Miss Angela Johnson's BDSM continuing molding as a pleasure slave.
Lawrence smiled as Angela slowly bent his will. How sweetly adorable she looked there on her knees her sweet pink lips "O"ed around his mammoth ebony cock her little white button nose pressed to his wiry groin as she desperately tried to please him. Oh, how she fought to swallow his gushing, jetting cum as it filled her tight little throat and mouth. All the while his deep base voice praising her for being such a Good Girl and How Pleased he was with hers. His words of praise to wrapping around the little chestnut haired beauty.
"Jordan, Lawrence..........playing with Miss Johnson....are we?"
Came Julia Merchants cool crisp voice as she slowly clapped her hands. Her regal face was unreadable as she mockingly applauded Angela's erotic little performance. With Mrs. Merchant's arrival all chances for Angela Johnson's escape evaporated.
"Miss Johnson clean yourself up and return to your room now."
Julia Stood there towering over the young beauty and despite her diminutive stature she seemed to tower over Mr. Lawrence and Jordan.
"Miss Johnson you have a very Busy day ahead of you and you will need all the rest you can get this evening."
With that Julia stepped to the side and held out her hand indicating that Angela should rise and now go to her room.
Julia Merchant could not help but notice how sweetly and how very diligently this young beauty had been orally servicing Lawrence. Oh, she might later stammer that she had been forced and Julia had no doubts that there may has been some cohesion but still that did not explain her truly devoted efforts to please the bony giant.
"Yes, Mrs. Merchant,"
Angela demurely replied as she searched for something to cover her naked perfection.
"I said go to your room Now Miss Johnson."
Julia imperiously intoned as Jordan snatched Angela blanket from the floor leaving the young beauty no option but to go to her room naked as the day she was born.
Julia smiled wickedly as she watched the soft sensual sway of the young beauty's hips. The Mistress of Rève Noir ran the tip of her tongue over her moist ripe lips at the thoughts of what she would do to the delicious Miss Johnson.
Angela found the outfit that had been laid out for her in the morning, a pair of 6inch black stiletto heels, a little scrape of lacy that could hardly be called panties, and a corset that would huge the girl's figure its demi cups leaving her breasts bared and thrust up and out as if offering them to the viewer. The blouse was sheer fabrication that was translucent with but two buttons the first just above her naval leaving the sensual curve of her firm young breast clearly visible. The dove grey business suit's skirt helm was 3 inches above her knees and the jacket molded to her figure like a second skin. There was a knock at Angela's door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Merchants require your presence in the Dining room Miss Johnson."
Jordan called through Angela's door. Her words followed by a malicious little laugh.
It had been in the dead of night when Angela Johnson had returned to her room after Mrs. Merchant had chastised her and sent her to her room as if she was a wayward child. Now the cold gray Light of an overcast day crept over her window sill. When Jordan had rapped on Angela's door with her orders from the Merchants.
"Jordan? Am I supposed to clean up first or go there now?"
Jordan smiled wickedly as she heard the shy little girl voice timidly call to her seeking guidance.
" The Master and Mistress will want you to bath first, ..........."
The little golden beauty paused for a moment as she leaned against the hall wall and examined her perfectly manicured nails.
"They like their girls scrubbed all pink and pretty Miss Johnson."
Again, that wicked smile bowed her lips as she added.
" Will you need help dressing Miss Johnson..........If so It will cost you just a little for my help."
Jordan continued to examine her nails as she waited for Angela response and knowing quite well she had not mastered the mysteries of her corset yet.
"C-c-cost me, Jordan?"
Angela voice was trembling and that brought a smile to Jordan's moist ripe lips.
"Don't worry my sweet girl I shall not require you to please me as you did earlier this evening."
The little golden beauty enjoyed reminding Angela just how far she had sunk, what she had done, how she had defiled herself in her abortive bid for freedom.
"All it will cost you my dear is to let me wash that gorgeous body of yours."
Jordan cooed. Just the thoughts of getting her hands on the young beauty's supple young body again had Jordan gasping in anticipation. She could already feel her hands on Angela's gorgeous young body. Slick hands fondling the young girl's firm young breasts, those soapy hands massaging the firm cheeks of her tight little ass, a finger teasing her dark little virginal star. Moist fingers sliding across Angela's soft pink folds and rolling the girl's little pearl of passion under her finger tips. Oh, How she would make her stand with her hands at the nape of her neck as she slowly finger fucked the young girl till she trembled in need and then she would deny her and leave her wanting and need for the Master and Mistress.
"Well Miss Johnson too high a price to pay, or shall you disappoint the Merchants."
Jordan waited for Angela's answer for her to once more to surrender to her.
"No, Jordan..."
