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The slayers are in the dungeon. Mistress Buffy and Faith have been down here for a time; however, because of whatever is wrong with the other slayer, they have not been doing their usually playtime with each other. Buffy watches Faith closely as they begin to get her into place. She can tell something is wrong with her slayer that the loving hand or whip can not take care of. They stop everything and sit down on the bench, beginning to talk in low voices.

"Faith, I know something is wrong. You are going to have to tell me sooner or later. Because we are not leaving this room, until you do."

Shaking her head and looking down, the raven slayer is at a loss to tell Buffy what is wrong with her. Ashamed of herself at first, she knows she shouldn�t be feeling the way she is, and afraid to give voice to what is wrong. She watches her Mistress, fellow slayer, and friend start to lose patience with her.

A tear escapes the brunette�s eyes as she takes a chance and looks up at the blonde waiting on her to tell what is wrong. Swallowing hard instead she simply looks at the floor.

The blonde takes her hand into her own , only to have it pulled back. Frowning at the action and knowing whatever it is must be her own fault somehow.

"FUCK, FAITH! ... We will play this my way then. PET, I don't really want to lose my temper with you! But you're not making it easy. NOW! Did I do something that hurt your feelings? There is no way to make it right unless you tell me."

Swallowing to the point that it felt like her tongue was going to be sucked out of her mouth by the shear force alone, Faith answers. "Mistress, I am not proud of myself with this." Eyes look at the floor, briefly rising up to see the hazel eyes.

"I am jealous of the time that you are spending with Lady Willow. You seem different when you come back home from seeing her. I don't fucking care if you have been best friends since high school. You�re mine, NOT hers!"

"Pet." Shaking her head at the problem that has arisen from seeing her best friend, Buffy says, "You know that I love you. However, I love Willow also. Please don't look at me that way. No one could ever take the place of you. I just get something from Lady Willow that I can't from you."

Tears fall to the floor as the raven-haired slayer rears up and away from Buffy. "I KNOW YOU LOVE ME. FUCK...KNOW YOU LOVE RED. JUST DON'T LIKE SHARING YOU WITH HER! I DON'T SEE ANYONE ELSE! THE SAME SHOULD BE SAID FOR YOU!" She trembles as the words leave her.

"PET! STOP YELLING AT ME! How am I going to explain it to you? We've been over what happens when I go see Lady Willow. You don't want to do the things that she will to me...that she let's me do to her. But I believe that I have a solution to the program."

"You have a solution? Why do I get the feeling that I will either love or hate this?" Wiping her face, she moves closer to the blonde, sitting back down and trying to get back into mind of being her Mistress's Pet.

Taking the chin of her Pet into her small hands, Buffy is thankful that she didn't pull away this time. "We will work through this. I'm so sorry about making you feel jealous of her. Don't think we will be using the dungeon tonight. Let's clean up and then get in the hot tub, Pet."

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry that I yelled at you." Faith stands up from her place, then remembers that her Mistress didn't give permission to move and braves a look at her.

"Why don't I clean up, while you are making your call? Then we can meet at the hot tub." She keeps her eyes down while being so forward with her Mistress.

"Excellent idea, Pet." Putting a hand on the chin of the raven-haired slayer. "You�re not in trouble or going to be punished. But no more yelling, unless it is when I make you come. Now I am going upstairs and make that call. See you up there." She leans forward and places a small kiss onto her cheek.

Faith goes about cleaning the toys that they had gotten out and makes sure the room is clean for the next time, before heading up to meet Buffy.

"Yeah, there is. It's Faith. She is jealous of you and the time that I have been spending with Lady Willow."

The slayer sighs, shaking her head. "I thought she was. We talked over what happens when it�s just me and you. It is really bad, Willow."

They both hang up and the blonde slides down to the floor. She doesn�t know if and what tomorrow will bring, but she knows that there is a beautiful, naked slayer waiting on her in the hot tub.

In the dungeon, the toys are out; the slayers are waiting for Lady Willow to come down the stairs. There is jealously in the room, desire, not to mention the knots of worry buried deep in both. Through the open door, they can hear a door shutting upstairs, as footsteps get closer to the open door, leading down to them. The footsteps stop as the door closes to the dungeon and is then locked. They look at each one final time sending love and support, as a redhead comes into sight, making them both breathe a touch heavy. Standing there in a blue leather corset, is Willow, a pair of 4 1/2" black stiletto high heel on her feet.

Lady Willow watches the display on their faces and then snaps the small leather whip that she has in her hand. "I didn't give you permission to look at me." *Oh, but I did love the emotions playing on their faces.*

"I'll let this one time go. But don't take that as a sign. I will make it so that neither of you ever sit down again for a long long time. Is that clear?"

The slayers are on the floor, kneeling in place, hands behind backs. Neither one has any clothes on. Lady Willow takes in the difference between them. Buffy has small breasts with a small amount of areola, whereas Faith has larger breasts, and her areola are darker and cover more area.

"You are both beautiful... Now, Buffy, I want you to kiss your girlfriend and tell her you love her. Then Faith, the same goes for you. After that, you are both mine."

"Now, I want Buffy to come here." Pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her. "Faith, you may sit in that chair for now."

The slayers moved as one; Faith takes the wooden chair, as her Mistress and lover goes over to the object of her latest heart pains.

"Buffy, I want you to lick my heels, then move up my legs till you can taste my cream, only using your tongue."

Buffy bends down, licking at the heels. Her face is red from knowing that Faith watches her. Her tongue licks at the black stiletto heels, making sure she gets everywhere. Once they are shining, only then does she move up the redhead�s legs. Tongue touching only, as she comes to the apex of Lady Willow, the musk scent filling her with desire. Lady Willow moves one of her legs to rest on the small bench, nodding to the blonde to lick over the material. Buffy starts to move a hand to hold herself and is hit with the leather whip. "You know better, Pet. Just lick."

Buffy sighs to herself because the extra heel height is causing a problem. Raising up more, her tongue tastes the juices that are soaking through. She keeps up the tongue bath until she is told to stop.

"That's enough." Pulling the slayer up by her hair and moving her over to the table, she bends her down and places a black leather scarf over hazel eyes.

"Can you see, Mistress Buffy?" Eyes looking at the blonde, but still see everything that the dark slayer is doing.

"Good. Now don't you move." The sound of the leather whip fills the room, as she takes a practice shot at the bench. Then she hits the blonde�s back and rear end. There is a count of twenty and then the blonde is able to move, taking the place of Faith in the chair. She still has the scarf on.

"Faith, I am going to call you Pet from now on. For now the scarf stays on. It is nice to know that you having nothing to hide from your Mistress. Come to me, Pet, on your knees with your eyes down."

Faith lowers herself to the floor, resting on her knees, and, with her eyes cast down, begins the trek to Lady Willow. Her breasts are bouncing as she finally comes to a stop.

Faith frowns, moving her head forward and opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out to taste the right leg of Lady Willow. She tastes sweat and Buffy�s vanilla scent on the skin.

"THAT'S enough! Now I want you lying on the bed. On your stomach, with your hands and feet out, like you�re a starfish!" Eyes roam over to the blonde slayer that is breathing through her nose.

"Yes, Lady Willow," she says as she gets a whiff of wetness coming from the redhead and tries not to moan, knowing what she tastes like.

Walking over to the bed, she runs both hands down the legs of the raven-haired slayer. "You will count these and thank me, Pet."

GRITTING TEETH HARD. "Seven, thank you, Lady Willow. Eight, thank you, Lady Willow. NINE, Lady Willow. TEN, LADY WILLOW, THANK YOU!" Tears are rolling down her face into the bed at the burning that is going on in-between her legs.

"Mistress Buffy, you may remove your scarf now and join Pet on the bed. BUT no touching." Stepping forward, she runs two fingers through the moisture that is running down the slayer�s leg. She feels small shivers at the touch. Damn, Buffy is a lucky woman.

Mistress Buffy has removed the scarf and holds her moan in at seeing her lover�s back and ass with the red marks, that are already fading. Making her way to the bed, she slowly moves onto it and sits there awaiting further orders.

"Pet, get up and undress me." Lady Willow looks at the blonde when she gives the order and sees her give a slight whimper. *She loves to undress me so much.*

Faith�s hands gently caress her as they take away the clothes she is hardly wearing. Bending down she offers to take her shoes off and gets the go ahead. They come off as well, till Lady Willow is not wearing anything but the smile on her face. A small word leaves Faith�s lips. "Delightful."

Lady Willow walks slowly toward the slayers, enjoying the looks of lust on their faces. Crawling up between them and laying down on her back, she raises a hand to each of them.

"Mistress Buffy, Pet, you have free reign over my body now. Make me come and make it hard. Remember there is no place for jealously when you are making love to me."

The slayers begin leaving small kisses over her face. Faith licks her neck as Buffy sucks on and gently plays with her breasts. Faith�s hands are running up into the red hair and down her stomach, testing the curls. Then they were both were moving together...Faith�s head is at the bottom of the bed, close to Willow�s center, and she rolls the redhead over laying her on her side, and begins licking her ass. Buffy feels a pull on her head and raises up, meeting the lips that are being offered to her. The kiss is hard and stops as soon as it starts.

She moves down and, with her fingers, opens the lips of Lady Willow as Faith moves a finger in and out of her ass. Buffy begins licking her clit, fingers running up the middle and dipping inside. They feel her buck against them, as Faith�s tongue takes the place of her fingers. Buffy�s tongue runs in circles and her teeth nip at her Lady�s clit. Three fingers slide inside the warm cunt, pumping in and out, out and in, in, in , in. Closing her mouth around the clit and sucking hard she feels the muscles tighten around her fingers and Lady Willow cums.

The redhead�s hands go to both slayers, holding them in place as her body rocks through the climax that they give her. She feels the blonde pull the raven-haired slayer to her cunt to lick her essence up, causing her to cum twice more.

The slayers pull away from her and look at each other smiling. Faith risks a kiss of her lover and spends several minutes in a deep kiss, tasting cum in her mouth and finding that she doesn�t mind at all. The Fear of Jealously is gone. What she shares with Buffy is different than what she and Lady Willow shared.