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Nerves hit Amethyst harder than she expected. A pig woman in a gimp mask kneeled before her, naked with her chest out while her muscular arms crossed themselves behind her. Not bound, Amethyst didn't want to do that on her first try and Mama didn't push her.

She mentally slapped herself. Not Mama, not when the tables were turned. The collar around the older pig's neck said her position loud and clear. The vole toyed with her own collar nervously, slowly running a finger across the studs as she figured out what to order of her mistress. No, her pet.

Extending her leg, Amethyst brought her foot to the dyke's face, "Clean them, slave." she ordered.

The gimp bowed, sending a fuzzy feeling up the vole's spine as her dominants tongue licked at her foot as she herself had done so often. Biting her lower lip, Amethyst reached down to toy with her exposed pussy, now free of the belt Helga locked her in for so often. It had been a month since her last release, and while her Mama had no trouble getting the vole's pussy nice and moist, there was something different about today that felt right, and oh so wrong.

That small shred of doubt stopped her fingers from touching herself, hovering over the wet lips as the sow slathered her tongue across the soles of Amethyst's feet. Such a strong woman, yet following her demands with no hesitation. The vole wanted to touch herself, to spread her pussy wide before the hog and mock her gimp while she edged closer and closer to orgasm. But even with the belt gone, and Helga's permission, something held her hand despite it holding all the cards.

"Stop," she pulled her foot from the gimp's mouth and spread her legs wide as she leaned into Helga's personal leather throne in the basement. Two fingers spread her lower lips wide, letting her arousal drip out, "Eat me out, s-sow," she muttered that last part. Guilt crossed her mind as she looked to the green-eyed gaze of the pig. Had she crossed a line? Helga degraded her all the time when they played, and she loved it. Mama said to just experiment when she agreed, but Amethyst didn't want to hit a nerve. She shouldn't have used the mask, Amethyst couldn't tell the expression behind it.

Helga, no, the gimp leaned in, heavy tongue slowly lapping against her folds. Amethyst let out a low moan as the pig woman worshipped her. Helga rarely ate her out. Not because she didn't want to, the couple just had other ideas of what to do with the vole's pussy whenever the pig turned the key on the belt. But when she did, Helga took it slow and deep, letting her tongue dig into her pet's folds like she searched for a truffle.

"That's a good sow...r-right," she shuddered, gripping the gimp hood tight, "right there...mama..."

The gimp giggled. Amethyst's mind blanked for a second, processing what to do next. Whenever she teased Helga in play, the older woman either punished her to push the play harder. Not that it ever stopped the vole, being the little masochist she was. But did Helga expect her to do the same?

She looked down at Helga. No! She shook her head, pushing down the idea that the one focused on servicing her was Helga. The woman with strong arms that she woke up in every day, who could snap her so easily in her clutches and restrain her without any rope or leather. The hog that had a kit on hand for each aftercare session. The lover that owned her heart. It wasn't Helga lapping her pussy, just a gimp. That's all it was.

And gimps needed punishment.

Amethyst pushed the sow's mouth from her pussy, "You think this is funny?" holding the hood tight and blushing at the strand of saliva and vaginal fluids that broke away from the gimp's lips. A smile formed in what she could see of the mouth, but the gimp said nothing. Amethyst slapped her.

"I think you need some punishment. What do you think, cunt?" she asked, spitting into the mask.

"Whatever you desire, Mistress," she said, in the voice of Helga but Amethyst tuned it out. She couldn't dominate her Mama. The more she thought of the older pig, the more she imagined her strong hands gripping her tight and...she mentally slapped herself while trying, and failing to shove the pig away from her. The gimp eventually complied.

"Fetch me a flogger, slut," she demanded, holding the pig down as she started to stand, "Crawl. Don't dirty my tools with your touch,"

They weren't her tools, but correcting herself would have made her look bad. Not that Helga, no, her gimp, thought she'd look bad. Or did because it was her first time really dominating. Amethyst let panic come to her face as the hog turned around and crawled for a flogger, staring into the older woman's plump yet muscular rump and remembering all the times she'd been face first into it. That cute springtail just begging for a flick. Would Helga hate that? Did the vole dare to try? Being in charge gave her some leeway for these kinds of things, did it not? She leaned forward as she pondered, resting an elbow against her furry legs.

Maybe she needed an outfit to pull it off. Helga had nothing very "dom" in Amethyst's size, and the pig woman rarely dressed in anything so stereotypical, preferring to either be naked, casually dressed or in her exposed biker leathers whenever they played. Sure, she had some assless chaps, but the swine didn't own a single corset. Not that she needed it, carrying that dominant aura even now as she crawled back to Amethyst, the handle of a flogger held tight in between her teeth. She pondered about asking Helga later but already knew that she'd say something like, 'clothes don't make a dominant,' or 'seems like a waste of money if you aren't gonna use them often' which both were true. Helga didn't need any clothes to be dominant.

Amethyst wasn't Helga though.

"Good pet," she said, wiping the saliva of the handle onto her gimp's exposed flesh before signaling for her to turn around. Amethyst twirled the flogger in the air as the pig readied herself, hands on the floor so to expose as much of her back and ass as possible as she kneeled straight. Helga had taught her a few pointers on flogging, mainly where not to hit and proper distance. When her Mama guided her, the tool felt so light. But now, with her gimp's back to her, every twirl seemed to have extra weight to it.

Taking a deep breath, Amethyst stood off from her seat and slowly brushed the tails of the flogger across her swine's back. The gimp didn't moan, but her body twitched at the sensation.

"Do you think it is appropriate to laugh at your Mistress?" Amethyst said.

"No, Mistress," the gimp replied. The vole couldn't tell if the tone was earnest, or if she was just playing along. That hesitation took some power from her swing as she slapped the flogger across the pig's back.

"T-that's right," she stuttered out, striking again before she let her nerves take hold, "You don't g-get to laugh at your betters."

She swung again and again, each strike with the intent to be stronger but she knew it failed. Her breathing quickened, mouth drying as she tried to dominate. But even she could feel the lack of dominance in her swings. She wanted to top, the desire had burned in her ever since their trip to Folsom, but Helga, even bowing before her with her face hidden behind that mask, still had that aura of dominance.

Amethyst couldn't tell if she should have been angry or glad about it. And it continued to frustrate her. Heavy breaths flowed from her as she stopped, not because she was tired. Her legs weakened, body shaking as she imagined Helga standing over her. She soon realized that her gimp was, green eyes behind the mask staring down into her indigo.

A calloused hand reached for her collar, and the pig woman bent down to her pet's eye level before whispering, "Just say it, and I'll follow," with a sincerity that almost had the vole to tears. She could order her back down, demand to get the vole off with her tongue and call it, but the thought made her throat too parched to speak. She could say her safeword, ending their session and letting her think about where she went wrong, asking Helga for advice.

"T..." she leaned into the hand, holding it with affection as she dropped the flogger, "Take me."

Amethyst tasted herself on Helga's tongue as the pig woman pushed past her maw. Her legs gave out, but Helga held the vole too tight in her embrace to let her fall. She failed to dom the swine, to explore her own dominant desires. Her submissive tendencies won out in the end, leading her to smile as her Mama, even hidden behind the gimp mask, stared into her with fiery eyes before slapping her. The fresh sting waking her from whatever haze she let herself get lost in.

Helga carried her vole back to the chair, her chair, and hosted Amethyst onto her lap. She needed no toys or restraints to keep the girl steady, holding her with strength alone as the vole struggled on reflex while the pig plunged two fingers into her pussy. The porcine woman caught Amethyst's tongue as she gasped, clamping her middle and index finger behind the girl's tongue piercing, forcing the girl's tongue to hang loose.

"Just relax," Helga whispered, putting the final nail in her coup as Amethyst mewled incoherently in her arms, "let it come," warm breath traveled down the vole's neck, while the gimp's fingers thrust harder and faster as the seconds passed by. Amethyst's dominant experiment had ended with her deep in her Mama's arms like so many regular nights, as an object of submissive lust for the hog. Resentment flowed with her tears of bliss as she reached closer and closer to that climax. But that bitterness wasn't directed towards Helga. No, her discontent pointed inwards, irritated that she couldn't really dominate.

Not that it let her stop Helga. Her Mama knew she could, just with one word.

Legs buckled as the floodgates burst. Amethyst squealed loudly into the soundproofed basement's air as her thighs spread. Juices squirted onto the foam pads at their feet, a month worth of denial pushing out and out until she slumped almost lifelessly into Helga's arms. Her Mama let go of her tongue, letting her sub breath unhindered as she came crashing down from her high.

"Good girl," she whispered, though it didn't bring its usual comfort. What had Amethyst really done to deserve the praise? Fail at dominating? Let Helga take the reins so easily? She looked over to her hooded owner, now able to see the caring expression hidden behind the leather mask. Helga could tell Amethyst was frustrated, the vole knew it.

She brought her climax covered fingers to the vole's maw, who instinctively began to lick away at them. Amethyst was no stranger to her juices, and she didn't want her Mama to just wipe it away. Even with her frustration, the vole would never pass down the opportunity to show her submission.

"There, there," Helga brushed through the green sidecut of her vole, "Why don't you go take a shower, I'll clean up and join you upstairs."

***

Drying her hair, Amethyst noticed some blonde hair strands as she looked into the mirror. Had it already been that long since she applied her hair dye? She shrugged, figuring she'll just order a new batch of 'Electric Envy' from Manic Panic soon. Strapping her chastity belt back on, she casually strode out of the bathroom naked aside from the metal locked to her waist and the leather around her neck. The vole didn't feel like putting on any actual clothes, and once you've crawled around a place on all fours, modesty there doesn't become much of a concern.

Helga had a similar idea, though she wore a white T-shirt and some rather modest underwear as she sat on the couch and flipped through the channels. Amethyst took a seat next to her Mama, letting herself collapse onto the older pig's lap and staring into the new layer of fat Helga had built up recently. A calloused hand ran through her hair as Helga stopped on a custom motorbike show, one of her favorites. Amethyst didn't care for it, but she didn't come to the couch to watch TV anyway.

They stayed like that in silence for most of the show, with Helga playing with Amethyst's ear piercings while the vole rested. Still frustrated with her inability to dominate, Amethyst found herself huffing every so often to get Helga to respond. Whether her Mama would relent and ask her what's wrong, or if Amethyst would break the tension, was up to debate.

Helga gave in, "You're mad that I took over, aren't you."

"Yeah...just not at you," Amethyst looked up to the biker, staring back down at her, "I just...I just couldn't keep it up,"

"Being a dom isn't for everyone, Amy. But I'm proud that you tried. More people should try both sides of this lifestyle."

"But I don't feel like I really tried...you know?"

"No, I don't," Helga leaned back into the couch, "Why don't you use your words and tell me?"

Amethyst sighed, "It's just...I can't imagine you being submissive."

"I have been submissive. You can't put me on a pedestal."

"I know, I know. But, like, it's just hard to see you submitting. And you don't do it anymore."

Helga pondered on that for a moment, "True, being dominant is a lot more enjoyable for me to ever really sub consistently."

"Yeah, and I just couldn't see you subbing. Even with the mask, I kept imagining you overpowering me again. Plus, I just felt too worried that I was going too hard."

"That's normal," Helga smiled, "Do you know how much I panicked when I first used the word 'vermin' with you? Some shit doesn't fly."

"Yeah...but I like it when you degrade me."

"I know you do," Helga slipped a finger through one of Amethyst's nipple piercings, "You little slut."

Giggling, Amethyst took a deep breath to steady herself, "It's just...I don't know. I still want to try domming, but I don't think I can do it on you. And I'm not sure I can do it how you do it."

"Well, for starters, don't do it like me," Helga said, pausing her show on the DVR, "Everyone has their own style. Many are similar, but they're generally unique. If you're not comfortable imitating my style, then experiment with others. You think I had my style pinned down the day I decided to be dominant?"

Amethyst nodded, causing Helga to snort, "Jesus, kids today have no concept of experience do they?"

She shrugged as much as she could while laying against the pig's thighs, "I can't really experiment if I have trouble domming you. And don't say we can try more, I'd rather kiss your feet than you kiss mine."

The older woman rolled her eyes, "Fine, fine. I could check Fet and see if there's a party coming up where we can get lucky and you can try with someone there."

"Really?" she lit up, "You mean it?" Amethyst asked. Despite the two meeting each other at a munch, they hadn't been super active in the local fetish community. Not because they disliked anyone, rather they just enjoyed each other's company. Well, that and Helga didn't like it when people asked if they could play with Amethyst. The hog was a bit possessive.

"Yeah, yeah. Anything for you. But you gotta do something for me."

"Anything," she said, "You name it, Mama." she pulled back from the thigh and leaned into Helga's shoulder.

"Get a job,"

She blinked, "What?"

"You want a career after college right? Well, some experience beforehand to add to your resume would be useful. So at least look for something part-time, doesn't have to be big. Plus, the extra income would be helpful."

"I mean...I could always ask my mom if we-" Helga's stare stopped Amethyst in her tracks. The vole forgot how much of a proud woman her dominant was, and how she found it embarrassing to get help from Amethyst's actual mother in the financial department. She didn't really understand why since money is money, but she tried to respect Helga's feelings on the matter.

"Fine, fine. I'll look. I'm not sure what I can find with a future English degree."

"Try a coffee shop. I'm sure you'll meet lots of writers whose screenplay will be the next big thing."