All characters depicted are eighteen or over.
I entered the door with the sign, "WHORE", on the outside. The woman I had come to worship, was down the hallway. I knew I would be sleeping alone tonight.
It was a large room, with a King sized bed, and en suite bathroom.
It was quite beautiful, with plenty of built in wardrobes, a mirrored dressing table, and subtle lighting. It was spotlessly clean.
I opened one of the wardrobes. The array of clothes and shoes was astonishing.
There were beautiful dresses, evening outfits, skirts, blouses, and lots of uniforms. School uniforms of various colours, with matching ties. There were maid's outfits, nurse's outfits, even a policewoman's outfit.
I opened some of the drawers. They were full of an assortment of underwear, some sexy, some not. There were stockings, pull ups and suspender belts, along with a selection of tights of all different colours. In short, there was everything imaginable, for every taste.
I went through each wardrobe and drawer. Astounding. Clearly, Miss Davis had more going on in this house, than I even imagined. If downstairs was the pain room, then clearly, this was for pleasure. This house really was, a one stop shop.
I dimmed the light, and climbed into bed. My buttocks were sore, but my pussy was, for once, totally satisfied.
I began thinking about Miss Davis.
Was she pure evil? She was definitely a sadist, but, had she a softer side? If so, I hadn't seen it yet. Was she totally cruel, or was it all to sate her sexual appetite?
All I knew was, I would do literally anything to please her.
Anything.
I fell asleep with absolutely no idea, how her reaction would be in the morning.
When she had left me over the table, she had carried my over night bag into this room. In it, was my school uniform.
Tomorrow would be the last time I would wear it at school, but it would still get plenty of use, in the future.
The sound of Miss Davis showering in her bathroom, woke me up. I would have loved to have been soaping her gorgeous body.
I too, took a shower, washed my hair, dried it, and put it into a ponytail. I put on some make up and chose one of the clearly, very expensive perfumes.
I dabbed a little on my neck, checked myself in the mirror, and ventured downstairs.
I had no idea what I was going into. Was she going to be, dare I say it, pleasant, or be the Queen Bitch I knew her to be?
I half expected her to be in casual clothes.
Not Miss Davis.
I walked into the kitchen. As always, she took my breath away. She was wearing a red see through negligee, white panties, heels, and no bra.
I gazed at her beautiful breasts. I wanted desperately to suck them.
She looked at me.
"My, my, don't we look smart?"
Her blond curly hair was hanging down. As always, she was immaculately made up, as always, she smelled amazing.
"I love a girl in uniform," she purred. She walked towards me and lifted my skirt. She gazed at my panties.
"Regulation. Good girl." She cupped my pussy, then pulled away.
I was at her mercy. An eighteen year old schoolgirl, completely in awe, of this thirty four year old goddess.
"I have a business proposition for you. Knowing that you are a whore, I feel pretty sure, you'll accept. We'll talk over coffee."
"Thank you Miss."
