A Kinky Misunderstanding

Loud, powerful clacks resonated against the marble of the opulent lobby. They conveyed the power and vexation of the woman striding toward the elevator. Mihri was incensed with frustration. Her meeting with the High Council had ended in the usual refusal to see the possibilities, the stratagems, that would allow them to subsume the other syndicates, leaving vampire kind to control the world from the shadows unilaterally.

As it should be! We have centuries of wisdom and we could make the world better! she screamed in her mind, as she snarled aloud. At the periphery, she saw the mortal guards behind the security desk flinch. Her gaze shifted to the trio. Her passionate thoughts making the long-suppressed hunger for warm blood direct from the source rear its ugly head. She halted herself, and straightened the designer business jacket she had worn to the meeting.

Looking over to detail on duty, she noticed Arnaldo. Despite his years of service with her, he looked nervous, or perhaps concerned? Mihri assumed it must have been over her outburst, and she felt terribly. It was all too easy to frighten mortals, even ones who had known her for so long. She offered a tight courteous nod out of embarrassment and hoped she could retain some of her carefully calculated stern and in control persona. All it took was one chatty familiar or devotee to shatter the illusion. She detested how careless her display had been.

She resumed her journey to the elevators, the clacking of her heels subtly softer though still commanding. Her posture rigid as she entered the code for her penthouse on the top five floors of the high-rise. As the secured elevator doors closed, she finally let out a languid sigh and let her shoulders slump. Mihri was weary. It was only a few hours to dawn, but dealing with decrepit windbags of the Council made it all the more exhausting.

She slipped off her heels, and picked them up off the floor, letting them dangled from two of her manicured fingers. She scrunched her toes. Through her hose she could feel the cool tile of her private elevator, familiar and soothing. Soon she would be home, sipping on crimson delight, and hopefully getting a neck massage from her dearest and loving wife, Theodora.

Mihri smiled. Their 600th anniversary was coming up soon. It should have been hard to remember those early days as far back as they were, but they remained vivid in her mind. She could picture perfectly the night they met. It was only a few days after Constantinople had fallen. Theodora, pale as the moonlight, was fleeing the destruction alone, frightened. She was set upon by brigands in a village at night, and Mihri, who had been stalking the criminals, tore into the assailants. Their cries for mercy pathetic and simpering as she drained them of every drop.

The remarkable part had been how Theodora reacted. Bathed in the blood of her attackers, she stood with conviction, not cowering away from Mihri. She had called the Turkish vampire beautiful, in her native language no less, and kissed her. The boldness, the utter lack of fear, Theodora had captured Mihri's undying heart instantly.

Rolling her head and massaging her cramping neck, Mihri snorted. It was astonishing how that same Theodora turned out to be silly and carefree in most of her life, but it meant they balanced each other well.

The automatic doors dinged open with the accustomed chime. Mihri half expected to see Theodora waiting with a pair of glasses and her wide smile as she usually did on nights Mihri attended Council meetings. Disappointingly, and quite surprisingly, the other vampire was nowhere in sight. Perhaps, she's gone to bed early? Mihri thought. But that made no sense, morning was still some time off, and Theo had a bad habit of staying up past dawn. She loved watching the sunrise through the filtered glass of their home.

Stepping from the elevator onto the carpet of their receiving room, Mihri's enhanced senses detected a storm of unexpected stimuli. She smelled decay. The scent of congealed blood, the pungent odor of flesh rotting on the bone, and under it, the aroma of hot, pulsing mortal blood. A range of strange noises echoed from the bedroom. Her grip tightened on her glossy heels. She padded silently forward, ready to pounce on any intruder, when a sudden movement and creaking sound halted the vampire in her hosed tracks. Out of the kitchenette ambled a skeleton, its ocular cavity filled with a sickly green light. The familiar sign of necromantic magic. Their intruder must be a mortal necromancer.

Mihri bared her fangs ready for a fight, but her jaw soon slackened. The skeleton, which wore an ill-fitted suit, bowed politely and offered her what appeared to be a warm towel. The vampiress, fangs still out, gingerly took the offered item and hesitantly patted her cheeks. It was a delightful feeling on her icy skin. She awkwardly thanked the skeleton and handed the towel back confused. It bowed again and turned picking up a glass of blood. Mihri took the blood with even more bewilderment.

Her undead greeter beckoned her to follow it. The queerness of the interaction enough to spark her curiosity and perhaps set aside her greatest fears that they had been attacked. Still, she had no clue as to why this bizarre skeletal figure was greeting her, and where was Theo in all of this? Mihri followed the new doorman back deeper into her own home towards the bedroom. A strange cacophony of sounds emanated from the space. The clatter and shuffle of undead creatures, the creak of rope, the faint hushed sounds of a voice other than her wife's and the bizarre sound of her wife muffled and whining.

The skeleton opened the door with a courteous bow. Mihri entered to a sight she most certainly had not been expecting. The room had half a dozen undead, mostly skeletons with a couple zombies mixed in, as her senses had surmised. What caught her attention, though, was her wife's presence, or her current disposition rather. Theodora was slowly swaying in a lattice of rope several feet off the ground, in a severe hogtie like position, completely nude, her fangs out and driven into a bright blue silicone gag. A hooded human woman in a garish outfit with sharp points and bone buttons that screamed stereotypical necromancer, stood toward the back of her dangling vampiric wife, one hand possessively on Theodora's firm pale ass, and the other holding a flogger.

Before Mihri could fully process the sight, the human, in a borderline cackle, commanded Mihri, "On your knees, creature! You dare interrupt your mistress's fun?"

The Turkish vampire finally dropped her shoes, her claws coming out and her fangs flashing as she hissed at the audacious mortal in front of her, trying to decide the best tactic to proceed. It'd been a long time since she had actually been in a fight, much less one with a magic user. Any coalescing plan dissipated instantly as the woman dropped the flogger, and threw back her hood displaying a frightened youthful face. Her hands in the air, not to cast a spell, but in submission.

"Oh, god, don't kill me! Look, I was invited here, I swear. I-I didn't mean anything... I, um, uh..." The human was frantic in her speech, and her panicked words jammed in her throat. Mihri realized the woman was no real threat. She hadn't even thought to shield herself with her undead minions. Mihri retracted her claws and crossed her arms as she surveyed this stranger and her wife. Theodora looked embarrassed if anything, while the human began trying to explain the situation. "Um, look, I-I was just answering your ad in the personals... and..."

Mihri cut her off, "What ad?"

"Oh, you know, this one..." The necromancer clumsily opened a pouch on her belt and unfolded an actual, physical newspaper clipping of all things. The mortified human pointed animatedly to a highlighted part of the paper, on what appeared to be the personals section, "See, right here your, um, ad said, 'Undead power couple seeks necromancer for domination.' I-I was just, and she..." the human looked to the trussed Theodora for support.

Mihri blinked several times, dumbfounded, as an offhand conversation with Theo from a few months ago echoed in her mind, and the pieces of tonight's puzzle fell into place. Rubbing her temples in disbelief, the unfettered member of the vampire couple turned to Theodora and stated exasperatedly, "You actually put the ad out?"

Caught red-handed, Theo sheepishly smiled around the ball gag and shrugged in her bondage, the ropes creaking. "Maahbegh?"

"Really, Theo? who puts help ads in newspapers anymore, especially ones about dominating the underworld?" Her disappointment in her wife's ineptitude when it came to the criminal world was only matched by her absolute adoration for the sweet vampire's attempt at helping Mihri with one of her many, many problems. A misguided attempt to lighten her load.

She turned to the currently silent, wide-eyed human who clearly was clearly only in her twenties. "Look... wait, what was your name?"

"Uh, Dee, Dee Harkness. Ma'am." The human's deep green eyes tilted to the floor out of nervousness or deference; the vampire couldn't tell which.

Mihri's eye twitched, did this little runt just call her ma'am? Did she look like a ma'am?! Never mind that, she reminded herself. "Look, Dee, it appears there has been a misunderstanding. My wife here meant for that advertisement, that I told her not to place I might add, to be for 'underworld domination,' not... well, not this." Mihri did her best not to laugh at her well-meaning, if maladroit, and slowly twirling naked wife. It was both comical and sexy. Mihri always did enjoy seeing her precious wife tied up, though, leather looked better on her than rope, and if she were totally honest, she preferred to be the one in bondage.

For her part, Theo spoke up, her words still garbled by the gag, "Whghp, ehgh, mehghn, ehph wegh arphh alhg haghen fuhn..."

"Are we all having fun, though?" Mihri asked half-jokingly striding over to her wife and cradling her chin.

Theo smiled broadly and nodded emphatically, "Yeph, yugh shood joighn." She batted her cerulean eyes at Mihri, a clear effort to entice her.

"Oh, really?" She smirked at her wife. They were both switches in their play, but they so rarely enjoyed the pleasure of both being submissives. It was tempting, and the rigging holding Theo aloft appeared quite well done, an indication that, despite her youth, this Dee knew a thing or two about what she was doing. Still, she wasn't about to put their fates in the hands of some unknown mortal without assurances, no matter the doe eyes her wife was making. One of them had to be the responsible adult in the room, and that always seemed to be Mihri.

"So, Dee, how long have you been a professional dominatrix? I assume you have a site I can check out to see the extent of your services?" Mihri laced her words with suspicion. She highly doubted this young woman had been doing this for long, though, again her rigging skills seemed more than respectable.

"Oh, you can trust me. I've got lots of experience. I've been doing this for years. And, uh, I don't have a site at the moment. Too public. Just word of mouth." There was a slight tremble to her voice as she spoke. Mihri could feel Dee's heart beating faster. Her blood rife with adrenaline. She was clearly lying, and it was a rather cute attempt at subterfuge.

"Word of mouth, and newspaper ads apparently." Mihri noted with a hiked eyebrow. The way Dee flinched, she knew her lie was unraveling. Her hands were rubbing together, her gaze averted from looking at the imposing vampire. And yet, she still hasn't made a move with her thralls, Mihri noted. She remained a nonthreat, and her attempts at deceit were endearing in all honesty. "Look, Dee, I can tell you are lying. Just be honest with me. What experience do you have and why did you respond to this ad specifically?" The words came out commanding, but gentle enough.

Dee looked at Mihri, a protest on her lips dying the instant their eyes met. The human must have finally admitted to herself whatever ruse she was trying at wasn't going to work. "I-I mean I like tying people up, but I've never... well, see this would be the first time doing it for money. Like, everyone I've played with has always really enjoyed it, so, um, when I saw the ad I thought maybe, you know, I could give it a go. I'm really in debt trying to finish my PhD and, um, I was getting desperate, but the ad..." the human's words died off ashamed.

Oh, you poor thing, Mihri couldn't help thinking. Any apprehension in her evaporating. She could tell the necromancer was being forthright finally. The clumsy way in which she spoke and how she fidgeted, it made Mihri want to hug the mortal and tell her she wasn't in trouble. In an effort to calm the woman the vampire asked, "And what are you studying?"

Dee, wide eyed, sputtered, "Arcane studies. Specifically, the implementation of necromantic magics in ethical and sustainable methods. See, I've been able to show how one can mitigate the questionable moral quandaries around the creation of thralls through careful surveys of applicants and the use of Tam's elaborate, though very effective, rituals that suspend nearly all decay."

Mihri chuckled aloud at the rambling over explanation she hadn't asked for. Seeing the crestfallen look on the human's face that followed, she quickly moved to assure the woman, "My apologies. I found your impassioned thesis rather charming. And I see no reason to let your academic studies suffer for any prudishness on my part, Mistress." Mihri surprised herself with that last word as much as Dee. She was the more cautious of the couple, and yet, right now, she knew she wanted to join her wife in letting this novice play with them.

A stunned Dee blinked at Mihri, "Um, does that mean you want..." The woman seemed too astonished to finish her sentence.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Mihri looked down at the goofy ball gagged grin of her wife as she answered, "Yes, Mistress, I'll submit to your control. If you will excuse my impudence, I would rather like to catch up on where we are. How long of a session has my silly wife paid for?" The vampiress laced her words with a sultriness trying to help Dee recapture the bravado she had greeted her with before. It did not appear to be working as the necromancer's voice stumbled through her answer. "Oh, uh, Miss Theodora asked for a demonstration of my skills before agreeing, to, um, pay or anything."

Looking at Theo, Mihri watched with amusement as her wife tried to act innocent. You're incorrigible, Mihri thought. "Mistress Dee, it would seem that your other slave, my lovely wife, has been a bit cheeky. First, we will pay you for your demonstration. Delightful suspension by the way." Dee's shoulders straightened and her forest green eyes beamed with pride at the complement.

"Second, would you be up for a three-hour session? Say for a full semester's tuition and living expenses?" Mihri delighted in the amazed look on Dee's face as she numbly nodded. They were wealthy beyond need, so it would be a trivial cost to the vampire couple, but life changing for this sweet, struggling young mortal. "And you would be welcome to use anything in our personal play room. We have thousands of restraints, gags, and toys we've gathered over the centuries." Noticing the confusion on Dee's face at the mention of their personal dungeon, Mihri added, "Oh, dear, did my insolent wife not inform you of our abundance of bondage paraphernalia? Not to overstep my place, but I think that might warrant an extra punishment for her."

A horny groan escaped Theo's gagged lips. The mention of the additional punishment finally seemed to snap Dee back into the scene. "I think you're right. But first I want to see what I'm working with. Strip and kneel for your Mistress." There was finally audacity and command to Dee's voice once again, and with her wife strung up so beautifully nearby, Mihri could feel her sex aching already as she removed her suit's blazer without a word. She licked her lips seductively as she made a show of unbuttoning her blouse and discarding it along with her bra. Then she took her time sliding down her skirt pumping her thighs and unnecessarily pushing out her butt. The look on Dee's and Theo's faces said both were thirsting for the Turkish woman over the display.

She stepped out of the growing pile of clothes and reached for her dark panty-hose planning to roll them off, but halted, Dee commanding her, "Stop! I rather like how those look for now. Kneel hands behind your head facing my other slave." Mihri didn't hesitate. For someone with so much power, influence, and physical strength, it was always a particular joy to submit. To relinquish the weight of responsibility, if only momentarily. She was already falling into that state of blind obedience she enjoyed. And this time, she would be enjoying it alongside her wife instead of from her wife, a delightful treat.

Despite the welling bliss of submission growing inside Mihri, she did have the cognizance to ask one final question before falling fully into her role in the game. "Mistress, my apologies for speaking out of turn, but what is our safe word today?"

Before Dee could respond, Theo garbled out the answer, "Coocuhmer, ig-th, coocuhmer." Inside Mihri laughed at the word, an old inside joke between them. It would certainly be an easy one to remember.

Dee's voice came with an edge of theatrical disappointment and harsh authority. "I'm disappointed Theodora. You just spoke without my permission. Tsk, tsk. I can already see which one of you is going to be a good girl, and which one I'm going to have to punish, frequently." Another pulse of aroused need hit Mihri. Her panty-hose were growing damp fast. It was probably, embarrassingly, obvious already. For such a young woman, Dee's persona and voice carried a surprising weight. It made Mihri quiver when hearing 'good girl' escape the woman's lips. The look on her wife's eyes told the same story. It was impressive how the nervous young woman had flipped a switch and become such a commanding presence. Mihri had met a few people like that over the centuries, and they were always a pleasure to play with.

With a snap of her fingers, three of the undead minions in the room sprung to life. Two made for Theo. The third approached Dee with a box that Mihri recognized as one set of her and Theo's. Theo might not have mentioned the dungeon upstairs, but clearly, she did share some of our stash, she thought. A whistle and crack pulled her attention back to her wife and the two skeletons setting upon her now. One had a pliable wooden cane and was rhythmically swinging it, each blow hitting a new patch of bare pale skin on Theo. The shadow of each blow growing a dark pink mark, a smiling face groaning through a gag to match the cadence. The other skeleton settled between Theodora's legs, an unfamiliar toy in hand that made a slurping noise as it slid home in one of Theo's lower openings. The blue-eyed vampire hissed and twisted in her mesh of rope. So, not the one she was hoping for, Mihri chuckled to herself. Her wife's rocking seemed only to make the skeletons increase their tempo. Mihri could discern Theo was already having such discomforting fun.

A warm hand touched Mihri's shoulder. She didn't give in to the urge to look away from Theo's unfolding torment. Warm air breezed past her chilled ears, "Good girl..." Dee's words paused, and when they returned there was a softer, more genuine sound to them. "Thank you. I'll try to make this worth what you are giving me." The warm lips and pulsing blood of her temporary mistress faded away as the woman straightened. The hand leaving a bare, tanned shoulder. Its warmth an echo. "Now, we have one beauty in rope, so I think we will adorn my other plaything in steel. Up."

Mihri rose. Hungry green eyes and their owner appeared between the vampire and her lover, holding a familiar steel collar from the case. A simple rounded band with a lockable hinge. Dee held it out and open towards Mihri. The vampire was taller than her mortal mistress by a couple inches. At first, she waited for the woman to collar her. When the object remained extended but no attempt was made by the mistress to wrap it around her neck, Mihri tried to interpret what the silent expectant look meant. Then with a humiliating thought, she realized that Dee expected her to squat slightly, so the human mistress wouldn't have to stretch. A shock of indignation coursed in her, but she bent at the knees until her eyes had to look up into those emerald forests. The embarrassment of the self-inflicted submissive position wounding her pride wonderfully. A subtle signal of who was in control.

When warm hands clicked the steel ring around her throat, there was a knowing look. The vampire straightened herself, but the damage was done. She'd already declared her comfort meant less than her mistress enduring a trifling inconvenience. Oh, she's good, Mihri thought as a leash was clipped to an o-ring on the front of her collar. A faint tug pulling her along as Mistress Dee mused, "Time for us to find the proper tools. Time for me to claim my new collection of toys." The pair left the room. Behind them the muffled screams of Theo grew with the slowly quickening rhythm of the cane's whistle.

...

Theodora roared in frustration. A vibrator pulling away before the tension in her body snapped. It had to be the fifth time, or was it the sixth time? A muffled snicker drew her from her rage. Her beautiful wife was laughing at her denied orgasm. The vibrations transmitting across their spittle covered and shared gag. Dee had, after suspending Mihri nose to nose with Theo, but in chains instead of rope, stuffed their mouths with a very specific gag meant for two. It left those familiar dark lips millimeters away, but unreachable. Another frustration in a sea of such abuses from the young necromancer who'd she'd humored earlier in the night hoping for this very outcome. Playfully she tried to respond to the smugness on her wife's face. "Bhitsh!" It did little to wash away the look of satisfaction there, a heady mix of seeing Theo humbled mixing with the euphoria of the several orgasms Mihri had received already.

"Tsk, tsk. Such language. And speaking once more without permission. Such a brat." Dee's voice drifted up mockingly from below. Theo looked down to where the necromancer lay leisurely on the floor beneath and between them. Her hands cradling the back of her head, one leg crossed over the other and twirling lackadaisically in the air. Her face covered in a grin that made Mihri look humble by comparison.

Knowing her transgression, and hoping that maybe a display of contrition might help her quest for a climax, Theodora stared down and apologized. "Sahweh, Myftreph Eeh."

"Oh, that's sweet you apologized, but seeing as that isn't your first offense, I think you need something additional. And what is that, my dear?" Theo shrieked as Dee tapped the nipple weights dangling from her ample chest with the toe of her twirling boot.

After a few pants, Theo readied her supplicant response, but was cut short as Dee once more nudged the three round weights making them twirl and spin. Theo's mind went blank with the pain. She barely registered the accompanying words, "I asked you a question, brat."

Theodora bucked wildly against her ropes only making both sets of nipple weights fly as she swayed in air with her wife. Somehow through the waves of pain, she garbled out a desperate, "Thish bwaht, bwegs togh beh puhneshh!" Theo's rotating body came to a halt. Two pairs of boney fingers stopping her, causing a sharp tug on the weights as their momentum was arrested so suddenly. She looked down in pain.

Dee was licking a wad of salvia from the corner of her mouth. Mostly likely it had been from Theo's own lips when shouting. "Ah, the brat knows she should be punished! Bravo!" The necromancer's voice dripping with derision. "But, while I enjoy the fear I'm tasting here." She finished licking away the last of the spit before completing her thought. "You'll have to be punished even more for letting that fall on me, brat." The human rolled from under them and stood. She slowly sauntered around the pair, her boots falling heavy with each step. Her warm fingers tracing tantalizing lines across first Mihri's body, before reaching the woman's lips on the joint gag. Two delicate fingers slid across lips coated in small bubbles, gathering Mihri's saliva together.

The necromancer let her spit covered digits caress the silicone gag where it was already coated in both women's drool. She pulled back, a strand stretching between the gag and her fingers. Then she wiped them across Theo's pale cheeks. It was an indignity, but one the vampire relished. A moment later, now dry and warm human hands glided across Theodora's body from her shoulder down to her buttocks, coming to rest on a very sensitized and angry clit. A light tap, then another. Each enough to send pulses of sensation through Theo, but lacking any hope of actual relief.

The necromancer wasn't stopping there. She snapped her fingers and her thralls moved in on both vampires. Theo in her frustration watched as two undead figures applied the strongest toys the couple owned to Mihri's lusting sex. Her tanned skin and strong muscles going rigid at the vibrating machines. Another tap made Theo snarl in frustration once more, as she watched her wife's eyes role back yet again.

Theodora braced herself for the next maddening tap. It claimed her clit just as Mihri gave into a violent display of bliss. Her partner's back arching unnaturally in the chains that held it aloft before crashing and writhing in all directions. Unholy screams of ecstasy echoing in the room were accompanied by a symphony of rattling chain. Theo was honestly happy to see her guardian of these centuries having such fun, but connected as they were, those thrashing actions delivered nothing but pain for her. The motions causing the nipple clamps and swinging weights to twirl in an aerial ballet of biting hatred. She wanted the arbiters of her agony gone. As her beloved writhed and contorted in a chained heaven, Theo shook her breasts with fury trying to dislodge the awful clamps. Her efforts drew Dee's attention as the woman tapped and then pressed on Theo's yearning bud. "If you'll stop your pathetic display and act like a lady, I'll bring a little joy to this spot."

She didn't trust the offer. It seemed a trap, but it was worth a try in the face of her need. She stifled her own movements begrudgingly, but Mihri was still riding her climax, even if the clinking and screaming were slowing. With one final cry and a shivering shudder, Mihri's body stiffened before going completely slack, her eyes glazed. The duo slowly came to rest, gently swaying. Dee released the agonizingly tempting pressure of her finger on Theo's clit. The vampire gasped into the shared gag. Mihri gave no response, utterly spent from the most recent of many, many orgasms. Then a warm wetness pressed against Theo's inflamed button. A tongue.

It wormed and swirled. Then flicked and pressed. Dee might not be centuries old like them, but her talented tongue was clearly experienced in more than chastising an errant brat. She never let a sensation remain the same for long, alternating and letting herself wander across slickened labia as well. Theodora melted at the sensuous feelings. Fuck, she's almost as good as Mihri, she conceded. An impressive feat considering how long the two vampires had been together. Lengthy, gratuitous moans began cascading out, drool dripping in a near constant stream, as Theo's eyelids grew heavy. She tried to stay still, but it was a futile exercise as her legs drew in against the ropes, the tremors causing her weights to sing with searing pain. The pleasure of the tongue and the desperate need for release submerged the anguish, or perhaps morphed it into something mercifully pleasurable in its own way.

Her thighs pressed in further, grazing the necromancer's wavy hair. The rope creaked but it held her fast. The welling grew. Her need from the teasing and denial a horrid thing that demanded a resolution that seemed imminent. She could feel the mingling wetness of herself and Dee's mouth making everything slick, every movement of that divine tongue enhanced. The climax was there. In her mind's eye she could see it within her grasp. She could feel the quivering and convulsions twisting in her ready to take over. Just one more languid lick. She braced herself for what was assuredly a massive orgasm. But there, at the absolute precipice, the tongue failed to return. The wavy hair dropped from between her legs, a whisper heralding that her young Mistress had something else in mind.

Theodora was about to scream in angered frustration once more, her bud twitching against nothing but cool air, when something pressed against her demanding clit. She anticipated a vibrator or something like that. Really anything would do to tip her over, but cold metal instantly turned intensely hot against her sensitivity, as if Theo had made the mistake to thrust her clit in the sun to cook. Her world turned violent, the ruined orgasm the least of her concerns. An unnatural heat radiated out from the unforgiving object against her. Theo's blue eyes exploded as wide as they could. She inhaled deeply through her nose and howled into the shared gag.

The shriek ear splitting enough to pull Mihri from her stupor finally, a look of shock and a hint of concern on her face. Theo's vision blurred as tears flooded out and down her cold cheeks. She pulled and tore at her bonds like a wounded animal. The pain was like nothing she'd experienced in ages, and it was delivered to her fully primed clit. It was unbearable. The word cucumber echoed in her mind, but just as it might be uttered in a wail, the sensation ceased. The object gone, and with it the pain. Her arousal quenched in the most unfulfilling way, she grumbled monstrous noises, and she realized her fangs had pierced deep into the silicone, nearly splitting the durable gag.

A light slap to her bare ass was nothing compared to the recent pain, as the human's voice haughtily explained, "I told you being a brat meant punishment. You didn't think you'd actually get a reprieve finally, did you?" A smiling face appeared at the edge of her and Mihri's vision dangling a silver chain with a holy symbol at the end. "I imagine blessed silver doesn't feel good on vampire flesh, especially somewhere so... intimate."

"Ogh, fugh, yugh... Myftreph." She hastily added the honorific and punctuated it with a growl of defiance. She loved these sorts of games. To be defiant until cowered by another was a kink she enjoyed mightily, as Mihri could attest on the occasions she dominated.

Green eyes narrowed, a lilting laugh and her words responded casually, "I can place it back there."

"Juhsh tygh, bhitsh!" a dare that she made, glowering at the mortal, but she knew it had no fangs. Fear of the horrible sensation all too clear in her mind.

The human called her bluff, "Okay, I'll tape it in place this time and leave it since it doesn't bother you." The human shrugging and heading back for the space between Theo's legs.

Her mind's fear detonated, "NOH! PWEHSH, NOH! Merthy! Merthy, Myftreph Eeh!" She shook in her suspension, sending the duo swaying once more. The nipple weights painful, but little more than an annoyance in the face of the terror threatening her clitoris.

"Ah, so the brat is finally willing to submit?" Theo's breath hitched as she nodded vigorously, shaking poor Mihri's exhausted head with hers. She really was willing to submit. She had lost her game of defiance over the last couple hours of teasing combined with the novel threat to her ladyhood. This was the part she often cherished the most. That point when her will broke to that of another, even if only in fantasy. This was one of her favorite moments in such play, perfectly prepared by their human Mistress. "Good, well prove it." The cursed holy symbol dropped back into Theodora's vision, a threatening reminder to behave. "Tell, me how pathetic you are, and who is in control here."

Theo felt a burning pulse of cold arousal surge back into her. This young necromancer was really pulling on the right threads, forcing her insolence down with raw threatening power. It was something she always swooned over. Something her kind Mihri would struggle to do on the rare occasion she took the dominant role. A part of Theodora hated that she enjoyed this playful game. It echoed terrible moments in the past when she'd been made to submit for real. That had been before she was rescued into immortality by her love. Back when she had been meek, and frightened of everything. Before her wife had gratuitously liberated her from that world in a single decadent bloodbath. But this was different, it was a game. One she could end at any moment, and that was what made it fun despite the ghosts of the past.

"Thihsh bwaht ihsh puhephtih, anth Myftreph Eeh ihsh im controh." Theo said the words in a tone that said they were begrudging, but in truth she was more than happy to concede at this point. Dee had worn her down, and found the perfect surprise to shatter her. She couldn't wait to see what this mortal had in store for them if this was the opening act. Her eyes caught Mihri's. She grinned at her wife thinking, Aren't you glad that I put that ad out?

...

Mihri stood teetering on the points of her toes, her feet squashed into an en pointe by the knee-high ballet boots tightly laced on her. She liked to think that she was athletically gifted even before the supernatural powers, but this was testing her balance like nothing else. She had worn the precarious footwear only once before. The rest of her ensemble didn't help either. A leather hobble skirt ran from her upper thighs to her ankles, notably leaving her butt and sex exposed. From her midriff to her bust, a corset compressed her torso until it hurt to breathe.

Leather returned at the woman's shoulders winding back down her arms, wrapping them in a monoglove armbinder. A thick leather posture collar crawled up her neck and over her lower jawline, holding her head in place and forcing her mouth shut. She still had her sight, but the skeleton standing at the periphery holding a leather mass made her confident that was a temporary condition.

She looked across to the other two women. Dee was finishing preparing her wife in a similar fashion. Twins to Mihri's hobble skirt, ballet boots, corset, and armbinder all already in place. Mihri watched curiously as Dee pulled out a balled-up wad of sheer, dark material. It was the Turkish vampire's panty-hose. They were soaked with her juices and sweat from the past couple of hours of nonstop orgasms and strenuous bondage. As they were forced into Theo's mouth, they made a lovely squelching noise. They would certainly be tasty, unlike the four pairs of clean panties pushed into her own mouth under the posture collar's jaw shutting grip.

She was jealous. She would have loved to have Theodora's wet musk in her mouth over the dry cotton which stuck absurdly out from her lips. Of course, Theo had been completely nude the entire session, and what was more, Dee still hadn't let her orgasm. That seemed poised to change now, as unlike Mihri's pussy and ass, which were exposed to the world and unfilled, she'd witnessed Dee and her helpers load up both holes of the other vampire and seal them in with leather straps. It afforded Theo a little more coverage over her private areas as well.

Once the panty-hose were shoved unceremoniously in, Dee and one of her thralls dragged a leather sensory deprivation hood over the pale vampire's head. The hood was laced on tightly, so much so, that Mihri could hear Theo whimpering as each lace was strung as securely as possible. The leather molded to her wife's features washing away the specifics of her beauty, but the vague outline and contours of that face undeniably indicating the pretty creature suffering underneath. The only opening on the hood was for Theo's cute little pale nose to jut out. There was even extra padding at the ears to muffle their supernatural hearing.

Dee stood back and admired the work before turning to Mihri. She approached the wobbling woman with a sincere smile. "I really hope you two have enjoyed yourselves. Our time is coming to an end, but I couldn't resist one more fun game. I hope that's okay?"

Mihri was exhausted from the play, but she wanted to let the necromancer know she had done superb work and she was up for more, probably. She couldn't exactly speak clearly or nod, so she did a small laborious bow to affect a semblance of an assent.

The human beamed, "Glad to know." She gently caressed Mihri's exposed cheek. It was a tender gesture. Then she stepped aside and lifted up the hood the skeleton had held. It was a half-hood. It would only cover the top of Mihri's head like one of those used in falconry. It was a hood she had nearly forgotten they owned. It seemed Dee had a knack for finding forgotten treasures in their bondage hoard. It took the necromancer a moment to settle it on Mihri's glistening head. A few rough tugs pulled most of her black hair up through the top of the half-hood, leaving it an embarrassing and comical tuft at the top of her head. Between the hood and the posture collar extending up over her jaw, only a narrow band of skin peeked through.

"Great! So, for our final game I thought we'd have some risky, predicament style fun." Mihri listened intently, a faint worry at the back of her mind about what that meant, but so far Dee had been stellar. "So, I thought you both could use some fresh air, I'm going to have my little friends carry you both downstairs and outside. They are then going to drop you off somewhere in a three-block radius of this tower. You'll have to walk your way back here. It'll probably be a tad bit difficult since neither of you can see, and with the hobble skirts, but you are supernatural beings. I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Mihri felt a gush from her sore pussy. This was crazy. They would be outside, their intimate areas on display for the world to see, or at least hers, and embarrassingly made to shuffle back here before sunrise. It was beneath them, but oh, was it arousing. There was a real danger to it, too. Even with much of their bodies protected by their clothing, they could take real damage on the exposed parts of themselves should the sunrise come before they made it back. Mihri was nervous, her cautious side wanting to take back power and call the play here and now, but she also had the itch to keep going. To taste the exquisite fear and kinkiness of the public display. In the end, she decided to let the irrational side win.

"Of course, I will provide some extra help. See it's time for the brat to finally get an orgasm. Very generous of me, I know. Anyways, I've set up the toys stuffing her to work on proximity. Once we drop you off nearby, I'll activate the plugs and as you get closer to the tower they will grow in intensity. With how many times I edged her, even at a lower setting, I'm sure she'll climax, let alone the max setting when you get close to home. That'll probably be on a whole other level of a show." Fucking hell, this sounded deliciously devious, Mihri thought. "The buzzing and her moaning should really help you tell if you are getting warmer or colder. Additionally, my friends here will accompany you. They will protect you from any ne'er-do-wells, but will also give you... let's call it, encouragement." There was a delightfully malicious cadence to those words. "Now, for the final preparations!"

She was prodded forward, each step tiny, agonizing, and wobbly, until she was suddenly spun around. Already she could feel how disorienting this would be. A moment later she heard chain rattle, a tug at the end of her armbinder, and a lock click into place. Then she heard Theo huffing and shuffling up behind her, and felt another tug and another lock clicked. Testing what had happened, Mihri gave a small pull on the armbinder. A whimper from her wife came an instant later. It seemed they would be making their excursion in tandem. It was oddly reassuring. They'd not spent more than a day apart in centuries so it was fitting they would be paraded around as a pair. Plus, it seemed she'd be able to have some fun at Theo's expense. The chain apparently connected to her wife's crotch straps from the sound of it. Her mouth curled into a smile around the panties stuffed inside as she considered whether a sharp jerk or a slow steady pull would be more fun.

Before she could decide, Mihri's world became a mad scramble as what felt like a large blanket was wrapped around her and Theo drawing them abruptly against one another. A second blanket went over them. The fabric was stuffy and stifling, and confusing. What was Mistress Dee up to? Wasn't the point for them to be exposed? The shuffling of undead creatures surrounded them, and a series of boney hands lifted the vampires off their booted feet and tilted them horizontally to the floor.

A pat came to the covered women, "Alright, that should let us get past security without too much of an explanation, you look like a lumpy package of my broken thralls."

That was the plan? Surely, the security she spent so much money on would question it. Right? She felt them being carried into the private elevator, and then the lurch as they began descending to the lobby. In the end, it wouldn't be too bad. Mihri, as embarrassing as it would be, could explain all was okay to her security detail. The door dinged open and the shuffling procession moved across the marbled lobby. Mihri mentally prepared herself for the reveal to the mortals she employed. She'd have some work rebuilding her reputation with them, but she had a few thoughts on how to accomplish that already.

"What's in there?" Mihri heard Arnaldo call out.

"Oh, um, see we got a little too, uh, playful, and see some of my thralls broke, so these ones are going to go exchange them for some of my others. Is, uh, that okay?" Dee sounded genuinely terrified despite her confidence minutes before. Mihri smugly smiled, of course this wasn't going to work.

"Sure, glad to see Mistress Yildiz is relaxing for once. I'll help wave them through when they get back." Arnaldo said casually.

"Oh, thank you!" Relief and glee clear in Dee's voice. "Though, you know. I think I'll accompany them just in case."

Disbelief washed through Mihri's body. Had it really been that easy for someone to abduct her and Theo, even if it was willingly? She felt a small shift and moan from Theodora at her back. Well, at least one of us is happy about that, she thought, a mix of incredulity and anger shooting through her. The next few minutes allowed Mihri to calm down as she and her wife were carried somewhere nearby. It was a remarkably smooth travel, a clear indication of Dee's skills considering how dexterous her thralls had proven to be. She actually rather enjoyed being bound and wrapped against Theo, whose needy squirms and moans made clear how well the edging throughout the night had worked. The only real inconvenience was the staleness of the air.

Eventually, Mihri's world shifted as she and Theo were set down to balance once more on the ballet boots. The blankets were removed and cool air caressed their bodies as the two were separated by undead hands until the chain went slightly taut. "Alright ladies, I'm guessing you have 20, maybe 30, minutes until sunrise, so I suggest you get moving. Oh, and good luck." A remote clicked and the sound of buzzing came from behind Mihri. Her wife was groaning into the panty-hose gag and hood, but she could hear it easy enough. It wouldn't be long and Theo would be convulsing in an orgasm. That would make things infinitely more difficult, so they needed to get moving.

But which way? Mihri wondered. Surely, they had been set down facing away from the correct direction. She tried to turn and take a few tentative tiny steps in one direction. Then a whish and a leather crop struck her right hip. She yelped and turned away from the strike. Mihri shuffled as fast as the terrible boots allowed, a mere couple inches with each step, her toes screaming in agony already. She nearly toppled when the chain between her and Theo went taut before her distracted wife followed. Their boots tapping on concrete as they scuttled forth in complete darkness. Likely a comical sight to any onlookers as these once proud women were reduced to leather dolls frantically shuffling blindly down an early morning street. She had to admit it was quite arousing to think about, her body twitching at the mental image.

Suddenly, the crop struck Mihri's bare ass across both cheeks. She straightened assuming it was meant to make her go faster. She tried to pump her ankles even quicker. The leather skirt didn't allow it, and another strike landed in nearly the same spot. I'm moving as fast as I can! she grumbled in her mind. Then a sharp tug from Theo came. Mihri halted confused. She listened as Theo whimpered. I know you're horny but... OH! The leading vampire noticed what her love was trying to get her to notice. The buzzing had decreased. They were going the wrong way; the crop strikes weren't meant to make them move faster but to help them sort out what directions to go in. She slowly shifted, turning around with Theo in tow. Once moving in the opposite direction, the buzzing from Theo's crotch increased, as did the groans from Theo herself. Don't worry, you'll get your orgasm my dear, Mihri thought.

When the crop returned it was not a harsh strike, but a series of light taps to the exposed skin just above Mihri's pussy. She read it as an indication that they were traveling in the right direction. Still, the going was slow. Her calves were on fire and her feet had never ached like this in all her centuries. To make matters worse, as they went, Theo's moans grew and every so often they had to stop as her wife fought back the pleasure to remain upright.

The world narrowed for the sightless vampire to a rhythm of teetering steps followed by short breaks. Any time they stopped the crop returned, but with harsher blows than when they moved. The motivation part she supposed. The strikes were shockingly precise, landing in the same spot over and over, which only served to amplify their effects. At first, it hadn't been so bad, but as time went on, the crop landing just above her pussy made her growl in pain.

That was her world now, painful steps or painful rests while restrained tightly in creaking leather. All accompanied by the muffled sounds of her wife slowly building towards an orgasm. It was startling when she was brought roaring back to the wider reality as she heard a person let out a high whistle followed by muted chatter and laughter. Clearly, someone had spotted the strange procession. Embarrassment cut into her. Normally, she wouldn't dare tolerate such an affront, but right now, tied up, suffering, and listening to Theo's pleasure, she couldn't help herself. It aroused the vampire. Her lower lips moistening at the cat calls that now accompanied their movements.

A voice cut through the clamor of onlookers, Dee's. "Looks like some late-night revelers are watching you two suffer for me. How's it feel to be nothing more than anonymous eye candy for a bunch of mortals?"

This time it was Mihri who had to stop as a quiver echoed through her raw and spent sex. The weight of the night's frivolity, the number of times she'd came at Dee's hands, left her unprepared for the pulse of pleasure the current moment elicited in her. She didn't orgasm, but she felt an almost painful blast of desire wash through her sensitive and exhausted sex. It was one thing to be tied up inside their personal sanctum, it was proving entirely something else to be played with and humbled in public. It had never happened before, and despite the fears of their identities being revealed somehow, Mihri couldn't deny the rush she felt at this new humiliation.

Theo must have been feeling something similar, as she succumbed to a last push. Mihri's partner wailed out loud earning new jeers from the disembodied voices. An instant later the chain went stiff and Mihri nearly tumbled backwards, and would have if not for a set of skeletal hands bracing her. The chain shook and pulled at her bound arms. The sound of skin and leather flopping on concrete mingled with the familiar sound of Theo shrieking her way through a long-sought orgasm. Mihri could picture perfectly how Theo was thrashing, her body held in the embrace of tight, unforgiving leather.

The display went on for several minutes, Mihri merely having to remain still while enduring the mocking words hurled at their lewd display. It made her want to lash out, but it also continued to consume her womanhood. It was such a unique and new feeling for someone who had lived for so long. Eventually, the boney hands holding her were released. The pulls from the chain tethering Mihri to her wife, turned to pitiful twitches. Then a realization dawned on the woman. Theo couldn't get up on her own bound this way. How could they keep going?

Dee's voice drifted in her ears, "You know you have a hard decision, I think. You are only maybe five feet from the entrance to your high-rise; can you believe that? So the question is do you want your audience to see where you live and more importantly, can you manage to pull your partner along as well? Not to mention what will your staff think seeing you this way?"

An unbidden and lust filled groan escaped through the panties gagging Mihri. She would never say it aloud, but the predicament made her insanely wet. The only way out now was to continue on and embarrass herself further, or to give up and scream cucumber. It wasn't a choice really to Mihri. She stumbled forward trying to pull the pair along. The chain snapped rigid between them. Theo's scream was ecstasy filled as the movement tugged on the strap cutting through her sensitized pussy. Mihri tried several more times to move towards home, but she couldn't get enough momentum to drag Theo along. Though, from the moans coming from her, she didn't seem to mind the situation.

Mihri ached, her body worn from a night of enjoyed ecstasy and the recent outdoor excursion. Nearby a cacophony of laughter hammered at her pride with every failure to advance. As she panted and readied herself for another attempt, Dee's taunting voice returned. "Better hurry. Sun's nearly up. And soon enough your dozen or so fans will grow with the morning commute."

Mihri, panting into the panties, felt a swirl of fury and passion. An idea, one that was probably terrible, struck her. She tensed building her supernatural strength and then sprang forward with all her might. She nearly fell over when she landed, but it was clear that the effort had moved both women forward. It had worked! She readied herself for another leap as the crowd mockingly applauded her effort. Over the course of a dozen leaps, she dragged them along. Each jump an explosion of effort on her part and one that tore new bliss filled shrieks from Theo. Finally, her bare chest slammed into a glass door. A moment later she felt undead hands lift her and Theo up and bear them into the cool lobby. They were gently set down on the marble. Both of them breathless; one from exertion, the other from something else entirely.

"What the..? Boss is that you?!" Mihri heard Arnaldo say in shocked horror. Yeah, you fucked up, a part of her laughed, but most of her was too aroused to care about that. After the public humiliation and strain of dragging Theodora even such a short distance, she wanted nothing more than another orgasm to cap off the night.

Dress shoes on marble darted toward the vampires. "I'll have you out in a moment Ms. Yildiz!" Mihri halted the approach with a growl she'd only ever once before made towards the man. "Um, you don't need assistance?" He asked confused.

Mihri couldn't nod or speak, but she tried. It appeared it worked. "I, uh, see. Very well madam." The man's next steps carried him away.

Without a word, now familiar skeletal hands rolled Mihri over until she rested atop her bound love. Their chests pressing against one another, both sets of nipples pebbled at the kinky reality they were sharing. A heavy boot landed on Mihri's exposed and upturned ass, pressing her against Theo's hips just as the vibrators, which had stilled while they were in the lobby, thundered to life once more. Dee's weight drove Mihri against the vibrating strap cutting into her lover's pussy. It wasn't the strongest vibrations she'd ever felt. After all, they were muffled through flesh and leather, but that didn't matter. The situation alone probably would have made her orgasm, and soon enough she and Theodora were screaming indignantly into each other's faces as their bodies trembled and shook under the weight of their necromancer dominatrix.

Dee only enhanced the situation taunting them. "How does it feel to be bound and cumming under my boot on marbled floors and in front of your staff?" The heavy rubber sole of the boot ground harder into Mihri's backside. She snarled hysterically as her body and Theo's continued to quiver and shake with their shared ecstasy. Theo went rigid in her orgasm as Mihri began trying to rock her hips against her wife's to keep the pleasure going. Somehow the device in Theo hummed louder, sending them both into another round of wriggling. For several blissful minutes their bodies undulated and writhed, a twisted mass of flesh, leather, and sweat. Both vampires went blank sailing across their heavenly ocean of pleasure. They barely registered when the devices cut off. Instead, the pair continued to seize and shake in the aftershocks of their shared final climax. This had somehow turned into a night neither would soon forget at the hands of much younger amateur. None of that mattered now to either woman. They simply enjoyed the afterglow.

...

Dee sat fidgeting in the plush designer chair, her undead thralls standing as a comforting backdrop behind her as she looked on at the wholesome sight before her. Mihri sat sipping from a wine glass of blood and slowly stroking Theodora's head in her lap as the other vampire lay curled next to the first. Both were in loose fitting silk robes. Theodora's blue eyes and Mihri's dark ones were fixed on the necromancer. It was unsettling. Dee didn't usually like attention. During a play session she'd learned she could put on a mask. One that let her bear the weight of such looks, but right now, outside of that narrow situation, she felt exposed and anxious. Her knee bobbed up and down, a nervous tick.

She was sure she had done a good job on her first paying gig as a dominatrix, but still, sitting here before her clients right after the deed, she second guessed herself. Had she taken things too far with the exhibitionism? Were they furious with her? Were all her efforts lackluster for beautiful creatures who were centuries old? That had to be the case right you fool? She let her eyes dart between the lazing lady vampires. Then she looked away again to the early morning sunrise streaming through the glass. Glass that had to be somehow treated since her hosts were sitting comfortably instead of bursting into flame.

A throat clearing pulled the nervous necromancer back. "Dee, while we freshened up, Theo and I discussed our session with you." Mihri paused to look down smiling at a grinning Theodora before continuing. "And we found tonight absolutely divine."

Dee felt herself exhale. She was relieved, but was even more uncertain of why the couple had asked her to stay after their session time was up. Were they going to threaten her about not saying a word to anyone, because she was definitely not going to do that.

"So, besides paying for this semester of your studies, we'd like to take care of all of your tuition, board, and really anything else you desire. That is if you'd be willing to become our regular Mistress. How does that sound?" Dee's mind seized in surprise, unable to reconcile the offer. Mihri spoke as if the costs were minor, and what did it mean to be the couple's 'regular Mistress?'

Summoning some hidden font of bravery, she deigned to ask for clarity. "That sounds wonderful, but what would that mean? To be your mistress that is?" She stilled her bouncing leg and leaned forward genuinely excited and terrified at the answer.

Theodora sat up and spoke this time. "Well, we'd want to play with you as much as our schedules and yours allowed. At least weekly I'd hope, but maybe more often at times. Perhaps even a kinky vacation or two when you are on break from university. All expenses paid by us, well, by Mihri obviously." The woman giggled tapping the darker skinned vampire's chin.

That sounded wonderful. Dee practically fell over herself accepting. "I-I, of course! I'd love that."

Theo chuckled before speaking again, "We are glad to hear that Mistress Dee!"

The necromancer hadn't known what to expect when answering that personal ad. A part of her had half expected it to be a ruse, a trick for some nefarious purpose. It had turned out to be a misunderstanding, but that misunderstanding was clearly life changing in the most unexpected and positive of ways for her. She still felt somewhat anxious, but also giddy now. The future looked bright for once with such a sexy pair of benefactors.