We meet at the designated time, 10 pm, in the hallway leading to our "playroom".
"Oh daddy, you look so handsome", I gush upon seeing you. "You have chosen the perfect outfit for this evening." Grey cutaway tailcoat, ivory waistcoat, cravat, black pinstriped trousers.
"And you my pretty pet, look ravishing. What do you call this look? Steampunk Saloon girl?"
"Yes, daddy."
"I am very pleased. Turn around. Ah yes, a bustle. Nice touch. As your ass belongs to me, it's best not to entice our charges for the evening. Shall we my pet?"
We link arms and walk the length of the hallway. At the far end, standing next to the double doors to the playroom is Chalmers, our loyal man servant. He is dressed in white tie and carrying a silver tray. On it, your cherished cane and my beloved cat whip.
"What an enchanting couple." Chalmers greets us.
"Thank you, Chalmers." you respond.
Madam looks lovely this evening." Chalmers offers me the tray and I retrieve my weapon of choice.
"Thank you, Chalmers."
"Sir." Chalmers now offers you the tray.
"Thank you, Chalmers. You are excused." You dismiss him and he leaves us.
"Ready my pretty pet?" you link arms with me and guide me to the double doors.
"I am heady with anticipation, daddy" I smile at you and kiss your cheek.
You swing the heavy wood doors open and before us stand two breathtaking girls. Twins. Chalmers has done well.
They are red haired beauties. Gorgeous green eyes, creamy alabaster skin and bodies that make my mouth water just looking at them. Each is inked opposite her sister. Left sleeve on my charge. Right sleeve on yours. Very appealing visual.
Your charge has her hair is soft, flowing ringlets. She is dressed in a white corset that perfectly accentuate her glorious breasts and tiny waist. White thong, white thigh highs and white heels. A vision. Soft, feminine, a feast for the eyes. Soft pastels for make-up.
Mine is dressed in a black corset with buckles to mirror my own. Black thong, black thigh high boots. Hair in a severe ponytail. Smoky eyes, red lips.
You lead us to our pets, we embrace and now the fun begins...
I approach my charge and can tell right away she is going to need to be broken. Fine, so be it.
"Whore" I address her.
"My name is..." she says.
"SILENCE!" I yell.
She looks at me with fire in her eyes.
"It matters not what your given name is, whore. When you are here, you are simply whore. It suits you."
"Now, there are rules in place for my pleasure. The first is no clothes in my presence. They are an affront to the very delicacy of my nature. Remove them."
She remains motionless.
"NOW, whore." I grab her dog collar by the chain and pull her to her knees. She whimpers. I grab her jaw and put my face an inch from hers. "Right now or I'll rip them from your body and then restrain your hands and feet." The fire in her eyes is dying.
She removes her corset first. Her lovely breasts come spilling out. They are equally as large as mine, if not a bit larger. The areolas are a lovely shade of pink and no bigger than a quarter. The nipples are already hard. This is why daddy insists on a cool playroom, I think to myself. Smart man.
"Lovely whore, simply lovely."
"Boots next, please. Thong last."
She pulls off the boots and then slips out of the thong.
"Wonderful." I stand in front of her and use the grip of my cat to raise her chin and make her look at me. "Whore, rise and turn around. I want to see your ass."
She does and I cannot help but notice how long her legs are. Lovely. Ah yes, the ass, delectable.
"You are indeed blessed, whore. Such a wonderful ass. It will bring me a great deal of pleasure to flog it."
"Now, let's finish those rules, shall we."
"Rule 1, no clothes in my presence. Ever."
"Rule 2, do not make eye contact with your Mistress unless you have been given permission to do so.
"Rule 3, only speak when spoken to."
"Your safe word is Rosebud, whore."
"On all four please. Your Mistress wishes to sit."
She is now obedient and I see the fire in her eyes has been replaced with lust.
"Excellent, whore. Let's see where we are at this point in your tutelage. You have by my count, 3 whippings in your future. You broke all 3 rules. You must pay."
I rise and address her.
"Whore, after I flog you the first time you will thank me, kiss the tips of shoes and ask for another. Same rules for each subsequent flogging. Are we clear? You may speak."
"Yes, Mistress."
Oh that beautiful ass I think as I rear my hand back and my cat makes purchase with it. My lovely whore gasps. I walk around and she kisses the tips of my shoes.
"Speak, whore."
"Thank you, Mistress. Another please."
"Yes, whore, I think another is deserved."
I make my way around slowly, gliding the leather strips along her back. Whack! My cat lands with purpose. She gasps. I make my way back up to her head. We continue on through her final flogging. Her ass is a lovely shade of red. Her mound betrays her. She is very excited by this. Her lovely pink lips are wet and swollen. Her pearl hugely engorged.
"Whore, you've atoned for your sins. I'm most pleased. Rise. Gaze upon your Mistress"
She stands up and looks at me. Her eyes burning with desire.
"Whore, are you sorry for having displeased your Mistress?" I slide my finger in her wet slit and she moans. "Speak whore."
"Yes, Mistress." She whimpers as I continue to slide my finger in and out her.
"Such a good whore." My thumb and her pearl make contact. She closes her eyes and her head falls back.
"Kiss your Mistress." I lean in and we kiss. Her tongue and mine play and she moans in my mouth.
My fingers continue their handiwork. It isn't long until she orgasms. Her snatch contracts on my fingers and she grinds into my hand. Wave after wave wash over her. Her body shudders.
