In the plush living room of a wealthy manor, two glamorous dominatrices—Princess Nikki and Rachel—stormed in, their heels clicking on the hardwood floor. They stopped short upon seeing one of their slaves on a pouf, pathetically masturbating. Rachel's eyes narrowed in disgust as she turned to Princess Nikki.
"Look at this useless toy!" Rachel spat. "This is why we can't trust them!"
Princess Nikki's face hardened with anger. She marched over to the slave, towering over him with her perfect figure clad in latex. With a slap that echoed through the room, she smacked him across the face. The sound rang out, cutting through the silence like a knife.
"You disgusting pig!" Princess Nikki hissed. She lifted her heel and brought it down hard on his chest, making him grunt in pain. "You have no idea what it means to be owned by women like us!"
Rachel chimed in, her voice cold as ice. "You're lucks . xxO
