Blood Dancer - Part 8.2

Brigitte awoke from her slumber and smiled dreamily...she was the luckiest girl the world. She felt an arm draped across her upper body and a heavy thigh laying atop hers. "Mmm..." she thought giggling to herself immediately realising she had a ball gag in her mouth. "...Her Mistress must be tired after all the wonderful things she had done to Brigitte the previous evening". Even as her body woke up the aches and pains and wounds from the utterly vicious bondage and torment began to throb and pulse "such a lucky little slutgirl" she thought to herself then frowned...did that sound right? Was Brigitte really a "slutgirl"? Yessss she smiled as a myriad of different images of the depraved debasements Wilma had subjected her to claim flooding back. She almost came at the recollection of the pain and pleasure and humiliation. Yes, that was the truth of it, sex-slave was her roll in life...but still...

She had foggy memories of a person who looked remarkably like Brigitte acting like a school-teacher...Yes, that was right...Brigitte pretended to be a school-teacher while she was waiting for Mommy Wilma to come and find her. It was sooooo boring being a school-teacher, pretending to be prim and proper while all the while hiding the fact that she was, what was it Wilma had called her? "A dirty little bimbo fuckslut". A wave of pleasure coursed through her as the phrase ran through her mind. Oh yes, that was all she'd ever wanted to be, even when pretending to be a school-teacher....and a witch. She definitely remembered being a part of a coven and learning witchcraft in order to fight vile demons and undead while waiting for Mommy Wilma to come find her....No, that didn't make sense. Why was everything so complex?

Slowly the recollection of Brigitte's former life and the failed spell began to form in her mind, she had to get out of her and think things through, she tried to move her arm to try to squirm her way from under her BBW dominatrix but immediately found she was still spreadeagled and chained to Wilma's bed. A feeling built inside her, she definitely needed to leave now. For the first time since the spell casting Brigitte's true personality levered itself into dominance.

The movement woke Wilma from her slumber, she smiled up at Brigitte "How is my baby girl this morning?". Brigitte needed to escape, she knew that now...but being imprisoned by a bondage obsessed AND having no free will of her own presented a unique challenge. She had to think of a plan. Just as that thought crystalised in her mind Wilma reached between Brigitte's legs and slowly gently, began to caress her pussy "Oh GOD, no" thought Brigitte as the exquisite waves of pleasure began to flood through her loins. The past few days had confirmed one thing if nothing else...Wilma, as well as being a vicious sexual sadist, was a mind-meltingly expert lesbian lover. Soon Brigitte was writhing against her bonds and moaning into the gag, ecstasy built in her and Wilma moved her full, plump lips to Brigitte's groin. Brigitte could feel orgasm approaching, the thoughts she had moments before began to evaporate, they couldn't have been important, not as important as this...Mommy was so good to Baby Brigitte, that was all that matters. Brigitte bucked and writhed and screamed into the gag. No other thoughts, just "YESSSSSSSS"