"You are late, slut," said Mistress Chanel, when She opened the door. She was stunning in Her black leather skirt and vest, which showed off Her shapely legs, and deep cleavage to good effect, and Her dark hair swept wildly over Her shoulders. Even though She was a full head shorter than me, She looked tall and regal, and I trembled in awe of Her.
"I am sorry, Mistress, I missed the turn twice," I said, hoping She would understand. After all, this was the first time I'd been to Her house.
"No excuses," She said pulling me in the door, Her midnight eyes smoldering. She pressed me against the wall and cupped my balls in Her hand. "You will be punished. You realize that, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, with downcast eyes.
She lead me into the living room, first ordering me to leave my clothing in the front hall. I undressed, but not quickly enough; She slapped my ass hard with Her hand, and I quickened the pace. Following behind Her, I watched Her wide, sexy hips sway as She walked. Stopping when we reached the living room, I attempted to cover myself. I didn't know She'd had guests. Two of Her lady friends were sitting sipping tea or coffee. One was a slender blonde with perky tits, wearing a red leather mini-dress. The other, a lovely plump woman with light brown hair, in a simple white cotton dress. Forcing my hands behind my back, my Mistress pushed me into the center of the living room, facing Her guests. My face turned red, and I didn't know where to look, but my cock hardened. She attached a small leash to it, and handed it over to the big sexy woman in the white dress.
"I will be right back," She said. "This slut needs a lesson in keeping time, and I'll need a few things." Her friends simply continued chatting and sipping from their cups, as I stood there, naked, my cock at attention.
Moments later, She returned, carrying a riding crop, a leather paddle, and a few floggers. She also had a bag over one shoulder, but I didn't know its contents. Taking the leash back from Her friend, She unfastened it, and put it in the bag. Then She pushed me to my knees and fastened a dog collar to my neck, with a short chain, and forced me on all fours. My cock was harder than ever. Just the thought of being collared, and lead around on a leash is enough to get me hot. Tying one end of the chain to the leg of a chair, Mistress Chanel forced my head almost to the floor. Pushing my legs apart with Her feet, She began caressing my balls, and I moaned for all to hear.
"What time did I tell you to be here?" She demanded.
"Eight thirty, Mistress."
"And what time did you arrive?"
"Eight forty two, Mistress."
