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Soccer Mom Slave
Weekend in Vegas
By: Kahiltna
Saturday Evening
By 7:30 they had finished their room service dinner. Brenda was sitting at the table naked. She had taken a bath, put on her makeup and fixed her hair. She waited for Master to tell her to get dressed.
“We’re doing something special tonight slave. You’re going to wear the white dress. We have to be downstairs at 8:00 so you had better get ready.”
“Yes sir.”
Brenda got up and walking to the closet. She took out the white dress and went into the bathroom. She put on the Pearl Panties and then the dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror she felt apprehensive. At the pool today she was more exposed than in this dress but for some reason this seemed more daring. Other women at the pool wore revealing swimsuits, not as revealing as hers but somehow being exposed there didn’t seem as bad as going out into the casino in this dress. She turned and looked in the mirror. Her back and sides were completely exposed. Lifting her arms she was glad to see that the sides of her tits were covered. The bottom of the dress covered her about an inch above and below her ass. She faced the mirror and tried to adjust the front of the dress to cover more of her tits. She pinched the material closer together but every time she released the material it returned to its natural drape threatening to reveal her nipples. The round globes of her tits were on display in the wide opening of the V front.
The open bottom of the V went a couple of inches below her navel. She pulled up the front of the dress to cover her navel but that exposed her cunt. She pulled the dress back down. It made her heart race just thinking about going out in public dressed this way.
While she was standing there she realized she could feel the pearls on either side of her clit. Still barefoot, she walked back and forth in the bathroom feeling the little pearls massaging her. She lifted up the front of the dress and adjusted the panties, then adjusted them again. The movement was making her clit harder. She started to adjust the panties again but had to stop herself. Finally she walked out of the bathroom.
Master was looking at her and smiling. “Beautiful” was all he said.
“Master, I’m wearing the panties that Madaam Claudette recommended. She said they would be perfect with this dress. May I show them to you?”
“Yes slave, show them to me”
Brenda pulled her dress up around her waist exposing the white lace panties and the two strings of pearls disappearing into her slit. “They’re called Pearl Panties sir. May I please wear them tonight?”
Master looked at the panties for a moment and then walked behind Brenda. She felt his hand touch the lacy material above her ass. He walked in front of Brenda and ran his fingers down the pearls touching her cunt lips. Slipping his fingers between the pearls and the skin above Brenda’s cunt he gave a little tug. Brenda breathed in deeply and then sighed.
“How does it feel to wear these panties slave?”
“It feels really good Master”
“Yes, you can wear the panties slave.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Come over here slave” He gestured toward the couch. “I have the shoes you will be wearing tonight”
Brenda walked toward the couch and saw a pair of white stilettos on the floor in front of the couch. The first thing she noticed was the extremely high heels, at least 5 inches. They had ankle straps that were about an inch wide. Brenda sat down and put on the shoes, she looked for buckles on the ankle straps but there were none. There were small metal rings on each strap and holes in the leather for the rings to pass through but no way to attach them. Brenda looked up at her master confused.
“Turn around and kneel on the couch slave”
Brenda did as she was told, kneeling on the couch with her feet hanging over the edge, her dress still pulled up to her waist. She felt her master fastening the straps around her ankles but didn’t look to see how he did it. He ran his fingers over her bare ass and touched the pearls disappearing into her slit from the rear.
“Stand up slave”
Brenda stood up and looked down at her shoes. On the outside of each ankle there were small padlocks that went through the metal rings and held the straps closed. Brenda looked up at her Master to see him holding up a small key. He had a wry smile on his face.
“They’re slave shoes. Your first pair I believe.”
Brenda swallowed hard and looked back at the shoes locked to her ankles.
“Walk to the door and back slave”
Brenda walked cautiously to the door. The heels were so high she felt like she was on her tip toes. The shoes forced her to walk with short jerky steps swinging her hips in an exaggerated movement that made her ass wiggle seductively. Every jerky step made her tits bounce enticingly under the loose dress. As Brenda walked back to her Master.
“Very nice slave, but one thing is missing.
He directed her to stand in front of the mirror and pull down the hem of her dress. Looking into the mirror she saw him hold up a jewelry box. He opened the box showed her the silver necklace inside. He took the necklace out of the box and reaching over her head he held the necklace in front of her. It was very long, he was holding two ends with the fingers of both hands, there were two other ends that hung down to her waist. He fastened the necklace around her neck. It fit snugly like a choker. He reached down and picked up the other two ends and held them up. Each had a little noose and a short bobble. Brenda was confused, she had never seen a necklace like it.
“Open the front of your dress slave”
Brenda pulled back the material exposing her tits. Then she realized the little nooses were going on her nipples. He ran his fingers over her nipples enjoying how hard and erect they were. Master put a noose on each nipple one after the other. A small ring slid up each noose making them snug. The feeling of the nooses attached to her nipples wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt sensuous. Each nipple had a little chain that hung down about 2 inches with a small silver ball attached to the end. After he attached the necklace he stroked the underside Brenda’s tits lightly flicking the little balls on the end of the chains causing them to swing back and forth.
Master put his hands on her bare shoulders while Brenda stared at the necklace. From the choker at her neck the chains went straight down and then made gentle curves up to her hard nipples. The noose’s held the chains in place on her erect nipples, the little balls hanging down responded to every move Brenda made swinging side to side.
“You can close your dress now slave.”
Brenda covered her tits. The necklace hanging down from her choker was in plain view. The gentle curve of the chains disappearing under her dress obviously going to her nipples looked erotic.
“Time to go slave, we don’t want to be late”
By the time Brenda had walked down the hall to the elevator she had adjusted walking in the high heels. There were full length mirrors outside the elevators and Brenda couldn’t help looking at herself while they waited. The dress, the choker and chains obviously going to her nipples, the locks on her incredibly high heeled shoes, it was obvious the woman in the mirror was a slave. Brenda was breathing hard on the ride downstairs. She had never been publicly displayed like this before. She wasn’t sure how it would feel, how she would react. The elevator doors opened to the noisy casino. Master put his hand on Brenda’s ass and guided her foreword.
They walked into the Saturday night crowd. Brenda walked in her jerky steps trying to keep up with her Master, her ass wiggling under the tight skirt, her tits bouncing under loose top of the dress. The slinky material rubbed against her nipples making them even harder. She could feel the little balls hanging from her nipples bouncing off the bottom of her tits. The small locks on the ankles of her shoes were swinging to and fro with each step. Everywhere they went heads were turning. Even in a town known for excess and exhibition, people don’t see a slave on display every day. Brenda kept her eyes straight ahead but couldn’t help noticing the attention she was getting. It excited her being watched. It excited her knowing her Master had planned this all along. “Don’t you understand that your master wants to show off his beautiful slave?” Yes Madaam Claudette, I understand, Brenda thought.
The Pearl Panties were rubbing on Brenda’s clit. This was something else Madaam was right about, she thought, it does feel divine. Between the excitement of being exhibited and the pearls stimulating her clit, Brenda thought she might cum. Brenda hardly noticed where they were going until she realized they outside the front entrance of the casino.
Master stopped and looked around, then started walking toward a parked black Mercedes-Benz sedan. As they approached the car, Brenda saw an Asian man standing next to the car holding a sign with the name ‘Master’ printed on it. “I’m Master” he said to the driver. “Yes sir” was all the driver said and opened the rear door. Master guided Brenda in the car, she sat down and slid across the seat to make room for her Master getting in behind her. Her skirt rode up her thighs. Brenda felt soft leather seat against her bare ass thighs. Still aroused from her walk through the casino she wiggled in seat trying to get the pearls to continue moving on her clit.
“Sit still slave”
The driver got into the front seat. He started the car and while driving away from the casino pulled out cell phone. He opened the phone, pressed one button and then held it up to his ear. A moment later he said “I have picked up your guests, we are on our way”, and then closed the phone.
Brenda badly wanted to ask where they were going. It only took her a second to realize that the name on the sign meant that whatever their destination, the person the driver called was expecting a Master and his slave. As they drove away from the strip and approached the freeway Brenda became more apprehensive. She assumed her Master was going to show her off in the casino tonight. Now they were going somewhere away from the crowds. She was going to be someone’s guest tonight. A shiver went down Brenda’s spine. The driver did not look in his mirror once, didn’t seem the least bit interested in the woman in the back seat with her dress hiked up.
Master looked straight ahead. He put his hand on Brenda’s bare thigh and ran his fingers up to the top of her leg. He lightly brushed his fingers over her cunt lips and felt her wetness. Brenda spread her legs in response to his touch. He turned and looked at the pearls and her cunt, then looked at her face. He smiled but said nothing and looked straight. He kept his fingers on Brenda’s cunt, gently touching the two strands of pearls where the disappeared into her slit. His fingers slowly bumped over the pearls up for an inch, then back down stopping when his fingers separated her cunt lips slightly. As he repeated the movement with his fingers, Brenda laid her head back and closed her eyes. The vibrations from his fingers bumping over the pearls traveled down the strands to her clit. It wasn’t enough stimulation to make her cum but suddenly she didn’t care where they were going as long as Master was with her.
After pulling off the freeway they drove on surface streets until entering a subdivision of large houses. The driver pulled into the driveway of a very large home. Everything about the home displayed the wealth of the owner. The extensive landscaping was highlighted by subdued lighting. The home itself was a two story with a modern design and a grand front entry. Brenda decided it wasn’t a mansion but it was close. The driver stopped with the right side of the car facing the front entry. He got out and walked quickly to open the right rear door. Master got out first, Brenda followed taking his outstretched hand. The driver did not look at Brenda’s legs and exposed cunt, he looked straight ahead, saying nothing he gestured toward the front door. When Master thanked him he said nothing, just dipped his head slightly in a way that could have been interpreted as a slight bow or a nod. Master held Brenda’s hand and guided her to the front door. Brenda’s heart was racing, it was as if she had tunnel vision looking at the front door. It felt like she was moving in slow motion, watching herself in a movie. Master rang the door bell then turned to Brenda.
“Pull your skirt down slave, you’ll want to make a good first impression.”
Brenda pulled down and straightened her dress running her hands across her ass to make sure it was covered. The front door opened. A tall blond woman with striking good looks stood in the doorway. She looked to be in her early 40’s. Her shapely figure was accented by a red under-bust corset. She was wearing a lacy black long sleeve blouse that was tucked under the corset. The front of the blouse was cut very low and somewhat sheer. So sheer that Brenda could see her half cup bra and nipples through the lacy material. The half cup bra accented her huge tits. Over the bottom of the corset she was wearing a long black leather skit that was slit up the front to the tops of her legs. Brenda could see the welts of her black stockings at the top of slit. In her high heels she was almost as tall as Master. Brenda was still in a daze looking at the beautiful woman. She was so commanding that Brenda couldn’t focus.
“Master William, so glad to meet you.”
Mistress Juliana, it’s my pleasure” Master replied shaking her hand.
MISTRESS JULIANA! An electric shock went through Brenda. She immediately recognized the Domme in the photo with slavesuzi. Brenda felt like she was frozen in place. This can’t be happening, is this a dream?
“And your pretty little slave if heard so much about, what a darling dress. It suits you perfectly.”
Brenda stood motionless unable to reply.
Mistress J turned to Master and said, “Does she speak?”
Master touched Brenda’s bare back lightly.
“Say hello to Mistress Juliana slave”
Brenda’s mouth moved for a second before any words came out. Finally she stammered,
“How…How..do …you do Mistress”.
Mistress J looked back at Master tilting her head slightly and raised her eyebrows,
“Yes…well won’t you come in”.
She stepped out of the doorway, Master pressed on Brenda’s back to get her moving forward. After she entered Brenda could see the impressive home. The entry led into a great room that was impeccably decorated. She could see all the way through to great room to the glass wall on the back of the house. Beyond the glass was a large private patio and pool. The light coming from under the water in the pool shimmered on the palm trees in the yard. The home was immaculate.
Mistress J closed the front door and stepped to a coat closet in the entry way. She opened the door and took out coat hanger.
“My slaves are not allowed street clothes in my home. Of course this is your slave but as my guest I hope you will respect my house rules”.
“Of course” Master said. Turning to Brenda, “Take off your dress slave, hang it in the closet”
“Yes Sir”
Brenda slipped out of her dress. She took the hanger from Mistress J, put her dress on it, and hung it in the closet. When Brenda turned around she faced Master and Mistress J with her eyes cast down.
Mistress J said, “It is customary for a visiting slave to kiss the Mistress of the house on arrival”
“Kiss Mistress Juliana slave”
Brenda stepped forward raising her head toward Mistress J’s face. She felt a firm hand on her shoulder stopping her.
“That’s not where a slave should kiss a Mistress.”
Brenda felt the hand on her shoulder pressing her down. She knelt down and Mistress J took her hand off Brenda’s shoulder. Stepping forward, she used the fingers of both hands to lift the top of the slit in her dress. Brenda couldn’t believe her face was only inches from another woman’s genitals.
She leaned forward and tilted her head back so she could get her lips between her legs and up on the shaved skin. Brenda caught the scent of an expensive perfume. She closed her eyes and put her lips between another woman’s legs for the first time. First kissing her smooth inner thighs she worked her way to the top of her slit and then down. Brenda could feel something very hard under her vulva where she expected to find Mistress J’s clit. It did not feel natural, at least not natural in Brenda’s limited experience.
Mistress J stepped back and looked at Master. “Would you like to come in and sit down?”
Master took Brenda’s hand helping her up off the floor and guiding her as he followed Mistress J. She gestured to a spot on an overstuffed couch where Master sat. Picking up a glass of wine from the end table, Mistress J sat next him. Brenda remained standing.
“I was just having a glass of wine. Would you join me?”
“Yes, thank you”
“The bottle is on the bar, perhaps your slave will bring it to you” she said as she gestured to Brenda’s right.
“Bring me a glass of wine slave.”
Brenda turned and saw the bar. Mistress J watched Brenda’s ass wiggle as she walked to the bar. She found the glasses under the bar, took the wine bottle from the chiller and poured a glass. Brenda walked back slowly so that she wouldn’t make a spill. Mistress J watched Brenda’s tits bounce the silver balls attached to her nipples. Brenda handed the glass to her Master and he pointed to a spot on the rug directly in front of him.
Brenda knelt down three feet in front of her Master and Mistress J. She spread her knees shoulder width apart and put her hands behind her back grasping her wrists.
Brenda knelt there while Master and Mistress J talked, completely ignoring her. Master complimented her on her home, commented on a painting on the wall. Mistress J spoke about the artist who painted it. The conversation even got around to the Oriental rug Brenda was kneeling on. Mistress J told a long story about finding and buying the rug. Even when they were looking at the rug they both looked past Brenda as if she wasn’t there.
Brenda had never experienced this as a sub. By their actions Master and Mistress J were demonstrating their dominance over her. Brenda was on display as a sexual object, necklace attached to her tits, pearls running through her shaved cunt lips, and yet she was ignored. She hated this. She wanted so much for her Master and Mistress J to pay attention to her, even thought she knew what that might mean. She wished she were back in the casino with everyone gawking at her.
“Do you mind if I have a conversion with your slave Master William?”
That caught Brenda’s attention immediately.
“Not at all, please do”
Mistress J looked at Brenda, “Has your Master told you why he brought you here?”
“No Mistress”
“Your Master has offered you to me for my entertainment this evening. I don’t currently have a slave of my own but I use others from time to time. I haven’t decided if I’m going to accept your Master’s offer yet. I will base my decision on this interview. If I decide to accept your Master’s offer are you willing to submit to me fully?”
“I will do anything my Master tells me to do Mistress”
“I’ve seen the photo you took of yourself masturbating. Your Master said a photo of me fucking a slave with a strap-on prompted you to fantasize of me while you masturbated. Is that true?
Brenda swallowed hard, “Yes Mistress”
“And yet he tells me you have never had sex with another woman. Is that also true?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Never?”
“Never Mistress”
“You’ve never eaten out another woman’s pussy?”
“No Mistress”
“And no woman has ever eaten out your pussy?”
“I….I don’t have a pussy Mistress”
“Then what do you call the wet spot between your legs?”
“That’s my cunt Mistress”
Mistress J glanced at Master and smiled. Looking back at Brenda she said,
“Has a woman ever eaten out your cunt?”
“No Mistress”
“Did you fantasize about eating me out slave?
“Yes Mistress”
“If you are aroused at the idea of having sex with another woman, then why have you never done it?”
“I…always thought it was wrong Mistress”
“Are you a closet lesbian?”
“Oh No Mistress!”
“You don’t like to think of yourself as a lesbian?
“No Mistress”
“I spoke to your Master on the phone earlier today. He tells me that last night you practically undressed a cocktail waitress with your eyes.”
Brenda felt herself blush all over.
“What were you thinking about when you were so enamored with the cocktail waitress?”
“I…she had such smooth skin, so beautiful. I wondered what it would be like to touch her.”
“Where did you want to touch her?”
“I…I wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to feel her body against mine.”
Brenda was shaking with humiliation. She had never told anyone, ever her Master, how attracted she was to women.
“You fantasize about women, about eating pussy and being fucked by women but you don’t think you’re a lesbian? How can that be?”
“I…I like men Mistress. I mean the idea of being with a woman excites me but….I couldn’t live without ……. a man”
“And there is no mention of your lesbian fantasies on your blog is there?”
Brenda was surprised to hear that Mistress J had read her blog. That meant she knew a lot more about Brenda than she had guessed. “No Mistress”
“Mmmmm. Your Master tells me that you are horny all the time, you have excellent cock sucking skills, the harder and rougher he fucks you the more you cum and he thinks of you as his perfect little slave slut. Do you think you’re a perfect slave?”
Brenda was shocked to think of her Master describing her to someone this way. There was a time that she would have been offended and angry at being called a slut. Then she felt a flush of pride at the things her Master said. She almost forgot to answer. “Oh, no Mistress.”
“Good thing you don’t. I understand you can be disobedient, that last night you questioned an order to take off your dress and you called your Master by an inappropriate name yesterday afternoon. Is that true?”
Brenda had trouble answering, “Ye….Yes Mistress”
“That doesn’t sound like a perfect slave to me”
Brenda said nothing.
“Do you enjoy sucking cock?”
“Yes Mistress”
“And you think you’ll enjoy eating my pussy?”
“I don’t know Mistress, I think so.”
“You understand that whether or not you enjoy it, you will eat my pussy and do anything I tell you to do until I am satisfied?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Do you think your excellent cock sucking skills will translate into excellent pussy eating skills?”
“I….I don’t know Mistress. Master trained me to suck cock the way he likes it. I might need….instruction. I’ll try”.
Mistress J stared at Brenda saying nothing. Finally she turned to Master.
“I accept your offer. As we discussed, you are welcome to watch me with your slave but I may or may not invite you to participate?”
“Yes, that is acceptable.” He looked at Brenda. “Slave, you will submit to Mistress Juliana tonight. Anything she tells you to do you will consider a directed order from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master”
“Don’t disappoint me slave”
“Stand up slave, bring more wine for your Master”
Brenda stood up, walked to the bar and returned with the wine bottle. Her heart was racing, her hands trembled as she poured the wine. She looked at her Master and saw him smile at her.
“Put the wine back in the chiller and come back here.” Mistress J said.
After returning, Mistress J she said, “Get my crop from the fireplace mantle.”
Brenda walked to the fireplace and saw the black riding crop there. She picked it up and carried it back to the couch.
“Kneel in front of me and hand the crop to me with both hands.”
Brenda did as she was told, casting her eyes down towards Mistress J’s feet. Mistress took the crop and Brenda put her hands behind her back. Mistress held the crop and traced Brenda’s necklace with the leather tongue on the striking end. She started at her neck and slowly ran the tab down her chest to her tits one at a time. She tapped her nipples causing the bobbles to swing. She ran the crop over and around her tits, then slowly tapped the bottoms of her tits causing the bobbles to bounce up and down.
Mistress J turned to Master.
“I’m going to take my slave and prepare her. You are welcome to wait here or on the patio if it would make you more comfortable. Please help yourself to more wine if you wish.
“Thank you.”
Mistress J stood up saying, “Come with me slave”. She walked away causing Brenda to jump up quickly and walk in her jerky steps to keep up. Brenda followed Mistress J to a bedroom. Brenda guessed it was a guest room because although it was beautifully decorated, it had no personal items on display.
Once they were both in the bedroom, Mistress Juliana turned and faced Brenda. She held the crop in front of Brenda’s face. “Open.” Brenda opened her mouth, Mistress J put the center of the crop in Brenda’s mouth, the ends of the crop sticking out evenly on both sides. “Close.” Brenda closed her mouth.
“If you drop my crop you will be punished.”
She ran her fingers down each chain on Brenda’s necklace. When she reached her tits she held the balls in the fingers of each hand and started to tug on the nooses stretching Brenda’s nipples.
“I love this necklace slave. Too bad it won’t work with what you’ll be wearing tonight. Take it off, and the panties, you may put them on the dresser. Then come over here.”
Mistress J turned and walked to the bed. After Brenda took off the necklace and panties she followed Mistress J to the bed. She saw a white leather harness on the bed. Standing where she was told, Mistress J began to put the harness on her. She started at Brenda’s neck. The harness had a collar that buckled in the back and had a D ring on the front. There were straps that came off the collar straight down front and back. The strap in front had three horizontal straps on each side. The top set of horizontal straps went above Brenda’s tits and under her arms. The middle horizontal straps went under Brenda’s tits, the lower horizontal straps went around her waist. All the horizontal straps attached with buckles on the rear vertical strap.
After Mistress J had buckled all the straps she pulled each one to test the tightness. Satisfied, she stepped back. Brenda was secured in her harness. From the collar a strap ran straight down the front of her body to her waist. Another strap ran straight down the back of her body. The horizontal straps divided her body just above and below her tits and around her waist.
There were two straps hanging down from the lowest horizontal strap in the front. Each strap was about three inches off center. Unlike all of the other flat leather straps, these straps had been folded over and the sides sewn together about 5 inches from each end. It resulted in straps that had one rough edge with stitches and the other rounded and smooth.
Mistress J passed the straps between Brenda’s legs and buckled them to the bottom horizontal strap in the rear. The smooth round side of each strap fit tightly between Brenda’s cunt and thigh. The straps made a V from the bottom front horizontal strap between Brenda’s legs and another V over Brenda’s ass to the bottom rear horizontal strap. The straps were tight against each side of Brenda’s crotch but left her cunt available for whatever Mistress J had planned.
Mistress J walked back to the bed and returned with a small object made of silver. She held the object in front of Brenda’s face so she could see. It was a tweezer clamp about two inches long. The tips of the clamp were coated with rubber. There was a small bell attached to the other end. Mistress J shook it making the bell ring.
“I like to keep track of my slaves. Spread you cunt. Show me your clit”
Brenda did as she was told, spreading her cunt lips with her fingertips. Mistress J knelt down in front of her. She felt Mistress J touched her clit lightly with her fingertip. Brenda jumped at the stimulation.
“Hold still slave.”
Mistress J slipped the rubber tips of the clamp over the base of Brenda’s clit and squeezed it closed. She slid the locking ring up the tweezer arms securing it firmly in place. Brenda could feel her clit swelling under the pressure. She moaned and closed her eyes.
Mistress J attached leather wrist and ankle cuffs to Brenda. Using two D rings at the bottom of the rear vertical strap of Brenda’s harness, Mistress J secured the Brenda’s wrist cuffs behind her back with snaps. Brenda’s hands were now secured behind her back, one above the other.
Brenda was breathing heavily when Mistress J stepped back to admire her slave. “Go stand next to the door facing the wall slave”
Brenda did as she was told. The bell attached to her clit chimed with each step. While she waited she could hear Mistress J moving in the room behind her but couldn’t tell what she was doing. Finally Mistress J walked up behind her and told Brenda to turn around. Mistress J had taken off her blouse revealing her huge tits held out by her half cup bra. She had also taken off her leather skirt. Mistress J attached a silver chain leash to the D ring on the front of Brenda’s collar. She turned, opened the door and tugged on Brenda’s leash leading her down the hall. Brenda could see that Mistress J was wearing a garter belt under her corset. There were 6 garters holding up the stockings on each of her legs. There was a two inch gap in the back of Mistress J’s corset where it was held together by the black crisscross laces. Brenda couldn’t take her eyes off Mistress J’s ass as she followed her down the hall.
When they arrived in the great room Mistress J saw Master seated outside on the patio. She walked Brenda out so that her master could see her. As they walked out the door Master heard their high heels clicking on the tile floor and heard the chimes of Brenda’s bell. He turned and watched the two women approaching. What a site! Mistress J looked stunning, the half cup bra and corset accented her sensational figure. Thigh high stockings held up by more garters than he had ever seen one woman wear before. She was leading his slave by a leash which he found very erotic. The white leather harness showed off Brenda’s body beautifully. He followed the sound of the chiming and saw the small bell sticking out of Brenda’s cunt. She looked completely submissive holding the black crop in her mouth. Brenda’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
She led Brenda around in a circle so that he could view her from every angle. Facing her away from her Master, Mistress J told Brenda to spread her legs, then tugged down on the leash she told her to bend over. Brenda did as she was told displaying her ass and cunt to her Master. Mistress J stood next to Brenda and looked at Master. She reached under Brenda’s belly and flicked the bell attached to her cunt making it chime. The stimulation made Brenda moan.
“Do you approve?” asked Mistress J.
“Oh yes, very much”
“I’m taking my slave to the dungeon now. Would you like to join us?
“Oh yes, I wouldn’t miss it.”
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