Many interested eyes were sent their way as Bette and Tina descended the steps together. Tina averted her eyes properly, and followed directly after Bette. She liked pretending as though Bette held all the power, when she knew the opposite was true. It was a little secret that got them both off, as if they needed to twist the situation any further.

Even Bette was excited to take complete control and speak for Tina in such a lewd manner. She couldn’t wait to be punished for any excessive teasing later. Looking behind herself, she couldn’t help but smile at how well Tina played the part of a submissive. Almost as perfectly as they both played the part of a bland lover among their friends. No one knew this about them, and no one suspected anything because they were often so quiet and introverted. But here they were, in the middle of a BDSM Halloween celebration, the focus of the entire party.

“Let’s sit,” Bette said leading confidently out toward a small group of couches.

Everyone quickly brought their eyes back to their individual tasks, busying themselves so as not to stare. At a nude beach, you don’t stare at a woman’s chest, and at a BDSM party, you don’t stare at the woman on a leash.

“Yes … Ma’am,” Tina said, biting back her smile. It was strange beyond reason to speak to Bette that way, but this had been their collective choice. She liked how bizarre it felt, and more so Bette’s quirky smile. She could tell her wife was egotistically satisfied.

One soft couch seemed to draw Bette toward it, and she sat there with Tina at her side. Teasingly, she reached her hand out and fingered the top of Tina’s neckline – daring her wife to meet her gaze.

Tina was completely determined to stay in character, closing her eyes gently and accepting the evil taunting. She was smiling inside.

“She looks wonderful,” a woman smirked, taken aback by Bette’s presence once she neared them.

“She is.” The woman could feel the brunette’s protective nature in her words.

The raven-haired woman was not one to be scared away, so she took a step closer, cautiously. “I mean no harm.” Then she saw Tina meet her eyeline, and the woman looked instantly confused. Then she looked sideways toward Bette again. “… She doesn’t receive discipline?”

Bette was laughing inside, just thinking about how seething angry Tina must have been after hearing someone speak that way about her. Instead, she kept calm and answered properly. “She only answers to me.” It was simple and it was true. She could feel Tina’s breathing settle on her wrist, and she was glad she could calm her lover.

“She’s really beautiful.”

It was difficult not to be angry with the obvious leering, but Bette knew this was all part of the party. Some women were more bold than others. She moved her hand to bring Tina’s mid-length blond hair over her shoulder, appreciating her wife’s statuesque beauty. She was stunning, and all Bette could answer with was a smile.

They were interrupted with another woman’s presence, and it drew everyone’s attention.

“Ladies.” Her voice was distinct and so genuine it sounded delicate, although it held great strenth and confidence. Of course, she was without a mask.

“Anya,” Bette beamed, trying not to sound so excited. Everyone invited to the celebration had been invited through Anya, as she was an experienced Domme – incredible with women of all preferences. She just had a way with women, much like the Don Juan of lesbians.

The woman nodded, her reddish-brown hair fell in thick curls over her shoulders, just tickling the plunging neckline of her dress. She was slim, but had curves she wore with the utmost confidence. “I just wanted to make my way around, and make sure everyone was having fun.” She kept her eyes locked with Tina, seeking out the answer from the real Domme in the situation.

Truthfully, Anya knew Bette and Tina quite well – and knew their roles here were unusual – so the situation earned her attention, to say the least.

Once she got the silent ‘yes’ she had wanted from Tina, she looked up to Bette and smiled kindly.

“This is excellent,” Bette answered honestly, “I have to say, I’m impressed.”

“Anything for my passion.” Then she winked and turned to the other woman. “Are you finding everything alright?”

The woman nodded, quickly taking in the connection between the three women, and excusing herself to another area.

“I hope she doesn’t frighten you,” Anya chuckled, sitting next to Bette on the couch – a Domme on either side of her now. “Either of you.” She knew she should speak with Tina as well, even given their switch. Then a smile touched her lips and she looked out to the crowd. “You give so much power to your submissive.”

Neither woman was quite sure who she was talking about, which made the comment very cheeky. And as tempted as Tina was to answer her and accept the comment, she kept her mouth closed for the little game. It was a secret between the three of them.

Bette spoke up after watching Tina hold her own tongue. “Well, she is mine to punish. When I see fit.” Just the way she said that brought Tina’s eyes over to her – head unmoved, but eyes looking up at her.

“You’re quite brave,” Anya smirked, enjoying the sexual tension and promise of an incredible night to come. “And if I may be so bold, I’d like to send over a couple I think you two might enjoy.”

When she saw Tina smile, she accepted it as a collective answer, and left with a smile of her own.

Bette looked to Tina with love and passion, thoughts flooding through her as she reminded herself of all the things Tina had been willing to try. She especially wanted Bette to command another submissive to tease her – just little touches and kissing – to playfully arouse her.

However, Bette allowed Tina to sit proudly on the edge of her seat, awaiting whatever adventure would quickly come. She knew not to push Tina too far, but the smile on her lips told of her want to press the limits. She was feeling highly mischievous.

From afar, Tina could tell that this match would be well-suited. She settled in her place and gathered a smirk on her lip,. for her own love of mischief. She would show Bette what domination could be.

“Lady Winter,” the more dominant partner explained, nodding toward Bette who looked to be in obvious control, after Tina’s eyes dropped to the floor.

It was certainly hard for Bette to keep eye contact in such a scenario, but she kept reminding herself of her momentary dominance. She had to speak for both of them, and she nodded at the introduction – no doubt a secret identity for the night, as she figured she should do as well. She cleared her throat first. “Mistress Sin.”

Had the words come out any differently, it might have sounded predictable, but with the sensuality that Bette exuded, it sounded like an aphrodisiac to the night’s events. She sounded full of evil desires, and glad to have a submissive to toy with. The tone of her voice actually gave Tina chills of excitement.

“And this is my little plaything.” The way Bette spoke and the way she teasingly ran her hand over Tina’s head were making it difficult to remain in character. Tina wanted to snap at the evil teasing, but she kept her calm and tolerated such behavior. She would get Bette later for any ridiculous teasing, that much she knew.

“How sweet,” Winter smiled, short, styled hair leaving her face completely readable. She was looking down to Tina and obviously enjoying the look. “She looks obedient.”

“She can be,” Bette said with utter confidence, forgetting about her trepidations. Tina was hers tonight, and she would treat her as such. With the way Tina was accepting it, she could see that Tina had wanted this from the start. Surely she would still be paying for this, but Bette didn’t mind. She loved Tina’s sadistic games.

Then, without warning, Bette leaned over and held the back of Tina’s neck while she kissed her. It was long, deep and possessive.

Secretly, Tina loved it. Sometimes it was a sweet evil when Bette would take her with dominant passion, and this time she would be Bette’s in a room full of others. This would indeed be interesting, but Tina wouldn’t have settled for anything less.

“Why don’t you,” Winter offered, gesturing toward Tina while she looked to her submissive partner, “Tell Mistress what a little slut you are.”

The girl crawled over with pure lust in her eyes, so great that she could barely keep the opened. Bette smiled at how invested they all were in the scene – it was a part of them.

“I’m such a slut, Mistress.”

Her head was bowed and she seemed completely exhausted with all the teasing that she had undoubtedly been put through. The dark golden hair fell nicely over the girl’s shoulders, quite contrary to Winter’s boyish cut. When she looked up to Bette, there was a purposeful smirk behind her eyes. She gasped instinctively as Winter spanked her, and exhaled so deeply she slouched.

“She’s so fucking awful sometimes,” Winter sighed, shaking her head. She loved the little games they would play in such a scenario, and she could tell that Trish – her submissive – was getting off on it already. The rude comments always helped with that. “You can be such a little bitch.” As she spoke, she gently slipped her hand around the girl’s neck and tilted her head back. They locked eyes for a moment, and then Trish lowered hers out of respect for their little game.

Bette and Tina looked to each other, knowing just how true the pleasure ran with such roleplay. The room was overtaken with wonderful, passionate women either submitting or dominating each other. The energy was tangible, and especially there, in front of Winter and her submissive.

“I think this one needs some attention,” Bette said, earning a sort of glare from Tina that spoke of her desire for just that. To anyone else, it would have appeared as annoyance or anger, but Bette knew Tina well. She just stared into her eyes until Tina remembered her place in the situation and turned her head to the right.

Winter smirked at their obvious conflict, along with their desperate need. “Maybe she needs to be teased a little.” Then she moved Trish’s hair completely to one side, and Bette smiled at the collar. It looked comfortable, but purposeful. “The perfect task for an obedient girl.”

Bette tried not to smile at how frustrated Tina must have been, and admired this mystery submissive’s ability to nod along and do as her dominant partner wished. It was quite the heavy relationship. When Tina kept her eyes focused on the floor, Bette lifted her fingers to Tina’s chin, and guided her eyes. “The same goes for you, my little whore.” She wanted to laugh at the look on Tina’s face, but she kept in character. “No moaning and CERTAINLY no touching. This isn’t for your pleasure.”

It was difficult to take Bette seriously when she had memories of Bette screaming and pleading for release – grovelling and begging her to be allowed an orgasm – but the tone in her lover’s voice aided the confusion. She allowed herself to slip into her role, and she leaned back into the couch.

“Good girl.”

Tina looked up to Bette, and there was so much weakness in her eyes. Something about the way Bette spoke the words cut right through her, and she could see for that moment what Bette enjoyed so much about her submission.

The soft kiss on her knee brought her out of such deep thoughts, and quickly to the vision of another submissive giving her attention. She closed her eyes as her dress, along with the kissing, moved up her thighs. Even though she was in her role, she couldn’t help but think that if she were her true dominant self in that moment, both Bette and this other girl would be fucking her right now. Kissing her, touching her, and perhaps getting fucked by Lady Winter too. She liked watching Bette squeal and moan while she was gathering pleasure for herself. The fantasy became a blatant dream when the girl halted her kisses just before her lips reached the real destination.

Tina let out her breath with frustration, but closed her eyes and willed herself to keep in character. Her lips parted, and she was willing to accept the torture of constant arousal and no release. If Bette had done it for her more times than she could count, she could do it too. After all, this chance only came around once a year. As this thought came to her, she opened her legs further and tilted her head back. She basked in the attention that was promised with three sets of eyes on her squirming misery.

“You need me to touch you, don’t you?” Bette whispered, placing an excited hand on Tina’s thigh. After watching the enthusiastic nod, she smirked, confident that Tina was really living the experience and not legitimately angry with her. This eased her mind and allowed for her to be cruel the way she had wanted to act from the start. “You’re so wet, I just know you are.” When she slid her hand between Tina’s legs, they both gasped, but silently. Bette licked just below Tina’s ear teasingly, nipping at the spot playfully. “Beg me to stop.”

Her fingers were slipping over Tina’s clit, and would momentarily disappear inside of her. She could feel Tina’s true reaction to it from inside, and the intensity was giving her shivers. Still, she played the part.

“Beg me.” It was a firm command.

“Please Mistress,” Tina whimpered, so excited that her voice cracked all on its own. “Please … stop.” She didn’t want Bette to stop, and the command was exciting her even further. It was almost as cruel as she insisted on being nearly every day in their true roles. She began to breathe harder with Bette’s bravery and creativity.

“It doesn’t sound … like you reeeally want me to stop,” Bette teased. Her wicked tone was a surprise to them both, but it kept them both easily in character.

Tina was fighting her own body’s response, her own wish to scream out for more, and swallowed her pride. She was never one to beg, but she was giving herself to Bette, and she would do as her wife pleased. “Please …” she begged more sincerely, trying desperately to want the incredible slippery sensation to end, “Please … stop touching me …”

Bette was utterly impressed, but she wanted to be baser still. She was filling the dominant role beautifully, and her natural strength was a compliment to her attitude. She removed her hand and whispered to her wife. “Slave …”

The word echoed in her ear, and Tina was at ease. Just knowing Bette would treat her as such gave her a sort of freedom she hadn’t predicted. Surprisingly, on this sole occassion, she enjoyed the word and all it implicated.

When Tina opened her eyes again, she saw Winter on the floor, on top of the girl. Teasing her sadistically, of course. Tina closed her eyes again at the feel of Bette’s hot breath on her ear, and groaned a little at the loss of contact. She wanted Bette to touch her, to take her.

“Please … fucking please …” her pleading came naturally, and from a desperate need.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten what you’re here for,” Bette whispered evilly into her ear again, bringing Tina’s dress back down her legs. “My pleasure.”

Tina swallowed hard as Bette helped her up from the couch. They excused themselves from the already-occupied lovers on the floor and went off to find other encounters in areas other than the front room. There were other, kinkier places for them to explore, and they were sure they’d bump into Winter and her submissive some other time.

As Bette took Tina’s arm in her grip, the blond grinned mischievously. “Yes Ma’am.”