Mistress Diana waited patiently for her servants to bring Mark up to her private chamber. She sat on a bench taking her heels off and unsnapped each of the tiny hooks that kept her stockings in place.
Last. She began unsnapping the hooks on the back of her tight corset until it broke free allowing her huge tits to drop freely from the black material. She carefully put her black heels back on her feet as someone knocked on her door.
"Bring him in here!"
The door opened and the two black men practically carried the thin white slave into her chamber. His ankles were shackled with a short bar between them. His hands were cuffed and attached to a thick black strap around his waist. A ball gage had been placed inside his mouth.
"Leave him here with me. I'll take care of his shackles."
The two black men started to walk toward the door.
"Oh. Make sure his tramp is licked and denied to cum the remainder of the day. Put her back in her cell with her wrists cuffed to her cot. I wouldn't want her trying to play with her pussy tonight!"
The door shut as Mistress Diana stood starring at Mark. He looked very surprised to see her naked except for the black high heeled shoes she was wearing. Mark kept starring at her massive boobs as she began walking toward him.
"Oh. It appears that you like looking at my boobs!"
Her pussy was completely shaven bald as she caught him starring down toward her mound. She brought her fingers to her lips and stroked her pussy slit and brought the fingers to his nose.
"Do you lie the smell of a real woman?"
Mark stood motionless as she quickly grabbed a paddle off a wall rack and swatted him as hard as she could, causing him to stiffen and close his eyes at the same time.
"Answer me!"
Mark breathed hard through the ball gag in his mouth as he shook his head up and down as she wacked him a second time.
His body was shaking as he waited for her to strike him again with the paddle but she walked near him and began running her hand over the red skin she had just wacked with the paddle.
He was surprised when she took the ball gag from his mouth allowing Mark to breathe normally as she wacked him again. Mark was afraid to speak, knowing she would hit him with the paddle again. She preferred using a paddle, rather then a whip but would consider using a much more harsher treatment if her slaves were not obedient.
She ran her fingers along his chest and circled his nipple and starred into his eyes.
"Perhaps I should have these pierced so that they match that whore that was brought here with you."
She began massaging his chest and rib cage and examined him like a doctor.
"Mm. Perhaps we could use implants to give you breasts."
She laughed out loud. "I'll have to give that a little thought! We could possibly use a training girdle to give you a smaller waist! Wouldn't that be nice?"
She quickly turned and gave him a hard smack with her paddle
"Ouch!"
She laughed. "See. You're nothing more then a sissy, anyway!"
Mistress Diana walked around until she was standing only inches from his face and took his shackled hands and placed them on her boobs. The chain would only allow a small amount of movement but he was taken completely by surprised by her action as she stood smiling and starring into his eyes.
"Do you like touching my breasts, Mark?"
Mark swallowed hard as he hesitantly replied. "Yes."
She laughed again. "Maybe we'll have to get you a pair just like them!"
She backed away allowing his hands to drop down and retrieved a key from the wall rack and unlocked his hands from the shackles. She knelt down and took the ankle shackles off his feet and stood and starred him in the eyes.
"If you try to run or disobey me, that whore you called your wife will suffer a great deal of pain!"
Mark rubbed his wrists as he starred at Mistress Diana. She pointed to the floor.
"Lay down on the floor right over there!"
Mark slowly walked toward the area where she was pointing at and laid down flat on the carpet with his head resting on the palms of his hands.
She walked toward his legs and lifted her foot until her heel was poking at his confined cock. She moved the heel across the tube as she watched the expression on his face.
"It doesn't look like I'll be able to sit on this anytime soon does it?"
She walked away from him and came back carrying a short funny looking stool. Mark had never seen anything like it. It resembled a child's potty chair. It was chrome with a padded seat, much like a toilet seat.
She hovered over Mark and positioned the little stool over his head until his face was lined up with the opening in the center.
"You're about to get your first lesson on what is called queening! This is a queening stool and if you're a good slave and do what I say then you will be rewarded."
She knelt down and starred into his eyes. "Slave. I want you to prove to me how well you can lick my pussy. I want you to give me a good reason why I shouldn't have breast implants put in your chest and put you on hormones and turn you into a complete sissy."
She reached down and fondled his confined cock and massaged his balls as she allowed her long painted nails to scrap across his skin.
