Misty's sobbing continued all the way to Valentina's bedroom. The security man at the door let her in. Misty didn't see Valentina in the room, so she crawled to the tiles that had been set in front of the sofa, and kneeling upon them waited for the Goddess.
While she was surprised by Emilia's sudden attack, and still in pain from the vicious slaps to her face, Misty's sobbing was mainly caused by the shame she felt at her own behavior. She was deeply troubled to have disappointed Emilia, and at how easy it had been for her to forget her place as Valentina's property.
As she knelt, waiting for Valentina, she vowed that she would do better. Slowly her sobs faded to a gentle crying, and soon that passed as well. The wet streaks left on her cheeks by her tears dried, and stillness overcame Misty as she waited.
Misty heard the bedroom door open and glanced up to see Valentina entering. She was outfitted in all black leather. Heavy boots, skintight pants, and a biker style vest that showed off her very ample breasts. Her hair was heavily styled, huge and spikey, and her makeup was done in a very exaggerated style. She looked every inch the stereotypical dominatrix, and the riding crop in her hand only added to that image.
Valentina knew that they would look truly amazing together, Misty the innocent but slutty schoolgirl, her the cold and hard femdom. She couldn't wait to see the reaction to them in people's eyes.
Walking towards Misty, Valentina noticed her red puffy eyes, and her bright red cheeks. It was obvious that the girl had been crying, and that someone had found it necessary to slap her hard, repeatedly.
"I see that there have been some behavior problems while you were away from me." Valentina said.
"Yes, Goddess. I am sorry." Misty replied.
"Who saw it necessary to punish you?" Valentina asked.
"It was Emilia, I deserved it Goddess." Misty answered.
"I don't doubt that you did." Valentina said. "Emilia wouldn't punish you unless you needed it. You will find that all of my people are perfectly loyal to me. If they see anything in your behavior that they think I would find objectionable, I'm positive that they will all take it upon themselves to punish you. I've certainly encouraged them to feel free to do so."
"I will do better." Misty promised in a whisper, her head hung low.
"I know you will. Now let's go. First I want to show you around my home, then the city, I'm certain that you will love it as I do." Valentina said happily, changing the subject, and the mood.
Misty had been unsure as to how Valentina would react when she learned about her misbehavior. She thought that perhaps Valentina would be angry with her, or would choose to punish her further, but apparently Valentina determined the matter to be closed, and without further need for action on her part.
That made Misty very happy, as she was eager to have the opportunity to explore everything that Valentina planned to show her.
"You may stand." Valentina said. "It is too hard to see everything if you are down on your knees."
Misty stood and Valentina wrapped her arm around the girl's waist. Tentatively Misty reached her own arm around Valentina.
"Yes, you may hold me." Valentina said, sensing Misty's hesitation.
Holding each other closely, the two women left Valentina's bedroom. Valentina first directed Misty to the grand staircase that she had seen the night before, and together they climbed it to the third floor.
The third floor was divided into only two rooms, yet each was massive. The room facing the west boasted floor to ceiling windows, and beyond them a huge patio. The view of the lighted city below, and the Pacific Ocean beyond that was truly spectacular. The room was completely open, with only a minimal amount of scattered furniture. A large bar took up one sidewall.
"I guess you could consider this a sort of combination bar and ball room. It's where I can host large gatherings with relative ease, and it serves to keep guests fairly contained." Valentina explained.
The eastern part of the third floor was a library. In feel it could not have been more different from the ballroom. It was paneled in heavy polished wood, furnished with massive bookcases, each of which was full. Burgundy leather furniture was arranged throughout the room in small conversational areas, and a huge conference or reading table was placed right in the center.
In addition to the books, the room displayed a large collection of antique art pieces, most of them obviously pre-Hispanic in origin. As a lifelong lover of books, and a trained librarian, Misty was fascinated by the room, and all that it contained. As much as she adored spending every possible moment with Valentina, she hoped that when Valentina didn't have use for her, she would be permitted to spend at least some of those hours in this room, exploring the hidden treasures contained within its books.
"While I like to think that I can spend every waking moment using you in some way, sadly I know that such is not possible. My responsibilities to my people, and my goals for the eventual restoration of Mexico require a great deal of my time." Valentina said.
"I understand." Misty replied. Sad to be reminded of real world concerns.
"So this will become your work." Valentina said, gesturing with her arm to take in the entire room. "You are to be curator for my collections, and librarian here. Your official title will reflect those two roles; you can use that with your family and friends. Some business cards are being printed for that, along with all the other documents that are being drafted for you."
"Thank you Goddess." Misty said, thrilled that her desire had apparently been Valentina's plan all along. "I will enjoy that work very much and can't wait to become lost in your books."
"I know Misty, and I know that you will do an excellent job preserving everything I place in your care." Valentina replied, as she turned back towards the door.
