Inside the red-lit private gala, everything was perfect. Velvet, diamonds, music dripping like syrup.
Janelle entered with Mirabel on her arm—dominant, dangerous, and fully in control.
Behind them, two perfectly trained toys followed: Naya and Kade—obedient, beautiful, and barely clothed.
And somewhere in the crowd, Janelle's third toy waited—Aster.
But when Aster walked in, she didn't drop to her knees like she was trained.
She didn't even glance at Janelle.
No… she made direct eye contact with Mirabel.
Walked slowly past them. Then leaned down and whispered in Mirabel's ear:
> "Mistress Janelle's attention has been… distracted lately.
If you ever get bored of being her favorite, maybe let me show you how good I can be."
She winked and walked away like she did nothing wrong.
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Janelle's smile froze.
Mirabel blinked, stunned. But she didn't speak—just stepped back, letting her girlfriend take over.
Janelle turned sharply to Kade and Naya.
> "Upstairs. Now."
They obeyed immediately, silent and tense.
Janelle followed them—but not before she grabbed Aster by the collar.
> "Did you forget what the word 'obedient' means, Aster?"
"Or do you just miss getting punished in front of others?"
Aster bit her lip.
And whispered, "Maybe both."
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Upstairs…
Kade and Naya are on their knees already, waiting.
Janelle steps into the room, dragging Aster behind her.
Mirabel sits on a throne-like chair in the corner, watching. Calm. Regal.
"Tonight," Janelle says slowly, "every single toy in this room will remember who owns them."
She looks to Aster.
"Starting with the mouth that forgot its place."
And Aster? She kneels… slow, seductive, daring.
But Janelle's already undone her belt.
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To be continued