Amy woke up the same way she had for the past month since she met Helga: a volatile combination of frustrated, stressed, and horny that made even sitting through her classes a nightmare.  Amy, or Amethyst as the vole called herself to everyone around her, never expected her first foray into S&M to be so active.  She had fantasies of it, who didn’t?  But no one really expected to live out fantasies or have them overtaken by someone they met.
Before her fantasies were ladened by stereotypical models, the kind of pornstars that littered the internet and gave everyone an unrealistic idea of what a dominant would look like and their attitude.  Miss Helga soon overtook those models in her mind, with her strong grip overtaking the vole’s desire so much that she would grab her face like her domme did as she masturbated.  Recalling every insult, every degrading title the pig put into her head as they played.  Amethyst had to muffle herself with her pillow to keep quiet.
Jewel, her badger roommate, was not amused by Amethyst’s noisy masturbation.  She was also not amused with her old friend calling herself Amethyst like she was some new age rockstar who found enlightenment as a publicity stunt.  
“I’m still in the fucking room, Amy.” The badger snarled, having grown tired of waking up to Vole’s self-pleasuring, “I don’t care how much you’re gonna do it, just don’t do it when I’m in the damn room.”
“It’s Amethyst,” the vole said, “We laid that out in ground rules.”
The burly badger threw a pillow in response, “We also laid out respecting each other’s privacy, which includes not masturbating first thing in the morning as I’m getting dressed, you damn nympho.” she yelled in as hush a tone as she could to avoid their neighbors to hear.  The last thing either of them needed was a talk from the RA.
Amethyst sighed as she rolled over, “Whatever.  Just go to your morning class already.” she said callously without facing her former friend.  
While Jewel didn’t say anything directly, Amethyst could hear the insults and frustrations under her breath.  Amy would have felt guilty over her actions, guilty over how she alienated Jewel all throughout highschool despite being friends since kindergarten.  Amy would have also felt rage towards the badger not being there for her when she broke down and needed someone to hold her when the stress of everything was too much.  
Amy would have found that having Jewel as her first-year roommate was just the universe playing a sick joke.  But Amethyst didn’t care.  Once the vole got out of bed and into the mirror, she made sure it was Amethyst staring back at her, not Amy.

***

It was Thursday night when she got a text from Helga.   After their first session, the pig had ordered Amethyst to follow any instructions she provided, within reason, no matter how she provided it.  Outside of her pig mama’s home, this largely involved exposing selfies in humiliating poses, sometimes with a marker to write something degrading like, ‘property of Helga’ across her chest, or spreading her genitals as wide as she could.  Each making her a little anxious and a little excited.
This forgoed the little.
 “I’m at your car.  Tell a friend to call you in four hours and to go to my address if they cannot reach you.  Do not keep me waiting, bitch.”
Hands shaking, the vole haphazardly texted Jewel the same information she gave the day she arrived at Helga’s home.  Grabbing her choker, and cheap leather jacket, the vole rushed out as fast as her thigh highs would let her.  Nervous breaths shook her as she walked through the autumn evening to residential parking.  She tried to suppress her anxiety, after all, she had been with the pig before, at least three times by now.  
But never was it out of the house.
Helga stood out like a leather pillar in the lot.  The stocky swine leaned lazily against the vole’s kia, wearing a full leather jacket, jeans, and tall leather boots that Amethyst had the pleasure of cleaning the last time they met.  The very sight of them made Amethyst’s mouth dry from the taste she remembered.
“Hello, Mama.” she said sheepishly as she reached her car.  Helga didn’t acknowledge her sub beyond looking at her with cold eyes, arms crossed and feet tapping.  Amethyst took out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it to the butch domme, bowing her head like a good little pet.
“Good girl,” Helga teased after she took the phone, checking through the latest message the vole sent to her roommate.  Satisfied, she pulled the vole in by her choker and violated the girl’s mouth with her own, slipping her bitch’s phone back into her jacket in the process.
Amethyst’s legs nearly gave out under the intensity of the kiss, needing her to be held up by the pig’s strong and calloused hands.  A swift slap came when they broke off, not enough to bring Amethyst to tears, but enough for the sting to wake her from delirium.
“How many times have I told you, you stupid bitch.  You don’t get to lick my boots until I see proof of a safety net.”
“I’m sorry, Mama,” Amethyst replied, seeing her pathetic reflection in Helga’s green eyes, “It’s jus-”
The pig slapped the girl again, “Don’t be sorry, be better.” she said, her harsh tone carrying an underlying feeling of care, “But don’t worry, my little cunt.  Mama is gonna teach you better,” she opened her palm, “Now hand me your keys.”
“My keys?”
The pig nodded, “We need your car for what we’re doing tonight.  So give them do me.”
“I left them in the room, Mama.” Amethyst squeaked out.  Helga sighed, shook her head, then gently placed her hand on the vole’s head.  Amethyst held back the reflex to squirm as her dominant toyed with her piercings, biting her lip as the pig tugged on the rings while mumbling to herself.
“I-I didn’t know you,” Amethyst tried to explain, but Helga shushed her with a finger.  The punk dressed vole opened her mouth to suck on it, but Helga drew it back.
“Take off your underwear.” the porcine woman ordered.
The vole’s eyes shifted to the left, then right, the parking lot was empty aside from cars in every spot.  There was a student dorm hall nearby, but if anyone was watching them they probably would have spoken up after Helga slapped her.
Swallowing her anxiety, the vole stepped back and pulled down her underwear, a pair of black panties with a red skull logo, from under her denim skirt.  The older woman’s stern expression reminded Amy of times she was caught for misbehaving as a child.  She wanted to look away, but years of Amy being the ‘good girl’ prevented it.
“Hmm,” Helga toyed with the black panties in her hand, making note of the moist sound whenever she balled her fist, “Was my little mufflicker so excited to see her better that she forgot her keys?  Or is she as stupid as her wannabe punk attire suggests?”
Helga grabbed the vole’s cheeks before she could answer, “Open.” She commanded before spitting into the black panties.  Forcefully, though not enough to choke, Helga shoved the moist and now saliva filled panties into the punk girl’s mouth.  The garments were shoved deep enough that nothing of them remained when Helga closed her sub’s mouth.  Her calloused hands pulled the girl directly into her green gaze.
“Now listen up, miss punk,” She snorted, “You’ve wasted enough of our night as is, so as punishment, you’re going to walk back to your fucking room, get your carkeys, and kneel in front of me as you present them as an apology.  You’re not to take your panties out until Mama says, but if someone asks ‘what’s in your mouth?’ or anything similar, you fucking show them, understand?”
Amethyst nodded.  Helga gave a swift slap across her ass as she pushed the vole away, causing the little punk to squeal through her filled mouth.  The older pig smiled as she watched her subby walk off, feeling a sense of pride as shifted through the backpack she left on her bike.
	Tonight was going to be fun.

***
	No one bothered the vole as she reached her dorm.  No one ever really bothered her normally, unless it was to ask if she still had a receipt to early 2000’s Hot Topic.  Grabbing her keys from the desk drawer, she turned with the intention to hurry, run even, back to Helga to get this night going.
	Then Jewel came in, carrying a pizza and an apologetic look that Amy used to see all the time when they were kids.
	“Oh, you’re still here.” she said, surprised, “I thought you were going out?”
	The vole nodded, trying to push past her roommate.  Jewel didn’t budge, “Hey, hey,” she said, grabbing Amethyst and gently but forcibly pushed her back, “Look, we need to talk.  While the whole touching yourself thing is unacceptable, I shouldn’t have shouted at you.  I know that, this,” she waved all over Amethyst’s state of dress, “Isn’t you, Amy.  It’s a cry for help, thankfully it’s more sane than your last one.”
	Amethyst almost forgot the panties shoved into her mouth.  This was a cry for help?  Why did everyone have to judge her just because she wanted to try something new?  And how was it any different from her roommate’s stupid wide eyed cartoon collection and costumes?  No one ever commented on Jewel’s profile about how she needed to ‘stop pretending’ or some shit like that.
	“So, I was thinking that maybe instead of your thing, we could have a girl’s night and watch some old shows?  Like we did in middle school?” the badger said as she walked past her roommate, placing her pizza down on a nearby desk, “What do you say?”
	The taste of her and Mama’s juices traveled down her throat as the vole took a deep breath.  She didn’t have time for this.  Somewhere, under all the bullshit Amethyst interpreted from the badger, she did believe that Jewel was trying to bridge the gap.  All it would take is one word typed to Mama and she could just stay in.  Just like the old days.
	This wasn’t the old days.
	Amethyst didn’t slam the door when she left.  She did pull out her phone and sent one more text to her roommate.
	“That sounds great, but I have plans.” 
	There were three dots jumping away, but the vole put her phone in her coat pocket before she could read any response.  Her phone didn’t vibrate for the rest of the night.

***

	“Crap, crap, crap,” Helga fiddled with the radio as they drove through the night, switching through several stations until she finally turned it off with a sigh.  “There just isn’t anything good on these days.” she muttered to herself.
Amethyst wasn’t paying attention, more focused on her lop-eared reflection in the passenger seat.  She didn’t have any idea where they were going, or why Helga needed her car, but those thoughts fell to the wayside as she pondered over Jewel’s attempt to reconcile.  Should she have stayed?  
“Something on your mind?” the porcine driver asked, she had long since dropped the dominant attitude when they started driving.  Amethyst both liked and hated that.  There was this danger of being around Helga when she had her by the neck that made the vole crave more.  But Mama Helga had told her that, as much as she’d like to, she wasn’t ready to sustain something like that 24/7, yet anyway.
“Just...just college things, Mama.” She answered, a half-truth if nothing else.
The pig woman nodded in understanding as she kept her eyes on the road, “I have been meaning to ask, what are you studying?”
The vole smirked As they hit a red light, “Bitchology 101.  Today’s lecture was all about licking cunt.”
Helga chortled before pulling Amethyst’s pierced ear, like a child caught in the act, “Don’t be smart with me, Hot Topic.  When Mama asks you a question, you give a straight answer.”
Amethyst bit her lip, “Y-yes, Mama,” 
“Good.  So, bitch, what are you studying?” 
“Just some gen eds.  Some low level math and science.  An art history course, and exercise science.”
“Art history?  What kind?” 
The punkish vole shrugged, “Greek I think.  It’s not that interesting.  Why the sudden interest, Mama?”
“Believe it or not, outside of the dungeon I’m actually interested to know who my personal cuntrag is as a person.” the pig said as she took a left turn, “If I can’t stand to be around them, why bother fucking them?”
“Hate sex?” Amethyst asked.
Helga snorted, “I may be rough, but there’s no hate with how I use my toys.  Next time I shove my fist down your tight ass, just remember it’s from someone who cares.”
“Next time?” 
“Oh right, I haven’t done that.” Helga turned and smiled to her punk bitch, “Yet.”
There was a fire in the pig’s green eyes that sent chills down Amethyst’s spine, enough to cause the brown-furred varment to bite her lip in anticipation.  Her panties weren’t going to dry anytime soon.
“So,” Amethyst asked to keep their conversation going, “What do you do for a living, Mama?”
“Drywall mostly.  It pays the bills.” She answered as they pulled into parking, “We’re here.”
A movie theater stood tall from the sea of cars that the vole found herself in.  Her heart sank as they got out, noticing all the other moviegoers entering and leaving like they would every night.  If she wanted to see a movie, she could have just reconciled with Jewel.  It would have been free in both money and pizza.
“Catch.”
Amethyst turned to seize a small black cloth bag from the air.  “Put that in your coat pocket.  Once we’re inside, go to the bathroom and open it.  I’m sure you’ll figure out the rest.”
Helga lifted the vole’s gaze face to face with her before she could respond, “Now, as much as I’d love to wrap a proper collar and leash around your neck to show everyone just how much of a little cunt you are, it’s not exactly appropriate for everyone.  So I’m going to lay some ground rules.”
She raised her finger, “One, walk three feet behind me unless I pull you closer.  Two, no eye contact with me unless I tell you to.  And three, do not speak unless spoken to.  Understand?”
“Yes, Mama,” Amethyst nodded, averting her gaze as she did so.  Helga pulled her in close, between her breasts.
“That’s a good little cuntsniffer.  Tonight Mama Helga is gonna show her wannabe punk what it’s like being her bitch outside of the dungeon.  Do you remember your safeword?”  The porcine woman played with the vole’s piercings as she nodded, “Good girl.”
Getting in was uneventful, no line to wait in.  Helga’s choice of film set off an alarm for Amethyst, choosing a colorful kids film with a showing that was way too late.  She suppressed the urge to groan as she grabbed her ticket, hoping that she and Helga wouldn’t become the butt of any jokes of the theater staff.  She could see it now, “So a dyke and a punk order a ticket for Fluffes Three, the Flulfering.”
As soon as they walked through the doors, Amethyst booked for the restroom.  Finding the tile ladened room empty aside from two occupants, the vole opened up the handicap stall on the far end.  One inside, she opened the bag her dominant gave her.  Her face lit up at the sight of a bullet vibe, a black buttplug with a fake purple gem at the anchor, and a small lube bottle.  
As the vole lubed up the plug and her asshole, she found herself reminiscing on her last experience with a bullet vibrator.  It was late in her senior year of highschool, and she had been asked to give a valedictorian speech to her graduating class.  She could still remember their faces when she mumbled words, their laughter at her gasps, and the jeers that came when her eyes watered as the timed bullet went off.  Everyone just assumed she choked, that she was under too much pressure.
They were half right, but she had her little ‘overachiever’ breakdown long before she walked up there.
“You’re taking that remarkably well,” Helga commented as the vole walked out of the bathroom.  Amethyst smirked as she swayed her plugged ass with each step, thankful that her panties hid enough from glancing eyes.  
“It’s not my first time, Mama,” Amethyst said, already breaking rule three.  Judging by Helga’s smile, she didn’t have to worry too much.  
Her dominant gently looped her finger under the vole’s choker and pulled her in, whispering under her warm breath, “Is that so?  Maybe this little slut could tell her Mama sometime.  Until then,” she slipped a twenty into Amethyst’s hand, “get Mama a nice medium popcorn, extra butter and a cola.  Oh, and a bottle of water for yourself.”
She didn’t get much time to think on how full her tailhole felt as the line passed by.  A black rabbit waited for her at the registrar, sporting a smile that she felt was half genuine and half forced.
“What can I get you?” he asked.
“I’ll have a mediUM,” a buzzing from her snatch cut her off.  It might have been because she hadn’t used a bullet in a while, or this bullet was stronger than the cheap timer one she bought online in highschool.  Whatever the case, the vole had to catch herself on the counter.
“Ma’am, are you ok?” the bunny’s tone had some genuine worry.  
The buzzing stopped.  Amethyst shakingly snuck a glance at Helga, who was facing some “Coming Soon” posters plastered across the wall.  Taking a deep breath, the vole stood straight and said, “Yes.  Can I have a medium popcorn,” the buzzing clicked again, “ex-extra butter, a c-c-cola, and a...a…a bottled water?” she asked, labored breaths between each order.  The bunny, looking concerned but thankfully silent, jotted down her order.
“So that’s a medium popcorn with extra butter, a cola, and a bottled water?  Anything else?”
“N-No!” she squealed, the buzzing sending pleasurable shocks throughout her body.
“Ok...that’ll be eighteen fifty plus tax.” 

***

“Where is everyone?” Amethyst asked aloud as they arrived into the theater, surprised to see only empty seats across the aisle.  Helga sighed, taking note of the second time her bitch broke rule number three.  If she didn’t have her hands full, she’d give her a firm slap to remind her, but instead, she shrugged.  Might as well start now.
“It’s ten PM on a school night for a kids film that bombed.  No one is coming here to see this.” The pig put her drink in a nearby cupholder, then grabbed her vole by her cheap choker, “And what did I say about speaking?”
“D-don’t speak unless spoken to.  Sorry, Mama.” 
Helga pulled her in closer, “I don’t think you are.  Twice now you’ve broken my rule.  I let it go the first time, but that was clearly a mistake.” she grabbed the water bottle from the girl’s hands, “So as punishment, you are going to wait here and hold this in your mouth while I find us a seat.  Then you’re going to crawl to me, without dropping it.  Understand, cunt?”
The vole nodded as she bit down on the plastic bottle.  The butch pig paid no more attention to her as she walked up the steps, letting her wide hips sway for her horny toy.  After finding a seat in the middle of the back row, she waved over and watched with pride as the little skinny bitch crawled up the stairs.  Pulling out her smartphone, Helga set the bullet vibrator to low as her bitch climbed higher and higher.
She patted the vole on the head when she arrived, labored breaths and all, “Good girl.” she said, taking the bottle from her mouth and finally taking her seat.  She slapped Amethyst hard enough when the girl tried to take a chair.
“Did I say you could take a seat?”
“No, I’m sorry, Mama.”
Helga rolled her eyes as she brushed the vole’s shaven half of her head, “S’alright.  So long as you learn from your mistakes.  Now give me your shirt and bra.”
She could see the protest in the vole’s eyes, but her own expression was enough to say she wasn’t going to repeat herself.  Letting her pert breasts breath against the chilling theater air, Amethyst presented her shirt and bra to her dominant like she had with her keys earlier.
“Good,” Helga tossed the clothes into the seat next to her, “Now crawl a lap around the theater.  Head to the floor,” the pig grabbed Amethyst’s maw before she could respond, “And no sass, or it’ll be four laps.”
She checked her messages while her wannabe punk pet crawled on her command.  The latest was from her friend, Tom, a raccoon she had a fling with way back before either of them realized they didn’t swing that way.  He ran a BDSM shop, which is where she had gotten most of her gear as of late thanks to his friends’ only discount.  The message read that he’d be happy to measure Helga’s little punk when he returned from his own conquest, followed by a picture of a chocolate bunny dressed in women’s lingerie with a pink cage around his cock.  He wasn’t pulling it off super well, but Helga had seen Tom work with worse.  Even though she didn’t swing that way, she looked forward to future pictures later.  Both she and Tom had a knack for degrading sluts.
 Helga said nothing when Amethyst returned.  Instead, she patted her sub on her head and let the movie play as she checked her phone.  She smiled as she looked over pictures she had taken during their previous sessions, all with the vole’s consent.  For all the backtalk the little bitch gave, she had potential.  She only used her safeword once, and that was just because of a cramp.
They sat in silence as the film played.  Occasionally, Helga would share some popcorn with her sub, but there was no play.  
“You’ve been a good girl,” Helga said, softly ruffling her sub’s hair, “I think you deserve a reward.”
The vole’s ears perked up, but she said nothing.  Helga was pleased, she was learning.
“Remove your panties and take the bullet out,” she ordered, her palm open for the wet toy buried in her girl’s snatch.  
“Now,” Helga said as she put the toy away, “I’m going to let you cum today, but,” she raised a finger in front of the vole’s excited eyes, “You’re not allowed to use your hands.  But, you can talk.  You have until the end of the film to cum.”
The vole’s desperation and confusion amused her as she turned back to the screen.  Judging by the plot she was ignoring, they maybe had around twenty or so minutes.
“M-mama?” 
Helga didn’t look at her, “Yes, cunt?” 
“C-can you help me?” Amethyst muttered.
“Hmm…” Helga pondered audibly, “Well, I don’t really want to taste your cunt juices on my popcorn.  But if you really need my help,” she extended her leg against the back of the seat in front of her, “You could always just grind.”
The light from the children’s film was enough for Helga to see her vole’s torment.  Legs shaking, her little punk cautiously set herself across the pig woman’s leg.  Helga smiled but focused more on the film as she felt the girl grind her needy snatch against her jeans.  Amethyst was blocking most of the view, but Helga wasn’t going to ask her to move.  She had the best seat in the house.
“Did you think you were a tough girl when you got those piercings?” Helga’s tone carried sadistic weight as she toyed with her vole’s ears, “That you were some kind of rebel against society?” 
The porcine woman twisted one of Amethyst’s nipples, inciting a painful moan from the girl.  She landed a few light slaps across her breasts, followed by rough handling with her calloused hands.  Years of experience taught her just where to hit.  Amethyst’s tongue hung loose as she took heavy breaths.
“But you’re not a tough girl, are you?” Helga grabbed the vole’s tongue ring, “Since a tough bitch wouldn’t walk around on all fours in a public place, just because she was told.  Would she?”
	The vole’s grinding hastened with every word, “No.  Nor would she be grinding her slutty snatch against on older woman’s leg, all just to cum.  Tough girls cum when they want.  So, what are you?”  Helga asked, keeping a firm but careful grip on the tongue ring.
	With her tongue held out and her labored breaths, Amethyst struggled to pronounce the word.  She slowed herself down to gain some control, forcing out the word, “bitch.” to Helga.
	“That’s right,” Helga smiled, her eyes looking like flames in the reflection of the movie lights, “And whose bitch are you?”
	Her floodgates broke before she could say it.  Helga reacted before Amethyst could even whimper, let alone scream as she orgasmed.  The porcine woman forced the vole girl’s mouth shut and pulled her into her chest.  Her little punk’s screams were muffled as Helga felt the girl’s warm juices stan her pant leg.  Softly, she brushed her submissive’s half-shaven head, whispering caring words in a calming tone.
	“That’s a good girl,” she said, repeating the phrase even after the orgasm ended.  With her considerable strength, she hoisted the rest of Amethyst across her lap.  The girl’s warm breaths reached her chin as she curled up in the porcine’s powerful arms.  
	“Good girl.”

***

	Amethyst’s eyes darted through the restaurant.  Given the nature of being open 24/7, it there were few other customers around when they got to their seats.  She put her phone away after texting Jewel that she was fine.  Jewel still hadn’t sent her a response to her first message.  She did read her latest one.  The pang of guilt was not unfamiliar.
“Is...is it always going to be that intense?” she asked Helga.  The pig woman waved her hand slightly without looking away from the menu.
“Eh, not really.  Tonight just had a lot of things line up that I didn’t want to pass by.”
“Like?” the vole asked, not even looking at her menu.
“Well, I had to check reviews on films that had been out for a while first of all.  It doesn’t always pan out, but sometimes I find a lot of bad reviews.  Then I gotta check the times, finding one that is likely to not have a lot of people.  Finally, I tend to check for seating about thirty or so minutes before we get there.  Truth be told, I expected at least one person to show.”
Amethyst blushed at the thought of someone else being there, “What...what would have happened if someone was there?”
“I wouldn’t have had you crawl around the entire theater.” Helga said, plain and simple.
“T-that’s it?  Nothing else would have changed?”
The porcine woman sighed and put down her menu, “No, that’s not it.  Depending on what was around, I would have changed it so you wouldn’t get caught.  At worse, this could have just been you watching an entire movie with a vibe going off.  As much as I like public displays, there are laws against them.”
Amethyst smiled, “And Mama doesn’t want someone else claiming me as their bitch in jail.”
Helga did not smile, “I don’t want you having a record because of some mistake made from arousal.  Public play is fun, but it’s dangerous.  So, it won’t always be that intense in the future.”
“But there is a future, right?” Amethyst asked, “I haven’t proven myself too hard to handle?”
Helga chuckled, “God, you’re adorable,” she said, brushing away Amethyst’s lopped ear to get a clear view of her blue eyes, “Yes, there is a future.  You’re a wonderful little cuntrag, miss punk.  Question is, do you want to continue?”
Amethyst didn’t even hesitate, “Of course, Mama.”
Helga smiled, “That’s good,” then she turned to the waitress, who Amethyst noticed was wide-eyed from accidentally listening in on their conversation.
“Do you have a kids menu?” Helga asked.