Beyonce Knowles sat in the comfort of the leather back seat of the limo and stared forward at the back of the chauffeur's head. She was headed for her day long session with Jennifer Lopez, prepared to be her slave for the day, set up as a deal between Jennifer and Mistress Whitney. She had heard rumour that Jenny had been forced to submit to Mistress Whitney to get this chance. This thought worried Beyonce quite a bit., she wondered exactly how much Jennifer must want to dominate her. But worried or not she shivered with anticipation and excitement as well. This new lifestyle she was enjoying had opened her eyes completely and she felt a different person than the one she was prior to her submission. The chance to serve to a new Mistress was something that she looked forward to and relished, but again, it was new and a little frightening.
It was early morning (J-Lo had Beyonce as her bitch for the day and wanted to make the most of it) and there was little traffic to slow the car as it glided through the city streets on it's way to Jennifer's expensive city flat. The driver looked in their mirror at the passenger, taking in her terrific form. She was in profile as she sat looking out the tinted windows
The car slowed as it approached the huge building where Jenny lived, it cruised round the side then neatly ducked into the large stone archway, halted at the automatic gate which elevated immediately (their arrival being monitored from above) and headed down a concrete ramp that led down to a cold, stone underground garage. The driver brought the long car to a stop next to the elevator door that would take Beyonce up to her Mistress for the day. Before either occupant of the vehicle could move the elevator doors slid open and out stepped Jennifer Lopez. She looked simply stunning, but also extremely pissed off. She was dressed in an outfit that would have melted your eyes it was so hot. From the bottom up: she wore a tight pair of shiny black calf length leather, stiletto heeled, boots. Above them up to her crotch was a beautiful expanse of tanned Latino skin. She had on the tightest, black, leather fetish corset imaginable. It had been tightened viciously by a series of laces up her back to give her a tiny waist and the smooth fabric disappeared between her silken thighs mysteriously. Meanwhile, the tight corset had expanded her bosoms to nearly overflowing and gave her a cleavage to die for. Her arms were enveloped in long, black, leather gauntlets and the left one held in it a riding crop.
Her hair was pulled back sharply on her face giving her a fierce, stern look and her dark eyes gazed with menace at the car and it's occupants. She strutted across to the car and tapped the crop against the driver's window.
"Get out!" she snapped.
Beyonce stayed exactly as she was, the command was obviously directed at the driver. The chauffeur stepped out of the front door and stood before the raging mad Latino lady. They removed their cap and a bundle of luxurious, mousy brown hair fell away from under it and to reveal that it was another of Mistress Whitney's subs, Mariah Carey. Jennifer had known that Whitney had ordered her to drive Beyonce over and told her that if she was late then Jennifer could punish her as she saw fit. So had she driven slowly on purpose? Well she had certainly had plenty of time to get her.
The leather clad Dominatrix strutted forward and got right up in Mariah's face and snarled at her.
"Your Mistress told me if you fucked up I could punish you, you know that?"
A nodded response.
"And yet you still delivered my special package late you stupid, fucking slut!"
Another nod.
"Well get undressed Bitch, I'll show you how a real Mistress treats disobedient fools!"
By this stage in her life Mariah was well used to totally obeying the words of a dominant woman and she offered no excuse or argument and began to take off her form fitting chauffeurs outfit, casting the jacket and trousers away, swiftly followed by her white, lacy bra and panties until she stood naked before the menacing Miss Lopez. Beyonce watched events unfold from the back seat. She was anxious to see what Jennifer would do to her, perhaps it would give her an indication of what she would do to Beyonce later
"Turn around. Bend over the hood of the car. I'm going to give you six shots with the crop, thank me after each one or it will be twelve."
Jennifer's every order was completely complied with. The crop whistled through the cold air in the underground car park and as the riding crop connected solidly with Mariah's soft bum cheeks, she flinched visibly but she managed to press her face to the warm metal of the car and hide her beaming grin from the woman behind her.