Maggie spun around in circles naked, her usual morning activity, while looking at herself in the mirror and giggling. She admired her perfect pirate body, covered in love made bruises, her hair messy from a mix of partying work and sleep, and poured herself her morning drink.
Drunkenly she spilled the rum spilled down her bare chest, making her nipples cold and hard from the cold the dampness brought. She giggled playfully and lay on the ground. It was the only sane thing to do when as drunk as she was, she always was, as a pirate she ought to be.
Hearing the giggles of her second pet Emilie sat up, her head groggy and vision blurred from just waking up after a hard morning of not sleeping. She looked to the open door of their adjoining rooms and saw her beloved on the floor, deciding to join in on the fun.
"MAGGIE NO," Emilie screamed lightly as she ran into the room. "NOT MY BEAUTIFUL MAGGIE" Maggie withheld a giggle and let Emilie touch her all over, trying to wake her up.
"Oh Maggie, I just wanted to lick the rum off you one last time" Emilie sobbed playfully, her laughter making convincing sobs. She bent down, and tenderly slurped all the alcohol off Maggie s body, her tongue paying extra attention to the nipples, a favorite sensitive spot on the small woman. Her tongue was so soft that Maggie cried out in mercy, for fear of climaxing without permission, S-stop! she laughed in surrender.
A small but hard hand slept her face. "I thought you were dead," The dominating woman spoke harshly, the game turning rough; the way everyone in their triangle liked it.
Emilie grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the play room, a small private dungeon they had in the back of their apartment.
"SIT IN THE NAUGHTY CORNER" she snarled, walking off in search of a nice flog to punish her pet. Perhaps they could get a full game in before Veronica came in.