I woke up to the cold heat from a concrete flooring. I was in my dungeon. I'm a 37 year old woman, I run my own dungeon and I have a few slaves the frequent, as well as a single female slave who stays with me constantly. I looked up and there was Amanda. She was on her knees, head down and holding out a tray with my coffee and cigarettes on it. I looked at her and said "what do you want?" She uttered back, "beg your pardon Mistress, I have brought your morning order. Please forgive me, I didn't know I had woken you".
"Fine." I barked back at her. I took my cigarettes and coffee from the tray and got up. I was half naked, wearing only my latex knickers, stockings and very high heeled thigh high boots. I loved in a trashy area of London, loved it here, sex shops lined the streets and I often sent Amanda out to them to pick up supplies.
I took a sip of my coffee and lit my cigarette.
"You can get up now." I muttered to her as I took a drag.
"Thank you Mistress." She stated as she stood up naked, save for her collar.
I looked at her, saw the bruising and scratch marks on her body. The rope burns and the dry cum on her body.
"Did you enjoy last night, Amanda?" I asked, taking another sip of my coffee.
"Yes, Mistress." She beamed back at me, trying not to smile in my presence but making a mess of not trying.
"Are you sore?" I asked back.
"A bit Mistress, my vagina is a bit painful from the clamps."
Ah the clamps. I often stretch her pussy open with some clamps we got from a store down the road. I used them to show her off last night. We had a party and she was my trophy for the night. The men seemed to enjoy seeing her, I had her roped up against the wall. All night. It was quite amusing for me watching her pee herself tied up with her pussy stretched open. The men loved it. Kinky they called it. Some went in and asked for a lick, to which I told them where the door was. She was mine and I would not let them even touch her, let alone take a lick of her.
"Mistress? May I ask a question?"
Shocked I turned to her, this was unusual.
"I... I've started my period Mistress. What would you like me to do?" She uttered.
"Take a tampon, you will not be used for a while yet. You need to get ready for the big night in a few weeks." I stated back.
"Would you like me to clean the floor too, Mistress?" She questioned back to me.
"Huh?" I turned around and looked to where she held my tray. There was blood on the floor. Poor girl I thought. But then what was I supposed to say. I could tell in her face she had period cramps and was very uncomfortable.
"No, I will get someone else to do that. Go get a tampon and put a pair of knickers on. You are excused to do that and then I want you to phone Emily, have her come in today." I said back to her.
"Of course, Mistress, thank you."
"Oh, Amanda, go run yourself a bubble bath honey, just take some time to yourself."
"Thank you for your kindness Mistress." She smiled and walked off.
I took another drag of my cigarette and then a sip of my coffee. What a morning, but this was just the start.
Later that day Emily had came round and cleaned up the dungeon for me. She was wearing her collar and was naked except for the butt-plug I made her wear. She is still a trainee, the collar itself, not as well made as Amanda's and only said "TRAINEE" on it.
I had a social gathering that night. I was putting Emily through her paces. She was to be a whore for my guests that I had chosen. Whether or not she could accomplish it, I had no idea.
I left both Emily and Amanda to get ready. I was thinking of what I could wear to the gathering. I eventually settled on something just right.
I got out my black lace thong, and my black leather corset. Some black stockings and my high heeled platform thigh high boots. I started getting ready and could hear Emily in the dungeon cleaning up for me. I started on my hair, I had gorgeous blonde hair with black highlights, I had no dead or split ends, I made sure to visit the hairdresser often. I tied it up, and got it looking perfect. Onto my clothes. As I stripped down I noticed I was a slightly bit wet in my latex knickers. I scooped some onto my fingers and tasted it. I loved the taste of my own shaved pussy.
I wiped myself off on a towel and put my black lace thong on. Then the leather corset. I bought this corset because it always pushes my 32E boobs up.
I pulled the nylon stockings up my waxed legs. I love the feeling of putting them on, knowing how it makes people feel. I was lacing up my boots when a knock at the door came.
"Enter." I said.
Emily walked in.
"I'm done Mistress."