“I wish I had an encyclopedic knowledge of all fetishes and sexual activities!” Velma said holding the lamp.
Her mind was flooded with every possible thing that could cause a person to ‘get off’. She went over what were her “Best options” in her head and then started making the right wishes.
“I wish Daphne and I are leather, latex, lingerie and exhibition fetishist bisexual dominas,” Velma said, “And Shaggy is our loyal pornstar rubber gimp slave toy who is trained and tuned to please us in every sexy way possible!”
Velma’s eye was blinded for a second, and when her eyes cleared, she was hot! Her trademark orange turtle neck sweater was now skin tight latex. It was made to fit and had a molded cup for her killer tits. Her skirt was shorter but made of leather with a belt made in it. Her Mary-janes were now orange brown knee boots with orange knee socks sticking out the tops of the boots. A smile crossed her face. Her bob haircut and coke bottle glasses were still there, but she was thinner in the face and had perfect light make up.
A Knock at the door brought her out of her reflection.
Velma looked out the peep hole in the room door and opened the door letting in Daphne and Shaggy. Daphne was still in her trademark purple minidress but Velma noted the latex on her legs going from her knee boots up under the hem of her skirt and the hint of brown latex between the collar of his tee-shirt and Shaggy’s neck. She knew he was wearing his rubber puppy suit, for some reason the Lamp in granting her wishes had made Shaggy their rubber fuck pet puppy. She wanted to fuck him with his own tail plug while he ate out Daphne’s pussy!
“Like,” Shaggy started, “Here are your bags Mistress Velma. Where shall your puppy put them Mistress?”
“Put mine on the bed here,” Daphne ordered, “Help me with this zipper Velma.”
“Put mine on the bed too,” Velma said as she made her way over to Daphne, “Is it my turn or your turn to peg him first?”
“He’ll get his after we get ours,” Daphne kissed Velma.
Velma unzipped Daphne’s dress and helped her out of it, revealing the translucent latex stockings were a scoop-necked sleeveless catsuit with a zipper going from the front of her chest down and up to the small of her back. Velma noticed the zipper at the top and the two right by Daphne’s hairless pussy.
“What do you say we tie it down and then give it a show?” Daphne asked with a lust filled grin.
The impulse of the Exhibition fetish stuck Velma, she wanted to put on a show, a sexy show for Daphne, with Daphne, for Shaggy, with Shaggy, with Daphne and Shaggy!
“Fuck yeah!” Velma said going to the leather bag looking for the bondage gear to restrain their boy toy!