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Czarina parked and sighed, looking up at the apartment building. Third floor, ugh. She quickly got out and grabbed the pizza, then ran up the stairs. She wished she could wear yoga pants or something, but she had to wear black slacks for work, and her boyfriend insisted she wear them as tight as possible. She could feel her clothes straining with every step.

She was a little out of breath when she reached her destination. She knocked on the door and called out “Domina’s pizza!”

There was a delay, and then a woman’s muffled response. “Just a moment!”

Czarina tapped her foot impatiently. Every customer seemed to think she had all day, but if she wanted to make money she needed to keep making delivery after delivery. It felt like forever before the door opened.

She was beautiful. She was also almost naked. Czarina stared and nearly dropped the pizza. This woman was quite a dish, a real deep dish. She had a lovely face. Piercing green eyes. Dark hair hanging down to her butt. Massive breasts that could easily encompass Czarina’s face. And she was just wearing tiny black lingerie. And she had a ballgag hanging loosely around her neck, glistening with saliva.

The gorgeous woman reached out with a riding crop and tapped the underside of Czarina’s chin. “Shut your mouth, dear, you’ll catch flies.”

A familiar voice called out, “Czarina, meet Pepper. She’s from Hawaii.” That was John’s voice! Her boyfriend!

“I’m from Chicago,” Czarina replied weakly, struggling to form a coherent thought.

“He calls me Pepper,” the Hawaiian hottie said. “You will call me Mistress Oni. Now come in and put Little Czarina’s pizza on the table.”

“Uh, ok.” Czarina staggered in to set the cardboard box on the table. She tore her eyes away from Pepper, looking for her boyfriend.

He waved from the living room. She could see ropes and straps and paddles and other toys. It looked like they had been having a lot of fun. “Be a good girl and do as Pepper tells you.”

A bolt of fire tore across Czarina’s butt, and Pepper hissed, “not ‘uh, ok.’ You will say ‘yes, Mistress Oni’! Understand, Little Czarina?” She shut the front door forcefully and locked it.

Czarina’s heart pounded. “Yes, Mistress Oni,” she whispered.

“Put your hands behind your back, slut!”

Czarina obeyed, but protested, “my deliveries-”

Whack! The riding crop struck her on her right breast this time. Czarina whimpered.

“Silence, Little Czarina! You’ll be making your other deliveries soon enough. If you’re a good girl.” She closed handcuffs around Czarina’s wrists, then struck her thigh with the riding crop. “On your knees, slut!”

Czarina bit her lip and sank to her knees, forgetting about the work she was supposed to be doing right then. John watched with a broad smile.

Pepper caressed Czarina’s cheek slowly. With the other hand, she toyed with the waistband of her lacy panties, drawing the girl’s eyes. “You deliver in 30 minutes or it’s free, right, Little Czarina? Well, it’s time for you to deliver. Make me cum, bitch.”

Czarina started to protest, but fell silent when the other girl waved the riding crop threateningly. She leaned forward and gripped the edge of Mistress Oni’s delicate panties in her teeth. She slowly dragged them downwards, her tongue scraping over the other woman’s skin. She paused, taking a moment to breathe in her amazing scent. Mistress Oni was truly supreme. Then she struggled to work the panties down her Mistress’ legs to her ankles. Bending over was especially difficult. With her arms restrained, balance was tricky. Finally she let go and the panties dropped to Mistress Oni’s ankles, who stepped out of them.

“Good job, my little piece of pizza pussy! Now service me, Little Czarina.” Mistress Oni grabbed Czarina’s hair tightly and pressed the girl’s face into her pussy. Czarina did not mind that position at all. She delved into her Mistress’ shaved pussy, delicately at first, and then with eager abandon.

Mistress Oni moaned and grabbed Czarina’s head in both hands. “More, Little Czarina, more!” Then she lost the ability to be articulate, and just moaned and whined and ground her soaking wet pussy against the pizza delivery girl, getting her sauce all over Czarina’s face. Finally she came with a shriek, her legs trembling.

Czarina eagerly lapped up everything until Mistress Oni pulled the girl’s face out of her pussy by force. She held her there, struggling to catch her breath. At last she said, “on your feet, girl.” She pulled Czarina upwards by her hair. “Time to send you back to work.”

Czarina’s face fell. She looked between Mistress Oni, sweaty and pleased, to her excited boyfriend. “Is that all, Mistress Oni? We don’t have to stop there.”

“Oh, you greedy little slut,” Mistress Oni said, patting her on the head. “I know you want me to top you all night long. But you’d have to pay for extra toppings.” She chuckled, then unzipped Czarina’s tight slacks. She tugged the pizza delivery girl’s panties out of the way and probed her with a finger. “My, my, Little Czarina. You’re hot-n-ready for me! Hold still.”

Mistress Oni walked over to John and asked something quietly. He handed her something and she returned. She held up the object in front of Czarina. Ben wa balls. A pair of small, hard balls, joined by silicone and with a little loop to retrieve it.

“This should make the rest of your shift more enjoyable, Little Czarina.” Then she slid them inside Czarina. “Good job delivering the pizza, whore. This is for your time.” She took two dollars and stuffed them into the waistband of the pizza delivery girl’s panties. “Now it’s time to send you on your way.” She spun the girl around and removed the handcuffs, then gave her such a hard swat on her butt that Czarina let out a yelp. “Go! Back to work, lazy slut!”

Czarina blushed, zipped up her fly and went to the door. As she opened it she heard her boyfriend saying, “God, that got me hard as a rock! Come here, slut. It’s time to put you in restraints and give it to you hard. I know you’re a real meat lover.”

Czarina stepped out into the hall and was just shutting the apartment door behind her when she heard Mistress Oni respond, “yes, Papa! Stuff my crust!”

Czarina froze. Papa? Papa? This other woman was calling John Papa? That was their word. That was what Czarina called him in the bedroom. It felt so invasive to have another woman call him that.

A smoking hot woman who had effortlessly put her in her place in seconds, melting any resistance she had. That gorgeous woman would be making love to her man, and she wouldn’t be able to watch or participate.

Wow, she was really turned on. Could those ben wa balls already be having that much of an effect on her?

She quietly shut the door behind her, ignored by both lovers in the room. She heard the sharp smack of flesh on flesh and could barely hear Mistress Oni crying, “yes, Papa! Spank me harder!”

She wanted to stay and press her ear to the door and listen in. But she was going to get in trouble as it was for this delay. She hurried off to the stairs.

She was quite surprised by the odd sensation inside her. As she scampered down the stairs, each jouncing step set the ben wa balls jostling inside her in a way that felt really weird and incredibly arousing. She was panting by the time she got to her car, and not just from the exertion.

The rest of her shift went smoothly, for the most part. But the more quickly she moved, the more intensely the ben wa balls teased her. Hours later, she still hadn’t removed them. She didn’t dare disappoint Mistress Oni or Papa. That, and… well… they felt really good.

Finally, horny, frustrated and exhausted, she went home. She was glad to see her boyfriend’s car in the driveway. She went inside. It was late at night and he was presumably asleep.

There were two notes on the kitchen table. The first one she opened was in John’s handwriting.

“I’m so lucky to own you, Czarina. Watching you submit to Pepper was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re gorgeous and amazing. You and I both love it when I humiliate you and make you feel powerless, but always remember how much I love you. Sleep well tonight.”

Czarina grinned from ear to ear. He was so cheesy. She loved that man.

But why would there be two notes? She opened the other one. It was definitely not from John.

“Tonight, Little Czarina, I have your little slice of heaven. Your man and your bed. But don’t worry. There’s a place for you in the living room. In the morning, when Papa goes to work, I’m going to have so much fun with you, my little toy.” There was no signature, just a lipstick print at the end of the note.

Nervous and curious, Czarina went into the living room and turned on the light. There was a doghouse at the end of the sofa. A literal doghouse, for a big dog. There was a little sign above the door that read “LITTLE CZARINA’S HUT” She could see blankets and pillows inside and her favorite stuffed animal, Hungry Howie the teddy bear.

Czarina stripped out of her Domina’s Pizza uniform, removed the ben wa balls, brushed her teeth and slipped into her hut in just her bra and panties. It was actually kind of cozy. She curled up in the blanket and held her stuffed animal tight.

In the bedroom, Mistress Oni was sharing a bed with her boyfriend. What would she be wearing tonight? The same lingerie from earlier? Perhaps a sheer, elegant babydoll? Or nothing at all? How many times did they have sex while she was at work? How did Oni look when she was bound and gagged and cumming on Papa’s cock?

Czarina slowly ground her needy pussy against her fingers as she thought about that. They were treating her as something inferior. Like a pet, like property, like her feelings didn’t matter. Just a toy to be used and put away. That beautiful Hawaiian woman was going to enjoy Papa’s cock in every one of her holes again and again, and Czarina would just be the side bitch, teased and humiliated and denied again and again.

She wanted so badly to cum, thinking about everything Papa and Mistress Oni must have been doing together that day. But she didn’t dare. When she came - or if she ever came - was for Papa and Mistress Oni to decide. She would just have to go to sleep feeling horny and submissive. Maybe it would give her dirty dreams.

As she lay there, waiting to drift off to sleep, she wondered what Mistress Oni would order her to make them for breakfast.

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