"So what? Have you made friends with your new little room yet?" Mistress Veronica asked, playing with the gloves she was holding in her hands.
"Yes my Mistress. A very pleasant place," replied the scared maidservant.
Mistresses looked at each other and smiled. Slowly, they began to put black leather gloves on their left hands right next to the maidservant kneeling in front of them. They looked down at her, smiling all the time. Maidservant was enjoying the aroma of expensive leather. Mistresses, from time to time, touched her face with their fluttering gloves, which further aroused the maidservant's excitement.
The room was quiet. Only the gentle sound of putting on two pairs of gloves was heard, intertwined with the delicate sounds of clicking heels of the boots as Mistresses jumped from one foot to the next. Mistress Veronica broke the silence turning to her daughter:
"My gloves put on tightly, and yours?"
"Mine too ... they are closely matched ... but I like them," said Mistress Isabelle, stretching hers.
"Me too. That's what I meant when I bought them yesterday in the shopping gallery. I like it when the glove tightly fits to my hand. It shouldn't be too loose, because then it hangs sloppy," said Mistress Veronica, stretching it.
"But you know, tight gloves mean that you need to put them on longer and more accurately on your hands so that they fit well. However, it takes some time," said Mistress Isabelle, putting the right one on her hand.
"Yes, they have to be put on longer," Mistress Veronica confirmed, doing the same actions as her daughter, "But who would care, my dear, after all we have so much time and nothing is chasing us."
"You're right, mom," said Mistress Isabelle, admiring her palms. "It's about time for our maidservant to ask her Mistresses to have a little fun and slap her face. After all, that's why we met here. What do you think, mom?"
"Yes, because I can see that she is probably getting bored. And there is nothing worse than a bored maidservant without any chores. Maidservant cannot be bored, she has to do obediently her chores all the time."
"Come on, ask your Mistresses to have some fun and slap your face. Just ask nicely and make an effort and say something more than just the word "please", show that even a maidservant can be a little intelligent," Mistress Isabelle ordered, grabbing and pulling the maidservant's hair.
"Yes, but only a little, because intelligence is reserved for real Ladies like us."
Mistresses laughed, then remaining smiling, leaned gloved hands on their sides on their waist and waited, gently clicking the soles of their boots on the floor as if showing their impatience.
"Well ... maidservant ... what are you still waiting for, huh? ... your Mistresses are starting to get impatient a little." Mistress Veronica said in a clearly commanding tone.
Maidservant, kneeling in front of her Mistresses, looked down at the booted feet of her Ladies and began her short speech.
"My dearest Mistresses ... I would like to apologize to you for my behavior today that ... sometimes you had to get angry at me ... Please my Mistresses, as part of my penance, make have fun and slap my face hard."
This speech was followed by a moment of silence that was broken by Mistress Isabelle.
"You must have forgotten something," she said to the maidservant, putting gloved palms under her face, ready to kiss them.
Maidservant wanted to take the beautiful palms of her Mistress in her hands when suddenly she got her fingers smashed by her Mistress.
"Get your hands off my palms. Yet I didn't let you touch them. You allow yourself too much. Your ugly paws will never experience the pleasure of touching this wonderful leather. You only have to gently kiss my fingertips so as not to get them dirty."
"Honestly, I don't know if even kissing is too much a privilege for her, honey," Mistress Veronica interjected.
"Why do you think so, mom?"
"She can stain our beautiful expensive gloves with her saliva."
"Don't worry, Mom. She won't do it. She knows that it is not worth for her. Believe me, it is not worth for her."
"Not worth?"
"Yes. In the past it happened once when she asked for a faceslapping and stained my gloves with her saliva, then she got her face slapped very hard. She knows that she can't even kiss them. If I order her to kiss my hands, I mean such an almost contactless peck."
"Oh, you calmed me down, baby. So I can be calm about my gloves," Mistress Veronica sighed admiring her palms.
"Relax, mom, don't worry."
Then both Mistresses put all their palms to the maidservant's face so that she "kissed" them. Maidservant, according to the Mistress Isabelle guidelines, pecked every palm almost without touch four times, thanking four times and saying "thank you Mistress".
Mistresses looked at each other first, and then, smiling, looked at the maidservant from above. Mistress Isabelle stretched her right glove a few more times, then grabbed the maidservant's chin, squeezing her cheeks tightly and raising her head up.
"You're lucky today that your Mistresses are in a good mood because we celebrate my birthday," said Mistress Isabelle, starting to slap the maidservant's face with her gloved hands.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!
"So your Mistresses will be kind to you today ...
SLAP! SLAP!!
"And they won't slap your face too much for punishment ...
SLAP! SLAP!!
"And they'll just have a little fun ...
SLAP!!
"And they only will stroke your cheeks," Mistress Isabelle finished, but she continued to increase her faceslapping strength.
SLAP!!
"Yes, I agree with you my love," added Mistress Veronica, also stretching her gloves and joining the maidservant's faceslapping.
SLAP!!
"Her Mistresses will get her used to their fun slowly ...
SLAP! SLAP!!
"They will have a lot of time for their fun ...
SLAP!!
"So they don't have to hurry ...
SLAP!!
"And all the more unnecessary effort."
SLAP!!
"Yes, especially since her Mistresses are Ladies," added Mistress Isabelle.
SLAP! SLAP!!
"And Ladies slap face gracefully and with charm, but effectively make the maidservant feel both physical and mental pain," added Mistress Veronica.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!!
Over the next few minutes, the maidservant's faceslapping sound was heard, combined with the mocking laughter of her arrogant Mistresses and the clicking of their boots as they moved and changed their positions as they slapped her face.
Mistress Veronica, although she slapped face for the first time, did it very professionally. She behaved as if she were an experienced dominatrix. She knew what force to hit, at what angle. She knew how to set the face of the maidservant properly so that it had the right effect. She knew when to raise the maidservant chin and look into her eyes smiling.
After a few minutes of continuous faceslapping, which made the maidservant tears, smiling and happy with their result, Mistresses stopped for a moment, wanting to see the effect of their fun.
Mistresses stretched their gloves, then grabbed the maidservant's hair, gripped it firmly, and began to watch the faceslapping effect by shaking the maidservant's head once to the left once to the right.
"Hmm, you know my dear, I didn't know that such the ugly face after a few faceslaps could be so red, the more so because after all we didn't slap her hard at all, right? We are very delicate and sensitive women," said Mistress Veronica. "I have to tell you I'm impressed with our work, and you?"
"I fully agree with you, mom. As you can see, we don't need much effort, and we can relax not bad and relieve our stress and emotions. I wonder what our maidservant thinks about it. Maybe she would present us her impressions after your debut. You would have to ask her and you can still have some fun. I will be happy to look at the side and not disturb you."
