“Good morning, my little bitch.” Helga’s warm breath cascaded over Amethyst’s neck as the vole steadily woke up.  It took a while to get used to sharing a bed.  Helga had offered the couch when she let Amethyst stay, but the vole wanted to take things to the next level.  The first night she kept trying tease and fondle her mistress, hoping to get something out of sharing a bed.  Helga did not share her arousal, at least not then.  
“Sleep well?” Helga asked as she toyed with the vole’s ear piercings, “Have any dreams?”
Amethyst shook her head.  Sleeping with what was basically metal underwear was something she still needed to get used to.  It didn’t help that Helga kept denying her every night before sleeping.  
“Why’s that?” Helga asked playfully as she reached for Amethyst’s belt, “Is it because of your little punishment?”
Amethyst pushed herself into the pillow, “No shit.” 
“Woah,” Helga pulled back, “Someone is cranky.  Mama’s not a fan of lip.”
The vole smirked, “This the part where you wash my mouth out with soap?”
“Hmm…” the pig woman peered over in the direction of the bathroom, “I could...or I could just add another day to your punishment,” she said with a cruel smile.
“No, no, I’m good.  Sorry, Mama.”
The swine ruffled through the vole’s haphazard hairstyle.  Since moving in, Amethyst hadn’t had much of a chance or really the desire to maintain the shaven half, letting it grow out bit by bit each day.  “That’s ok,” Helga said, “but…” she peered over to the clock, “I think we have some time before I get going.  Boss said I could be a little late today.”
“Why?”
Helga shrugged, “Didn’t ask, didn’t care.  All I know is that I got an extra hour before I need to get going.  So,” the pig woman leaned over the vole, letting her wider form topple the beanpole, “You up for a little morning play?”
Amethyst smiled as she reached for the hood on the nightstand, only for Helga to grab her hand, “Nah ah.  I want my wannabe punk between my legs, not my gimp.”  Tossing covers to the side and stripping away her underwear, Helga pinned her waste over Amethyst’s head.  Keeping a steady hand on the bed frame, she lowered herself down to her punk vole’s wavering maw, until her whimpers were muted by the pig’s own moans as she ground against Amethyst’s face.
	“That’s it, cunt.  Breath it in.”
	Her mistress’s taunts egged the vole forward as her tongue lapped through the swine’s unkempt muff through the hour.  Her own quivered with each gasp and moan her mistress made.  It had been a week since Helga locked the belt around the voles’ privates; punishment for touching herself without permission, sorting through her dominants’ personal belongings, and being unable to take the full twenty spankings on each cheek.  
	Helga’s grip fell on the vole as she pushed her deeper in.  “Get in there, bitch.  Show Mama that all that training…” she paused between labored breaths, “training paid off.”
	Amethyst tried to grind against her belt, hoping for some stimulation as she pleasured her mistress.  A hand, a finger, or even a soft breath was all she craved against her aching privates.  Each day was a struggle, her focus dropped in classes, and her training for her phsyed tests become labored with her need.  
	“Right...right there.” The pig’s grinding slowed, “Almost...just a little more.”
	There were no loud screams when Helga came.  For as loud and rowdy as the woman was, her moments of ecstasy were reserved. Instead, there was a long drawn out sigh as her juices enveloped the vole’s mouth and face.  The all too familiar taste of her mistress filled Amethyst with a sense of pride, knowing she could get her off so fast.
	It didn’t overcome her sense of need. 
	“That’s a good look for you,” Helga taunted from above as the older woman stood straight on the bed, “Really brings out the ‘pathetic slut’ in your eyes.”
	Amethyst didn’t respond in the midst of her heavy breaths.  The stench of Helga’s muff riddled her noise as she met the fiery green gaze.  It grew stronger as the pig came back down, lying on top of the vole with a hand under her chin and a knee against the belt.
	“Remind me, how long has it been since I locked you up?” 
	“A-a week, Mama.”
	“Has it now?” Helga smiled as she pushed her knee against the belt, eliciting another moan from her sub, “And how has that been?”
	Each vowel was a struggle between the build up of pleasure and the weight of her mistress, “Frustrating.”
	“Oh?  So you find it, frustrating, when you have no control?  Is it annoying to know that you’re locked up by someone else?”
	She nodded along with Helga’s grip.
	The older swine smiled, “Do you know what it’s like for me?” Helga asked, “Because I love it.  Whenever I see the key around my neck, I just imagine this,” she gave a few light slaps against the vole’s cheek, “pathetic little face and it makes me smile.  This key is my literal power over your dirty little urges and it just twists you up.”
	She leaned in and whispered, “I love it so much, that I’ve been thinking about melting this and the backup key down into a tag once I finally wrap a collar around your neck.  I think I’ll have the exact date printed on it as a reminder of how long it’s been locked. Tell me, would you like that?  Would you like being Mama’s locked up little whore forever?”
	Tears formed as her throat dried.  Amethyst wanted to cum.  But that image of a tag being made from the very keys of her salvation made her soak inside her belt.   Helga kissed her cheek while brushing through the vole’s hair, “It’s ok.  We’d need to clean it anyway.”
	“I wanna cum,” Amethyst whispered, tears straining as she wrapped her arms around the swine, “Please Mama, let me cum.”
	Helga returned the embrace, “One more day, my lovely cunt.  One more day until the punishment is over.  Can you give Mama that?”
	Amethyst nodded.  She didn’t want another day of being locked away, but she knew Helga believed she could do it.  Just one more day, and she could cum.  One more day until she could feel Mama’s touch down below.  She could push through.
	“Now,” Helga said as she got up and sorted through the cabinet drawers, “Clean yourself up and spread your ass when you’re done.  We’re about one more plug size until you’re able to meet Betty.”
	The vole shuddered with a mix of glee and dread as she saw Helga pull a large purple buttplug from the drawer.  The porcine mistress had been taking the vole’s anal training with extra delight ever since she locked her pussy away.  Rolling off the bed, a thought occurred that led to Amethyst turning to Helga and asking, “Who’s Betty?”
	The swine smirked as she spun the two-inch wide plug between her fingers, “Someone very special if you’re ready for her.  Now hurry up, I gotta get ready for work.”