The woman around spun quickly, her cloak flowing around her as she turned her eyes onto the girl kneeling at her feet. She extended her hand, touching the girl's cheek, one long claw barely dragging along her jaw line, leaving behind a faint scratch. The girl gasped, her eyes flashing as she shuddered, her body tensing. The woman retracted her claws again, this time brushing the tips of her fingers down the girl's neck.
"Mistress..." the girl whispered as she lowered her eyes to the floor, the anger melting away quickly, just as quickly as it had flared up. The woman slipped her cloak off, revealing the velvet of the dress beneath, a deep, rich blue that matched her cloak perfectly.
"Yes, pet?" Her claws extended again, raking around the girl's neck this time, blood springing to the surface instantly. The woman laughed, reducing the girl at her feet to a quivering child instead of the thirty year old woman she truly was.
"Mistress..." the girl hissed this time, her voice shaky as she quivered and twitched on the floor. "Please use me..."
The woman turned on her heel, facing the shuddering girl, her eyes flashing darkly, "beg properly if you wish to be used."
The girl whimpered, "Mistress, please.. Your girl needs to feel your control, your strength.." She lowered her head and whispered, "the feel of your whip lashing at my slave flesh. I want to wear your marks with pride..."
The woman shook her head, laughing a soft, sadistic little laugh as she stared at her little slut on the floor, "You want to feel my whip, little slut? Then stand and strip, NOW!"
The girl scampered to her feet, quickly shedding the dress he had worn. This was no easy task, really, as the dress had hidden closures that were nearly impossible to find. Once bare, she stood there, hands clasped behind her neck, feet shoulder width apart, her breasts pushed forward, nipples hard in the cool air of the room.
The woman watched the girl's careful movements for a moment, enjoying the struggle she was having with her dress before turning around to gather up the items she was going to need, getting them onto the nearest stand. She moved from closet to drawer, selecting whips, floggers, blindfolds, dildo's, vibrators, and anything else she thought she might use on the girl.
When she finished gathering her toys, she moved back to the girl, touching her cheek lightly, then moving her hand down her neck, brushing the bare flesh as she grabbed a strip of thick, heavy leather with several large, heavy rings built into it. She slid the thick collar around the girl's neck, fastening at the back with a large, old fashioned lock.
The girl moaned as she felt the familiar weight of the collar sliding around her neck, shivering as she heard the lock snap closed. "Please Mistress..." the girl whined softly as the woman teased her.
"Please what, slut? Fuck you like a savage? Beat you raw and bloody? Tell me, slut, please what?" The woman growled low in her throat, drawing her hand back to slap the girl's pert breasts, hard, making them slam together and bounce as her hand moved across her nipples.
The girl screamed, a long, low, echoing moan following it immediately as her mind registered conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure. The woman drew her hand back and brought it hard across the girl's breasts from the other side, harder this time, raising a hand print shaped welt on her flesh. The girl moaned this time, trying hard to stay still as she felt the blow to her sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and pleaded more, "Mistress, please, beat your slut, I need to feel your whip lashing at my body, your paddle against my ass.. please Mistress, I need to feel your power."
The woman grabbed the girl by her hair, yanking roughly, dragging the girl a few feet to the end of the bed. She shoved the girl down onto the bed, standing behind her to kick her feet apart. The girl groaned, not objecting to being handled this way, in fact, the girl was getting turned on from being used.