with Sasha's tattooed arm resting on the small of her back. Bell heard Sasha pop her lips and giggle as Annie's pussy slipped from her mouth before greedily returning. The spy groped at her needy breast as her drool dripped over them, imagining how her Mistress always squeezed them as they kissed in the dark.

Sooner or later, Bell knew she would have to drag herself away from the show. But for now, she could secretly enjoy herself. She could edge herself and then rush downstairs to finish. No one would know. It was the perfect crime. Except for one major oversight.

Mirrors work both ways.

Annie's body tensed as she approached yet another orgasm and pushed herself up arching her back. Her hair flung over her shoulders as she let out a loud moan. Bell froze in place with her fingers still in her pussy as her Mistress stared at her in the mirror with a devastatingly mischievous face. Annie reached for something on her bed. Something small. Her phone.

"No! No, no," Bell moaned into her gag as she tried to fish something out of her pussy.

Before she could get it out though, Annie quickly tapped her phone, and the vibrating egg exploded into life. Bell jumped smacking clumsily into the door sending it flying open. Sasha burst into laughter at the sight of Bell writhing on the floor. Her secret was now exposed as she purred into the gag before them.

Annie stood catching her breath and walked over as confident and commanding as ever. She reached down and grabbed Bell by the hair and yanked hard, pulling her face up. She forced her horny Pet to look her in the eyes. Caught in her disobedience, Bell groaned as she looked up at her Mistress.

"Couldn't resist, could ya, Pet," Annie spoke with satisfaction as if she anticipated Bell's every thought, "was I not clear enough?"

Bell's eyes rolled back as the egg tormented her. Vibrations as powerful as that egg should be illegal. All she could muster in response to her mistress' question was a pitiful whimper and nod as drool dripped from her chin. Annie's fingernails traced a line from her Pet's belly button to her chest then twisted Bell's nipple.

"Then why are you peeping on us instead of downstairs?" Her Mistress continued the interrogation.

Sasha's hand shot up in her usual giddy fashion, "Oh. I know this one. It's cause she's a filthy lil' slut."

Sasha's laughter was immediately cut off as Annie glared her way. However, Sasha couldn't hide her smirk fully as she watched Bell struggle to explain herself.

The Pet knelt before her Mistress, her hands gripping onto Annie's legs for support, unable to recall the endless reasons she had invented just moments before. It made perfect sense before. It was her right, she deserved to see it. Even if she wasn't gagged that blasted egg had robbed her body of its ability to think. Seriously, who needs vibrations that strong? Bell's nerves went into overdrive as the cool evening air caressed her body.

Annie's smile widened into a grin. "Fine then. Sash, go get your rope, babe."

Sasha obeyed, bouncing out of the room and playfully nudging into Bell on her way past.

Annie pulled her Pet into the bedroom keeping her hair taut and forcing her to keep up on her shaking hands and knees. Bell crawled over the discarded clothes and a couple of toys that you would never keep out when your mother visited. She was led onto the bed, still warm from the other two's body. Bell knelt at the foot of the bed as her Mistress bit her neck and dragged her fingers across the side of Bell's butt. As Annie tapped her phone again, the egg turned off, and the tension in Bell's body swept away with a muffled groan. Bell's head rested against her Mistress' breast.

Through the doorway, a mischievous Sasha walked into the room with several lengths of red rope. She swayed into the room and deeply kissed Annie while pulling Bell's hair back to keep her at bay. Neither Annie nor Sasha took their eyes off the naughty Pet and their tongues danced together. Bell's fingers dug into the bed as her tongue massaged the gag. Her cheeks flared red in both lust, envy and frustration. She complained into the gag. Whined, begged and pleaded.

As their lips parted, both Annie and Sasha turned to Bell and simultaneously ran their tongues along the side of Bell's neck. Bell melted. Her hands were guided behind her back as the thick rope spun around her wrist. Had she been aware of anything but her insatiable lust, she would likely have been impressed at the speed the two girls worked at.

The rope was pulled tight, pinching her skin enough to leave an imprint once removed. Annie slapped Bell's ass before rolling her tongue around the Pet's nipple. While Sasha had already slipped off the bed and quickly laced Bell's arms up. She drew the elbows a little tighter than usual. Not enough to cause pain just enough to tease out a soft whimper from Bell.

Bell's ankles were next as the slightly frayed rope hugged her skin and pulled her butt down to her feet. She looked at the simple tie that forced her to remain kneeling as the delicate hands of Sasha quickly attached another length of rope to the bedpost. She tugged the rope pulling it taut and tied off the knot.

Sasha's hand reached around Bell and pressed against her clit while she bit her back. It was likely to leave another cute bruise to remember the night by. The other leg was next. Bound and pulled tight securely to the opposite bedpost. Forcing the Pet to kneel with her legs parted and held tight.

Annie smiled like a devil and withdrew a little from Bell. With her Mistress' saliva still drying on her nipple Bell tried to follow only to be pulled back by the rope mercilessly binding her to the base of the bed. Annie pushed herself back onto the pile of pillows on the opposite side of the bed and opened her legs so her Pet could see. She pulled a vibrator out from under the pillow and began to tease herself.

"Since you like watching so much Pet, that's exactly what you'll do," Annie teased, "and all you'll do."

"Aw, I hope I get to do more than watch. I was good, unlike this lil' slut," Sasha teased as her chin rested on Bell's shoulder.

Bell tried to wriggle forward and pulled against the rope that protected her Mistress from being devoured by her lustful Pet. She desperately searched for the ends of the rope around her wrist. If she could find it she could get free. Yes, she would be in even more trouble with her Mistress but she could reach her. She could cum with her.

"Where is it?" Bell whined in her head as her fingers frantically searched for hope.

There was a soft giggle from Sasha brushing her nails seductively along Bell's arm, "Do you really think I'd make it that easy for you?"

Sasha crawled across the bed towards Annie, brushing her slightly sweaty body against Bell as she passed. Bell's eyes were drawn to her swaying hips. She struggled and wriggled as she tried to get closer. Her hands gripped the rope that restrained her and yanked at it. No use. Sasha's knots were never easy to escape from. Bell jumped as she felt Sasha's feet reaching back and caressing her breasts. With a cruel smile, Sasha looked over her shoulder and licked her luscious lips.

In one fluid motion, Sasha's head turned and dropped between Annie's thighs nibbling her way up to her pussy. At the same time, Sasha pushed her butt up and showed off her pussy to poor bound Bell. Her lips and thighs were slick with desire. Bell sucked on the dildo, remembering how wet it was when she found it. She still didn't know whose pussy she was tasting as she moaned, but with Sasha's wet lips before her, she imagined licking her.

Annie's eyes were fixed with evil intent on Bell. Her stare penetrated her soul and exposed the Pet's dirty secrets. Bell blushed and tried to avert her eyes but couldn't. She was entranced just like that very first night. That divine spark she felt all those months ago on her hip returned, consuming her every thought.

"Please, Mistress, let me join in!" Bell pleaded as best she could through the gag.

Her Mistress slowly shook her head while biting her lips. Her intense stare never left her Pet's eyes. Annie's hips arched into Sasha's tongue, who had reached up to tease her nipple. Her breathing was getting faster and her stare more primal. Once more the hips jolted and her lip slipped from her teeth with a satisfying groan. Bell whimpered. She wanted to join in, She wanted to touch herself. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it.

"Eyes open!" Annie demanded, "Don't you dare take them off us again."

The sharp tone sent a submissive thrill down Bell's spine as her eyes took in the sight that she had so desperately wanted to see. That same sight which now tormented her. Bell's pussy was dripping. She yelped in surprise as Sasha's foot drifted lower and brushed against her thighs.

When Sasha's foot rested against her crotch, Bell started to hump the foot in desperation as her Mistress watched with delight. She briefly caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she had used to spy on them. She could hardly recognise herself in the state that she was in.

Annie shifted suddenly. Her hand grasped tightly on the back of Sasha's hair while her thighs clamped around her face. Again the Mistress jumped and moaned, pulling the tongue deeper into herself. Bell was getting close herself. A scream of satisfaction filled the room as Annie's leg wrapped around the back of Sasha's head, squeezing her tightly in. Refusing to let go. During Annie's orgasm, Sasha's foot slipped from Bell's grasp much to the Pet's dismay.

Amidst the moaning, Sasha dutifully ministered to Annie's clit. Licking, kissing and sucking. Doing everything she could to draw out all of Annie's moans. The sight before Bell was driving her insane. She was so close, yet she was not allowed to participate and that utter frustration was turning her on more and more. Why? Even though Annie's eyes had clenched shut as she started to cum, Bell couldn't bring herself to look away. She watched, longing and hoping.

Annie collapsed into the pillows as her orgasm subsided and stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. Her body would occasionally shudder as Sasha remained between her legs softly licking. A tender hand ran through Sasha's hair as a reward for a job well done. Slowly Annie propped herself up on her elbows and looked into the frustrated and horny face of her Pet, still sucking on the gag. Sasha, with lips and chin shining with a new gloss, giggled as she looked over her shoulder at Bell as well.

"So, whatever are we going to do with this lil' spy?" Annie's voice was still shaky from her orgasm.

Sasha slowly crawled along Annie's body, her hands on either side leaving a trail of kisses as she rose. She nibbled Annie's earlobe and then leaned in close to whisper. Far too quiet for Bell to hear. But, a smirk grew on Annie's face as she listened. The look sent a chill down Bell's spine. Annie nodded and Sasha quickly left winking at Bell.

Pillows fell off the bed as Annie moved closer to her bound Pet. She kissed Bell on her glowing cheeks as one hand glided down her back. With a nibble of Bell's chin, the Mistress slowly took a key that hung off the bedpost. She reached around and unlocked Bell's gag. Bell coughed as the gag was carefully pulled out and the build-up of saliva spilt out over her chin.

Bell immediately opened her mouth to speak. To explain herself. To give her excuses and apologise. But, before a word fell from her quivering lips her mistress, with a finger gently pressed against them, silenced her. Annie embraced her Pet with a deep kiss. Time and care melted away as their tongues played with each other. As Annie pulled away, she looked into Bell's eyes with equal measures of lust and love.

"You know, Pet," Annie spoke softly, "I'm going to have to punish you for being such a lil' perv?"

Bell bit her lips and quickly nodded. She knew that she had invaded their privacy.

Annie sighed and sat back on her heels, her head tilted softly to one side as she ran the back of her fingers delicately across Bell's rosy cheek.

"I've been spending too much time with Sash, haven't I?" Annie's voice was soft and elegant. "Well, I've got a solution."

The footsteps outside were returning and within moments Sasha leaned against the doorframe with one hand hiding something behind her back. Bell tried to see what it was. It must have had something to do with the whisper those two shared. Maybe even Annie's solution.

"Ann, you told her yet?" Sasha impatiently blurted out.

"Not yet," Annie shook her head then turned to Bell, "we were going to apologise by giving you a gift."

"A really sexy gift," Sasha interjected with a smile.

"You see, we figured that if we locked a chastity belt on Sash and gave you the key," Annie smiled, "but no. Not now."

Sasha walked over to the bed, revealing what was held behind her back: an elegant metal chastity belt with a pink trim. Bell gulped, trying to figure out what was going to happen. Why was Sasha moving towards her with such purpose in her stride?

"Mistress?" Bell asked almost nervously.

"You see Sasha was going to be your servant for the last few days so we could spend all the time together," Annie explained, "however, spies don't deserve servants. They deserve to serve."

Bell groaned as her panties were pulled down as far as the ropes allowed and the belt slipped underneath. The metal hugged her hips and pushed against her wet pussy. With a click, the belt was locked on. Bell jumped as Sasha gave her a firm spank.

"Now you'll have to watch us every night, Pet," Annie spoke while nibbling on Bell's neck, "you'll see every orgasm and hear every moan. And you'll lick both our wet pussies afterwards."

Bell whimpered at the thought of having both of them teasing her. Both Annie and Sasha leaned in and wrapped their soft tongues around each of Bell's nipples. Just what had the naughty spy gotten herself into?