The Master sat on the corner ottoman, watching them make the bed.
He’d commanded them to make the bed without the use of their hands, but of course Mandy hadn’t been able to obey him. Now her arms were tied painfully behind her, in long leather sleeves woven together from wrist to upper arm. Chrissie, however, still had use of her arms, for balance, and so forth, but mostly she kept her hands clasped at the small of her back.
He watched as they moved, asses in the air, sheet corners in their mouths, as they writhed in front of him, trying to pull the fitted sheets around the mattresses. With the bedframe in the way, that wasn’t working, so Chrissie lifted the whole corner with her head, as Mandy pulled the sheet over and down with a snap.
He smiled to himself, and slipped his right hand around his cock, stroking slowly. The sheets had just been changed yesterday, when Mandy had flown in. The three of them had made use of the bed from the moment he got her home, and the sheets had been covered in cum and sweat.
They tried the same technique on the other side, with Mandy lifting the mattress up, but first the sheet slipped out of Chrissie’s mouth. Then she pulled so hard it popped up off the other side. He looked up at the clock. “You have 20 minutes, ladies,” he said.
“Or?” Mandy asked. Chrissie cringed as she asked.
“You don’t want to know Mandy. Although, if you keep up this attitude you will.”
“Let’s go,” Chrissie said, urgently, before Mandy could say anything. He wondered if she was just baiting him. They had talked online about some of the things he used for punishment. She could be pressing him to do it, which meant, of course, that it wouldn’t be punishment for her.
He watched as they got three corners on, noticing the bruises on Mandy’s ass from last night, and the way her pussy glistened. Chrissie caught his eye, and winked at him, and wiggled her hips. He motioned for her to come to him, and she knelt before him, wrapping her lips around his cock.
“You’ve got five minutes, Mandy, or it’s punishment time,” he said.
She turned, and realized Chrissie was busy. He saw anger flash across her face, and then a slim, quirky smile.
She took her time on the last corner, not going too slow, but not as fast as he thought she could really go. Chrissie kept up her good work, keeping him aroused, and letting it build the way he wanted. When the time passed, he let Mandy know she’d be punished. He grabbed Chrissie’s head and came down her throat.
He was glad they’d used the black sheets; the stains wouldn’t show as much.