Initiation
GP! Sugar Mommy Irene and Seulgi x Fem!Reader
Tags: Light BDSM, Petplay, Degradation, Praise
You nervously adjust the blindfold covering your eyes, the soft fabric blocking out the world as you take tentative steps forward, your heart pounding in your chest. The click of your heels against the hardwood floor echoes through the empty room, each step bringing you closer to your potential new life. As an aspiring artist, you've hit rock bottom, desperate for a way out of the financial hole you've dug yourself into. And then, like a beacon of hope in the darkness, you found Irene and Seulgi's ad. They promised a generous allowance, a place to stay, and the freedom to pursue your artistic passions. But first, they insisted on an initiation test.
As you round a corner, the scent of their perfume hits you - a mix of sweet, rich vanilla and a hint of something darker, more mysterious. Your senses are heightened, each detail crystalizing in the absence of sight. You hear the soft rustle of fabric, the faint clink of jewelry. They are here, watching you, assessing you.
"Welcome, darling," a melodic voice purrs, smooth as honey and twice as sweet. Irene. "We've been expecting you." Her hand finds your elbow, guiding you further into the room, her touch electric against your skin.
"And don't you look lovely," another voice chimes in, deeper, more playful. Seulgi. Two hands find your waist, spinning you slowly, drinking in every detail of your appearance. "Such a pretty little thing, aren't you? I can't wait to make you ours."
You blush at their words, a shiver racing down your spine as you feel their eyes on you, seeing you in a way no one else ever has. Irene's fingers trail up your arm, grazing your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your breath hitches as another pair of hands settle on your shoulders, slowly, deliberately. They are circling you, toying with you, like a predator stalking prey.
"Arms up," Irene commands softly, and you obey without hesitation, raising your arms above your head. Cool metal encircles your wrists, clicking into place. Handcuffs. Your heart races as the realization hits you - you're at their mercy now.
Seulgi's fingers deftly fasten the second cuff, the metal biting into your skin, a delicious mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Your arms are pinned above your head, restrained, bound by the cuffs attached to an unseen fixture. You're at their mercy, completely vulnerable, and the thought sends a thrill racing down your spine.
"Such a good girl," Irene coos, her voice a silky caress in the darkened room. Her fingers dance along your collarbone, tracing the swell of your breasts, teasing you through the thin fabric of your shirt. Your nipples strain against the confines of your bra, aching for her touch, craving more.
Seulgi's hands skim down your sides, her nails lightly dragging over your skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. She grips your hips, pulling you flush against her, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body. "We're going to have so much fun together," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.
Seulgi and Irene circle around you like wolves eyeing a lamb, drinking in the sight of you, arms bound above your head, completely at their mercy. Irene trails a finger along the hem of your skirt, slowly inching it upward, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of your creamy thigh.
"Now, sweet thing," Irene begins, her voice a low purr, "being ours comes with certain... expectations. When you're here, under this roof, you belong to us. Your body, your pleasure, your very being - it's all ours to command."
She hooks a finger in your skirt and yanks it upwards, letting it pool around your waist, leaving you in nothing but your lacy panties and bra. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. Irene smirks at your predicament, clearly relishing the power she holds over you.
Seulgi chimes in, her fingers skimming up your bare thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You'll be expected to be available to us at all times. Whenever, wherever, however we want you." Her hand cups your sex possessively through the thin fabric, and you can't help but gasp, your hips bucking slightly into her touch.
"When you're here, you'll be naked. Always," Irene continues, her voice a silky command. "No clothes, unless we give you specific permission to wear something, be it a collar, a maid costume, anything. Or else, your pretty little body should be on display, ready for our pleasure." Your eyes widen at the blunt command, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through you. Irene nods slowly, a wicked glint in her eyes. "And your holes," Seulgi adds, her voice dripping with dark promise as her fingers press more firmly against your clothed sex, "they're ours as well. Anytime, anywhere, we have need of them." She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "You'll service us whenever, however we desire. In the kitchen, the living room, even out by the pool if the mood strikes us."
Irene nods in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You're not just a pet, darling. You're our fuck toy. Our plaything, to use and enjoy as we see fit." She reaches out and unhooks your bra with a deft flick of her fingers, letting it fall away to reveal your bare breasts. Irene cups one in her hand, kneading it roughly, pinching your nipple between her fingers. "Isn't that right, pet?"
Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, a needy whimper escaping your lips. Irene chuckles darkly, pleased with your submission. "Good girl," she praises, giving your nipple a sharp tug before releasing it.
Seulgi grips the waistband of your panties, her fingers slipping underneath, stroking your most intimate flesh. "Remember, when you're out in the world, doing our errands, living your life, you can be whoever you want to be. Dress however you please, act however you please. But in here..." She tugs your panties down, letting them drop to the floor, leaving you bare and exposed before them. "...you belong to us. Mind, body, and soul."
Irene nods, her eyes roving hungrily over your naked form. "Understand, pet?" she asks, her voice a commanding purr.
"Yes," you breathe out, your voice trembling with anticipation and a deep, dark arousal. "I understand. I'm yours." The words fall from your lips like a prayer, a vow, a promise of devotion.
Seulgi grins, her fingers delving between your legs, stroking your slick folds, feeling the evidence of your desire. "Such a good little fuck toy," she coos, circling your clit with a maddeningly slow rhythm. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in."
Irene leans in, her breasts pressing against your bare back as she reaches around to cup your sex, her fingers delving into your slick folds without preamble. Her fingers plunge deep inside you, pumping slowly, stretching you open, claiming you thoroughly.
Seulgi grips your chin, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. She leans in, her tongue tracing the column of your throat before she bites down, marking you as theirs. "Your orgasms are ours," she growls against your skin, her teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. "You'll only come when we allow it, understand?"
"Y-yes," you whimper out, your hips rocking against Irene's hand, desperate for more friction, more stimulation. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and the dark promise of more.
Irene chuckles, the sound vibrating through your back as she curls her fingers inside you, stroking that special spot that makes your toes curl. "Good girl," she praises, her thumb circling your clit rapidly now, pushing you closer to the edge. "You're learning your place so quickly."
Seulgi releases your chin, only to tangle her fingers in your hair, gripping it tightly as she pulls your head back, forcing you to arch into Irene, before crashing her lips against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. She forces her tongue into your mouth, claiming you, owning you, leaving no doubt about who you belong to now.
As she kisses you, Irene's fingers never stop their relentless assault on your pussy, pumping harder, faster, driving you towards a climax that you know you're not allowed to have. Your body tenses, your muscles pulling taut as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside you. Just as you're about to tumble over the edge, Irene wrenches her fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching, a desperate keen tearing from your throat.
Irene tsks, a dark chuckle rumbling through her chest. "Not yet, pet. The test has just begun, and there is still a lot of fun to be had."
She leans in, breath hot against your ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And your cute little ass," Irene murmurs, delivering a sharp slap to your right cheek, the sting blooming into a pleasant warmth. "Such a perfect handful." Her fingers dig into the supple flesh, kneading it roughly before pulling your cheeks apart, exposing your most intimate hole. "This tight little asshole belongs to us too. We'll fill it, stretch it, use it for our pleasure whenever we want." Irene's finger circles your puckered entrance teasingly, the tip dipping in just slightly before pulling back out.
Seulgi captures your lips in another searing kiss, her tongue dominating yours, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as Irene is claiming your body. She nips at your bottom lip before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. "Remember, pet, your pleasure belongs to us now. You'll beg for our touch, crave our attention, and we'll decide when you've earned it."
"Understand?" Irene asks, her voice a dark command as her finger plunges into your asshole, not giving you any warning or time to adjust as she begins pumping it in and out at a brutal pace. Your body clenches around the sudden intrusion, but Irene just chuckles wickedly, forcing you to take it.
"Yes!" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Yes, I understand! I'm yours, all yours!"
"That's our good little fuck toy," Seulgi praises, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. She leans down and captures one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Her hand snakes between your legs, fingers stroking through your soaked folds, teasing your clit with feather-light touches.
Irene scissors her fingers inside your ass, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come. "You're going to be a perfect little toy for us," she promises darkly, her thumb circling your clit rapidly, pushing you closer to the edge.
Seulgi and Irene circle around you like predators, eyeing their new prize. Irene steps forward, trailing a finger along your jawline, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "Let's see how well you can take instruction, pet," she purrs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "On your knees. Show us what that pretty mouth can do besides beg for more."
You quickly sink to your knees, the plush carpet beneath you soft and inviting. Irene's cock springs free as she unzips her slacks, the thick shaft bobbing before your face, already hard and leaking. You lean forward, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, your tongue swirling around it before sucking gently, savoring the salty taste of her arousal.
"Good girl," Irene coos, her fingers threading through your hair, guiding you further onto her shaft. "Such a natural little cock slut. I knew you'd love sucking my dick the moment we saw you." She pulls you down, her cock sliding over your tongue, hitting the back of your throat as she holds you there, letting you adjust to the thickness stretching you open.
Seulgi watches with a wicked grin, slowly stroking her own impressive length as she takes in the sight of you on your knees, servicing Irene. "Look at her, Irene. Our little pet is a natural born cock whore," she says with a dark chuckle. "I can't wait to ruin her throat."
Irene pulls you off her shaft, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the swollen head. "She'll be a perfect little cock warmer for us," Irene agrees, tapping the tip of her dick against your cheek. "Won't you, pet? Always ready and willing to suck us off whenever we need relief?"
Irene and Seulgi exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between them as they decide the blindfold has served its purpose. Irene reaches out and unties the fabric, slowly pulling it away from your eyes. As the light returns, you blink rapidly, taking in the opulent room you find yourself in. The plush carpet beneath your knees, the rich velvet curtains, the king-sized bed dominating the center of the room. And Irene and Seulgi looming over you, their eyes dark with lust and dark promise.
Seulgi leans down, cupping your chin in her hand, tilting your face up to meet her intense gaze. "Such a good girl, taking your blindfold so well," she praises, her thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lips.
She unzips her slacks, freeing her girthy shaft. It bobs heavily before your face, the thick veins pulsing with need. Your eyes widen at the sheer size of her, a mix of trepidation and anticipation coursing through you. Seulgi smirks at your expression, wrapping a hand around your throat possessively as she pulls you forward, the head of her cock pushing past your lips, stretching your jaw wide.
"Open wide, little one," Irene purrs, her hand fisting in your hair, holding you steady as Seulgi pushes in deeper, her thick length invading your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease. You gag slightly, your throat convulsing around her, but Irene just holds you in place, forcing you to take more of her impressive length.
"Fuck, so tight," Seulgi groans, starting to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face with deep, powerful strokes that make your eyes water. Irene watches with a wicked grin, enjoying the sight of you being used so thoroughly.
"Our little slut is going to be the perfect cock warmer," Irene comments, reaching down to palm your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly. Her fingers find your nipple, pinching and tugging on the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Seulgi pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to her throbbing shaft. She grips your hair, pulling your head back as she slaps her heavy cock against your cheek. "Such an obedient little thing, taking me so well," she praises, her voice a dark rumble. She pushes back into your mouth, her thick shaft hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around her. Irene grins wickedly, enjoying the show, her fingers twisting your nipple harder as she watches you struggle to take Seulgi's girthy length.
"Remember pet," Irene purrs, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear, "this is just the beginning. We're going to push you to your limits and beyond. Your body will be our canvas, a plaything for us to use as we see fit."
Seulgi pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting your lips to her throbbing shaft. She grips your hair, pulling your head back as she slaps her heavy cock against your cheek, painting your face with the precum leaking from the swollen head. "You're going to be our perfect little fuck toy," she promises darkly, "ready and willing to service us anytime, anywhere."
Irene grins, palming your other breast roughly as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "And the best part is, as much as we'll use you, fuck you, fill every hole until you're dripping with our cum, we'll take such good care of you too," she murmurs, her voice a sinful promise. "You'll be our treasure, our pretty little doll to cherish and defile."
Seulgi nods, rubbing the leaking head of her cock against your lips, smearing your face with her arousal. "We'll buy you pretty things, spoil you rotten, make sure this sexy body of yours is always looked after." Irene pinches your nipple harder, rolling the bud between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.
Irene takes advantage of your open mouth, pushing two fingers past your lips, thrusting them in and out of your mouth, mimicking the motion of a cock. "Such a good little cock sleeve," Irene praises, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I can't wait to see how well this tight cunt takes a real dicking."
Seulgi smirks, giving your ass a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint blooming across the supple flesh. "Suck," Irene commands, pushing her fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You obey without hesitation, sucking hard, swirling your tongue around the digits plunging in and out of your mouth.
Seulgi grips your hips, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. The cool air against your dripping sex makes you shiver, your pussy clenching with anticipation. Irene kneels behind you, her hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing your most intimate places to their hungry gazes.
"Look at this pretty little hole," Irene murmurs, her finger circling your puckered entrance teasingly. "So tight, just begging to be stretched and filled." She pushes a finger inside, your ass clenching down, trying to suck her in deeper. Irene just chuckles, pumping slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.
Seulgi kneels in front of you, gripping your chin, forcing you to meet her intense stare. "Remember pet, this ass is ours now. We'll fill it, stretch it, use it for our pleasure whenever we want." She leans in, crashing her lips against yours in a brutal, dominating kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you thoroughly. Irene adds a second finger, pumping harder, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come.
Irene grips your hips, pulling you back against her as she kneels behind you, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. "Spread your legs wider, slut," she commands, her voice a low growl. "Let us see that needy little cunt."
You obey without hesitation, widening your stance, revealing your dripping sex to their hungry gazes. Seulgi smirks, settling between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Such a pretty little pussy," she purrs, her fingers brushing through your soaked folds teasingly. "So wet and ready for us already."
Irene grips your ass harder, pulling your cheeks apart, exposing your tight pucker to the cool air. She leans down, her tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh, making you gasp and clench around nothing. "And this ass," Irene murmurs, her voice a dark rumble against your skin, "it's ours now. Our personal fuck hole to use and abuse as we please."
Seulgi grins wickedly, her fingers delving deeper into your dripping sex, pumping slowly, curling to hit that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "That's right, pet. Your holes belong to us now. We'll fill them, stretch them, ruin them for anyone else." She leans in, capturing your lips in a brutal, dominating kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you thoroughly.
Irene chuckles darkly, pressing a finger against your puckered entrance, teasing you with the promise of penetration. "We're going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," she promises, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear. "Until the only thing you can think about is pleasing us, serving us, being our perfect little cock sleeve."
Seulgi breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as she grins at you, her eyes dark with lust and dark promise. "We'll fuck you in every room of this house," she says, her fingers pumping faster, harder, driving you towards a climax you know you're not allowed to have. Irene presses a second finger into your tight hole, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come. "We'll fuck you in the kitchen, bent over the counter as we cook breakfast," Irene continues, her voice a dark promise. "We'll bend you over the back of the couch in the living room, the soft leather cool against your skin as we split you open on our cocks."
Seulgi captures your nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. Irene pumps her fingers faster, harder, curling them to hit that special spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in bliss. "Yes, please..." you whimper out, your hips rocking back against Irene's hand, desperate for more.
"Please what, slut?" Irene demands, giving your ass a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint blooming across the supple flesh. "Beg for it like a good little whore." She pushes a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you deliciously, filling you so full.
"Please, please fuck me!" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Please use me, ruin me, make me your toy!" Your pussy clenches around Seulgi's fingers, dripping with your arousal, soaking her hand as she pumps into your needy cunt.
Seulgi grins wickedly, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "Such a desperate little fuck doll," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "We're going to break you in so good, pet. Mold this sexy body into the perfect toy for our pleasure."
Irene pulls her fingers out of your ass, leaving you empty and aching, clenching around nothing. She grips your hips, pulling you back, lining up her thick shaft with your tight pucker. "Remember, no matter where we are, no matter what we're doing, your holes are always available for us to use," Irene commands, the head of her cock pushing past your tight ring of muscle, stretching you wide around her thick girth.
Seulgi settles between your legs, her girthy shaft pressing against your dripping sex, the heat of it searing your skin. Irene grips your hips tightly, her fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as she pushes forward, the bulbous head of her cock breaching your tight hole, stretching you impossibly wide around her.
"Fuck, so tight," Irene grunts, her voice strained with pleasure as she sinks deeper, inch after thick inch disappearing inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches, a silent moan tearing from your throat at the sudden intrusion, the delicious stretch of being so utterly full.
Seulgi takes advantage of your open mouth, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as Irene is claiming your ass. She rocks her hips forward, the head of her shaft pushing past your entrance, your slick walls clenching down, trying to suck her in deeper.
Irene starts to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains inside you, before slamming back in, burying herself to the hilt in one hard thrust. She sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes that make your eyes roll back in bliss. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your wanton moans and cries of ecstasy.
Seulgi matches Irene's rhythm, her thick shaft plunging in and out of your dripping cunt, stretching you wide, filling you completely. Your body rocks with the force of their thrusts, tits bouncing with each snap of their hips. They fuck you in tandem, their cocks pistoning in and out of your holes, claiming you, owning you, using you for their pleasure.
Your mind goes hazy with sensation, lost in the throes of being so thoroughly taken, so completely fucked. Irene reaches around, finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in tight, rapid circles, pushing you closer to the edge. Seulgi leans down, capturing a nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the stiff peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Your pussy clenches around Seulgi's plunging shaft, dripping with your arousal, the wet sounds of your coupling filling the room. Irene pistons into your ass harder, her fingers digging into your hips as she chases her release, grunting with the effort of her deep strokes. "Fuck, your ass is gripping me so tightly," Irene growls, her voice strained with pleasure. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve, made to milk our dicks dry."
Seulgi grins against your breast, nipping at the soft flesh before soothing the sting with her tongue. She pounds into you harder, her thick shaft stretching your pussy deliciously, hitting that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "That's it, pet. Take our cocks like the needy slut you are," Seulgi commands, her fingers finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in quick, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge.
Your body trembles, your muscles pulling taut as the pleasure mounts, threatening to consume you entirely. Irene leans down, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, marking you, claiming you as she fucks into you with wild abandon. "We're going to fill you up," Irene promises darkly, her hot breath fanning over your skin. "Pump you full of our cum, mark you as our own personal fuck toy inside and out."
Seulgi captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as she grinds her hips against yours, her thick shaft buried deep inside your spasming cunt. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you scream your release into Seulgi's mouth, your pussy clenching down, milking her cock for all it's worth.
Irene hilts inside you, her shaft pulsing as she finds her own climax, flooding your ass with her hot seed, painting your insides white. She grunts, her hips jerking erratically as she fills you, marking you, claiming you as hers. Seulgi follows a moment later, her shaft throbbing, pumping load after load of her thick cum deep into your cunt, joining Irene in stuffing you full.
They collapse against you, both panting, their sweat-slicked skin pressed against yours as they catch their breath. Irene and Seulgi exchange a satisfied grin over your trembling form.
Your body goes limp between them, trembling with the aftershocks of your intense climax. Irene and Seulgi hold you close, their strong arms wrapping around you, keeping you sandwiched between their sweat-slicked bodies. They press soft kisses to your skin, murmuring praise and dark promises into your ear.
"That's our good girl," Irene coos, her fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. "Taking our cocks so well, like you were made for it."
Seulgi nods, her hand trailing down your side, cupping the curve of your hip. "Such a perfect little fuck doll," she agrees, her voice a low rumble. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in completely."
They help you onto the bed, your body sinking into the plush mattress as they settle on either side of you. Irene and Seulgi exchange a look, a silent communication passing between them. They lean in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing together, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
Their hands roam your body, caressing every curve and contour, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They touch you like you're a precious treasure, a toy they intend to cherish and defile in equal measure. Irene's fingers find your breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between her fingers until it pebbles under her touch.
Seulgi's hand drifts lower, skimming over your stomach, dipping into your dripping sex. She circles your clit teasingly, her fingers slick with the combined essence of your releases. "Such a messy little slut," she purrs, holding up her coated fingers, the sight of your juices dripping down her digits making your pussy clench with renewed need. "Look how well you took us, pet. Like a proper little cock sleeve."
Irene and Seulgi exchange a triumphant grin, their eyes sparkling with dark satisfaction as they take in your thoroughly fucked form splayed out between them. They gaze at you with a mix of possessive pride and hungry anticipation, knowing they've found the perfect plaything in you.
"We did well, pet," Irene murmurs, her voice a low, approving rumble as her fingers trail over your cheek almost affectionately. "You've passed the test with flying colors."
Seulgi nods, her hand squeezing your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. "Such an obedient little fuck doll," she agrees, her voice dripping with dark approval. "We knew you were the one for us from the moment we laid eyes on you."
Irene smiles wickedly, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you once more. She pulls back after a long moment, her eyes glinting with wicked promise. "Welcome to your new life, slut. We're going to have so much fun breaking in our perfect little toy."
Seulgi joins in the kiss, her lips finding yours, her own tongue tangling with Irene's as they plunder your mouth. They pull back, leaving you breathless and aching for more. "Get some rest now, pet," she murmurs, her fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. "You'll need it for what we have planned next."
Irene smirks, her hand drifting down to your breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly. "Sweet dreams, our pretty little fuck doll. Tomorrow, your real training begins." She winks salaciously, the promise of what's to come hanging heavily in the air.