Chapter 48 — The daily life of a Mommy Slave. (3)

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 — The daily life of a Mommy Slave. (3)

Amelia basked eagerly in their stunned stares, posing and flaunting her violated body like a living trophy.

Her stiff nipples jutted aggressively through the tight black fabric, and her skimpy dress clung so mercilessly to her curves that the hem barely brushed the upper curve of her thighs.

Warm trails of pussy juice continued to leak from her unshielded core, soaking the fabric and filling the warm afternoon air with thick, undeniable female pheromones—irrefutable proof of a woman thoroughly ruined and branded by her master.

"If you play your cards right, you could end up as Arthur’s too... hehehe," Amelia purred, a wicked tease dancing on her lips.

"Us... as Arthur’s?"

"R-Really?!"

"I-I don’t think I’d even be able to say no..."

Knowing firsthand the raw, raging lust and fierce sadism burning beneath Arthur’s exterior, Amelia knew his collection of playthings wouldn’t stop with just the two of them.

Aria nodded in agreement, casually dropping a detail that sent a fresh jolt of shock through the group.

"I became his pet right in front of my own husband. You all fit Master’s tastes perfectly. If you’re just a little proactive, you’ll end up just like Amelia or me."

"Right in front of her husband...?"

"Us as Arthur’s bitches too... Gulp..."

"Wh-What is Arthur’s type?!"

Any trace of their initial judgment and disdain had completely vanished, burned away by a sudden, overwhelming wave of envy.

The ladies crowded closer, peppering Amelia and Aria with desperate, breathless questions, their masochistic desires completely ignited at the prospect of falling under Arthur’s absolute control.

"We wanna be Arthur’s slaves too..." one whispered, trembling with sudden heat.

"Oh! Uh, you know what, I suddenly remember I have errands to run today, I better head out..." another stammered, suddenly eager to rush home.

"M-Me too!" the third echoed, hastily excusing herself as her mind raced with wicked fantasies of surrender.

With their minds racing and faces flushed a deep, feverish red after learning exactly how to catch Arthur’s attention, the neighborhood ladies practically sprinted back to their homes to await his judgment.

"Then let’s get going too," Amelia murmured, watching them scurry off.

"Sure," Aria agreed with a knowing grin.

The two women turned and walked over to Aria’s place.

Aria had already purged most of her wardrobe of anything decent, keeping only the most provocative garments, and she claimed she felt zero regrets about discarding her old life.

Once inside, she slipped into an even skimpier, more revealing dress before the two of them settled comfortably onto the living room sofa, sipping tea and chatting amicably with no secrets left between them.

"So, your husband isn’t even allowed in the master bedroom anymore?"

Amelia asked, a playful tease in her voice.

"Yeah, that’s right," Aria replied, her cheeks flushing pink. "Master claimed it as his personal room from now on."

Aria casually spilled the details of her intense training sessions with Arthur, a visible shiver of electricity running down her spine as the memories resurfaced and quickly flooded her with fresh heat.

"Guess we should turn our master bedroom into a training room too~" Amelia purred.

In any normal world, discussing such domestic degradation would be completely unthinkable.

But here, immersed entirely in the M World—especially among slaves bonded to the exact same Master—it was just casual, happy gossip.

"So where does your husband sleep now?"

"We cleared out that little storage room and moved all his things in there."

Aria wrinkled her nose in mild disgust at the mention of her husband, the lingering memory of how he cummed in his pants after she was ordered to pee on him still fresh in her mind.

Amelia chuckled softly. "Hehehe, but Arthur’s orders made you horny just thinking about it, didn’t they?"

"...Yes," Aria whispered, her eyes glazing over.

Her body and soul belonged entirely to Arthur now.

Overwhelmed by a constant, intoxicating wave of pleasure, physical excitement, and absolute submission to her Master, she wouldn’t even dream of rebelling, not by a fraction of an inch.

"Haaa... just talking about him has me all excited already," Amelia confessed, shifting restlessly on the couch as her unshielded pussy throbbed.

"Totally... We’re fully his now... No, we’re Master’s lewd slaves."

Sharing the same Master forged an intense, wicked camaraderie between them.

Just sitting there trading whispered fantasies about Arthur was enough to make their cores slick, their pussies dripping with fresh arousal.

"Y’know... the fourth command?" Amelia asked, a sly glint in her eye.

"Yesss," Aria answered before the question was even fully out.

Slowly, deliberately, Aria leaned across the sofa, bringing her face right up to Amelia’s.

Smack... Smooch... Slurp... Sluuurp...

Mmmph... Smooch... Slurp...

Mmmph... Smmmmooch...

Without a single word about who initiated it, they locked lips, diving headfirst into another heavy, filthy kiss.

Arthur’s strict standing orders banned them both from touching themselves or masturbating independently, leaving them with only one sanctioned way to relieve their mounting, agonizing sexual frustration.

"Aria your saliva tastes so good..." Amelia said her eyes hazy.

"Yours too, Amy..." Aria hummed against her mouth.

Put simply, they were ordered to function as each other’s exclusive masturbation toys—diving unabashedly into lesbian intimacy whenever their master wasn’t around to use them.

"I’m jealous..." Amelia murmured against Aria’s lips, pulling back just enough to look down.

"Your tits are so huge."

"Mmmph—th-thank you, Amy."

"Hnnngh..."

Amelia didn’t waste a second.

She reached out, roughly stripping away the thin fabric of Aria’s dress to free her heavy breasts.

She latched onto them instantly, sucking and greedily nibbling on her hardened nipples.

"Haah... hnnngh... Bite harder, please!" Aria whimpered, arching her back and offering herself up completely.

"Yesss..."

Though it was uncharted territory for both of them, they were Arthur’s devoted, degraded slaves now.

Any lingering hesitation was burned away by the sheer, desperate need of their horny bodies, driving them straight into the depraved act without a second thought.

"Then, here I go."

"Yes, Amy...."

The two dripping, desperate slaves slid closer together on the sofa, pressing their wet pussies tightly against one another, swapping their sloppy, intertwined juices as friction took over.

"""Aaahng—!"""

They bucked and ground against each other, fucking like the shameless bitches they were, violently venting every ounce of their insatiable lust while whispering praise for the man who owned them both.

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