Chapter 7
They entered the elevator, and Misty was surprised to see that Valentina only pushed the button for floor 11, one floor down.
"I arranged a room here so that we can get ready and go straight to the club." Valentina explained, sensing Misty's surprise.
They exited the elevator, and made their way down a long marble hallway, Valentina was walking regally, as Misty crawled behind her.
Upon first seeing Valentina Misty was so struck by the enormity of her supernatural beauty that she hadn't been able to really take in any details of that beauty. Once they were together, Valentina's words, and the physical contact she allowed, held Misty's concentration completely. Misty hadn't yet had a chance to truly see Valentina in all her glory.
Now, crawling behind Valentina, Misty was allowed to soak in at least some of the beauty on display. Valentina, like Misty, was wearing impossibly towering stiletto heels. Misty knew that her own height must be quite close to six feet in the heels, but Valentina was taller yet. Valentina's skin color was dark, much like most who were born and raised in Mexico. Her legs were impossibly long, shapely, and sexy. Misty longed to have those legs wrapped around her head. They led to a delightful heart shaped ass, tight and firm, but extremely shapely. Above that her waist, an amazingly small and narrow waist, giving Valentina's shape a perfect hourglass. Above that Misty hadn't yet studied. She remembered Valentina's command to keep her eyes from waist to feet, and as with all things, she sought to perfectly obey.
Soon Valentina stopped in front of a closed door. Misty wasn't sure what she was to do. Should she remain behind Valentina? Should she stand up to open the door? What would Valentina want? Her thoughts were screaming, yet no answer came.
"When you are crawling behind me and we come to a door, I'll stop. You will then crawl in front of me, remaining on your knees, but you'll kneel up, and then you'll open the door for me. Once I have walked through you will follow closing it behind you as you do. Then crawl to me, wherever I may be." Valentina instructed, having sensed the girl's sudden uncertainty.
Extremely relieved by being told what to do instead of left to figure it out on her own, Misty crawled to the door, and rose up on her knees by the doorknob. Valentina handed her a key, and soon they were both in the hotel suite, Misty kneeling on all fours as Valentina greeted the same women who had done Misty's makeup and hair earlier in the day.
Under the efficient care of the hairstylist and makeup artist both Valentina and Misty were quickly showered, their hair was redone, and their makeup perfectly replaced. The suite had two bedrooms, with two full baths, so the women were not together. Valentina was worked on in one room, Misty in the other, their helpers moving from woman to woman as needed.
Once Misty's makeup was finished, the hairstylist declared that she would help her into the outfit that she was to wear to the club. She started by placing the same shoes Misty had been wearing on her feet, and then opened a very small box to retrieve the rest of her dancewear. Misty didn't know what to expect, but was shocked when she saw that the box contained nothing but a thin black leather collar, a small padlock, and a matching leash.
The hairdresser quickly placed the collar around Misty's neck, locking it in place at the back, under her hair, and attached the leash. She indicated to Misty that Misty should hold the other end of the leash between her teeth.
Dressed in nothing but collar, leash, and stiletto heels, Misty was apparently ready to go out dancing.
Her work done, the hairdresser sat down on the sofa, and invited Misty to join her. The woman seemed very nice and was obviously extremely talented at her job, so Misty appreciated the invitation, but didn't think that her sitting on the furniture would be what Valentina would want.
She knelt instead. Fairly near the hairdresser, but facing the short hallway Valentina would come walking down when she came out of her room. Misty took her favorite submissive pose, knees widely spread, sitting back on her calves, hands palm up on her thighs, chest up and out, head bowed, eyes down. She didn't believe that she was as beautiful as Valentina said, but she hoped that she could paint some sort of pretty picture for Valentina as the woman came walking towards her.
Misty's knees were killing her, but that pain just served as a reminder that she was finally, after all these years, owned. That she belonged to another. Knowing that would get her through any amount of pain.
It was not long before Valentina came striding down the hall. She wasn't dressed for the club yet; she was still in her bathrobe.
She walked right up to Misty, stopping right between her open knees.
"Keep your eyes on the floor pet. I know you want to catch a glimpse of my tits through this robe, but we'll save that pleasure for later." Valentina said as she bent over at the waist.
She ran one of her hands down Misty's body, starting at her neck, just below the collar. Then trailed her fingers between Misty's breasts, down her stomach, and ended with a very gentle caress of her pussy. Misty's body shuddered as she was touched, and a moan of delight escaped from her lips.
"Its amazing how wet you are. Just think, if you were in a panty right now you'd get to touch this pretty little pussy when people weren't looking. Here, and at the club later, you could drive yourself insane with all the touching, maybe even give yourself an orgasm. Poor little thing though, no panty means no touchy, so you'll just have to suffer tonight." Valentina said with a laugh.
Misty obeyed, she kept her eyes lowered, but with her face only inches from Valentina's she did her best to get as close as she could. She felt Valentina's hair rubbing across her face, and she finally caught Valentina's scent. Valentina's unique scent was very faint, but Misty found it to be a sweetness of sorts, not a sweetness that most would like, rather kind of a sickening sweetness. A scent of death and decay. Of old mausoleums perhaps. Valentina smelled of destruction to Misty, and that seemed just about the perfect scent for her, for that was exactly what Misty was seeking from the other woman, her own personal destruction.
As Misty was growing intoxicated by Valentina's scent, Valentina was continuing her gentle caresses of the girl's delicate pussy lips. Misty was so taken by Valentina that she didn't even realize that her body was shaking with need, and that she was moaning softly into Valentina's ears.
Valentina carefully placed her middle finger on Misty's perineum, and then as slowly as she could, traced the entire length of the slit between the girl's lips, ending above the clit. Misty responded with powerful shudders and loud groans of desire.
"What a delightfully wet little slit." Valentina whispered into Misty's ear.
She felt Misty's hips move slightly under her fingertip, Misty's body crying out for more touch.
"Do you like it when I touch your slit?" Valentina asked, as she traced it once again.
Misty tried to speak, but still had the leash in her mouth, so it came out as a mumble. Recognizing her trouble, she nodded her head yes.
"Good girl." Valentina whispered, as she traced Misty's opening once again. "Have you ever touched your slit like this?"
