Beth woke refreshed. Her puppy was already up. Spot had ordered coffee and pastries. Beth got up and had a quick shower. She walked into the front room, as naked as her puppy was. The women had coffee without conversation.
Beth's puppy sat close to her hunched over her coffee cup. She occasionally reached over and licked her mistress's hand. Beth felt easy with her.
"Off to the hot tub. Then to the kitchen for a real breakfast."
Beth led the way, as her puppy followed. Beth's puppy was happy and frisky. If she had a tail, it would be wagging.
Beth spent the day with her puppy. They had breakfast, then went to the day spa. Beth was withdrawn. Spot relieved Beth's tensions in the spa. Her ministrations were soft and gentle.
Beth received pleasure. She thoroughly enjoyed it. Beth found no roaring orgasms, just gentle pleasure. Beth took her puppy for a walk.
The estate had hiking trails, and horse trails. Beth went to the horse stables. She was intimidated by their size. Beth decided that horses were nice to pet as long as there was a fence between her and them.
Beth was quiet as she walked. Beth realized that for the last two years she had done nothing other than work. She had no social life. In fact she had never gone to a dance or had a date since she left high school.
Every date she had been on was a job. She had never been on a date, but she had been to the finest hotels and restaurants in the city.
She had even flown in an executive jet to go to dinner and dancing. She had never taken any time for herself. Beth was sure she needed some time away from the grind. Beth felt comfortable with her puppy. Beth spoke out of the blue.
"I'll call you Ann. I've always liked the name."
"That's fine by me. I'll come, when you call no matter what name you use."
Beth had enjoyed her day off. She could not remember having one, since she had gone to work for Rick. As the day began to fade, Beth thought about her work. She was filming on a private set tonight. She always did better, when she was on display. The fact that this would be on film helped, but it was not the same.
Beth headed to the hot tub for one more soak before she went to the beautician. She looked at Ann's stark white hair.
"You'll look so much better when the beautician has finished your hair."
Rick arrived. He sat on the side of the tub.
"I watched the rough footage from last night's shooting. You were great. I like it better without a script. It comes out natural. It seemed real."
"It was real for me. I wasn't pretending. I was in old England last night."
"That's what makes you a natural. That's what will make us both rich."
Rick drank with Beth and Ann for a while. Beth noticed Ann drank little. She spent more time holding her drink than she did actually drinking. Beth liked her puppy.
"I was quite surprised at the role you developed last night. It was not like you. You did it well. Many times a woman starts young as a submissive. As she matures she becomes more dominate. Last night was different. You were both submissive and dominate. It was a nice balance. He dominated you and you dominated your maid. It's different."
"Dominating someone actually turns me on. But nothing has ever gotten me off, like the pain. I have orgasms without it. If I want to soar, someone will have to beat my ass."
"You'll get that in spades tonight. You have a full plate. You have private assignments at seven, eight, nine, and ten o'clock. You're on set, at eleven. No public stage tonight. Other than mingling in costume between dates, you are behind closed doors tonight."
Beth thought about it for a while
"If you want me hot for the film, put me in bondage while I mingle."
"No problem there. Oh, by the way. Your first date wants you as a dominate. I thought we would see how it turns out for you. She doesn't know it, but it will be on film. Spy cameras. Not good enough to save. But, good enough to review."
Beth went to the beautician station. She relaxed while the beautician worked. The Beautician dressed her in a tightly laced, leather corset. The garment was more like a wide garter belt.
The corset went from the bottom of her ribcage, to the flair of her hips. She wore red silk stockings and very radical red heels. The outfit was covered by a bright red latex dress that zipped up the front.
The beautician, had to get help pull the dress together and getting it zipped up. The dress covered her breasts completely. The dress came to her mid thighs, showing the tops of her stockings.
Beth had never worn latex before. The dress conformed to every part of her body. She was soon sweating under the dress. She and the dress became one in a very short time. The dress moved with her. It conformed to every curve on her body.
Beth's nipples became hard from the pressure of the smooth slick latex, that encased her body. The dress did not conceal, anything. It even displayed the top of Beth's pubic mound. She was covered and naked at the same time. Beth made arrangements for Ann's spots. She left her puppy in the care of the beautician.
As Beth left the beauty station, the beautician handed Beth a rather long thin red leather whip. Beth's mood changed. She looked herself over in the mirror. She looked at the whip in her hand. Beth decided she looked good.
The whip felt good in her hand. Beth felt a surge of sexual energy, and excitement. She felt dominate. She thought to her self, I really do want to beat some ass tonight.
Beth went out on the floor. She mingled with the crowd in her dominate costume. The attitude of the crowd was different. Beth's attitude was different. People looked at her with awe. Most did not have the courage to touch her.
Beth glared at the people as she walked around. She took drinks from people. She handled several people quite intimately. Beth felt in charge. Her attitude was one of superiority and contempt.
One man, who seemed a little drunk, walked into her personal space. He stroked his hand across her rubber encased breast. Beth slapped him hard enough to step him back.
Beth slashed him across his shoulder as she glared at him. Beth defied him with her eyes alone. He mumbled something as he faded into the crowd. Beth felt good. Beth would have put someone between her legs, if she could figure how to get the dress open and then closed again.
Beth was filled with energy. The energy had a sexual overtone. It was not sexual in nature. Beth was primed and ready, when the attendant came for her. He delivered her to a large suite.
The couple was waiting for her. They stood up as she entered. They both wore robes. Their smiles faded as they looked at Beth. She was raging. Beth's eyes were like coals.
Beth surveyed the situation. She walked up to the woman without a word. She opened the woman's robe. The woman was, also, dressed in red latex.
Her dress was more severe. It was more like a jacket than a dress. It covered her from her arm pits to her flaring hips. She wore red latex panties that covered her crotch and the expanse of her well rounded ass.
Her leg's were covered by tight, thigh high, boots. The boots had radical heels, raising her up to the same height as the man.
Beth stepped up to the man then opened his robe. He had nothing on underneath except for a pair of flesh colored latex shorts. The shorts held his erection close to his body.
His erection was evident, but completely covered. The shorts were cut narrow in the back, leaving his ass cheeks mostly bare. Beth took off his robe. She placed him on his knees, before the woman.
Beth slashed his ass with her whip.
"Lick your mistress' boots."
The man leaned forward. He licked the tops, of each of her boots. He started, to straighten up. Beth slashed him twice. Once on each ass cheek.
"I did not tell you to stop."
The man lowered his head. He returned his tongue to his task. Beth seated the woman on a plush chair. Beth knelt next to the woman. She kissed her.
"You must first act like you are in charge. A costume without an attitude, is of no value. Hold your head up. Look at the simpering fool at your feet. He's a maggot."
Beth kissed the woman again.
"You have a whip. Use it."
The woman smiled as she sat up. She lashed the kneeling man with her whip.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
The woman was smiling deeply as she slashed the man again. She spoke down at him.
"Lick my boot's, asshole. Make them shine."
