An Ordinary morning Part Seven
20:40 P.M. 23rd January 2009
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Mistress had driven fast towards her home from the club, fast but carefully. Stapleton was anxious all the way: after all, he hadn't wanted to be stopped, not when a strip search would reveal someone in his position, was wearing what he was; and certainly not with two half naked women in the car with himself.
Once they had arrived at her home on a hill over looking the city, David had held the door open with his mistress first, then for Mistress Yumi.
Although his heart was hammering through apprehension, he looked calm.
And, for a short while, he continued to do so, until his Mistress attached a leash to the collar he wore round his neck.
Then, just a short while later, both women sat before the TV, watching a DVD a drink in hand, legs outstretched, smiles on their faces.
The images of a slave being dominated by a Dominatrix delighted Yumi, moreso when she realised she was watching a `home-movie', with Celine the lead.
She glanced occasionally toward the other Mistress and Stapleton, whose back she rested her heels on. Celine looked quite serene, as she languidly smoked a cigarette, while he looked in pain. Stapleton's knee had begun to ache toward the beginning of the film, now they were a source of real pain.
Yet, he was content to endure it, for the pleasure of his Mistress.
And, although she had small feet, her boot heels were sharp, as they pressed into his back, when she adjusted her position, to turn toward Yumi.
She took the Asian's face in both hands and gently pressed them to her own.
On screen Celine had a male slave over her lap, as she spanked him till his buttocks took on a rosy hue.
Tongue's meshed and hands caressed warm flesh, as the sound of his yelps of pain filled the room.
Then slowly, Celine drew from the other woman's embrace and she looked down, to smile as she noticed the indents her heels had left in her slaves back.
She took her boots of his back and looked to Yumi.
"I think he needs a rest," she said, with a smile: "After all, he has a long night ahead."
Celine knew how best to care for her slaves and permanent damage to her property was not an option, not if her lifestyle was to continue as she liked.
Yumi drew her legs in toward herself and she snuggled into the other woman's body, as if she were on the back row of the flicks, with her beau. She felt so content.
`Just like, a cat that's enjoyed the cream.'
That thought made her smile; would she get to taste Celine's cream? She hoped so.
"Go and get into some pretty things Stapleton..." Mistress Celine instructed.
And, Stapleton stood, abashed at being so in thrall, to this woman, in front of another.
He had not been with his Goddess in the presence of another. Now this...
It was more than he'd expected, yet this was just the beginning and he knew it.
He washed, made his face up and dressed hurriedly, anxious to be with his mistress and soon Stapleton knelt before Celine, who glanced toward Yumi, her new-found friend, a light smile playing on her lips.
He was wearing the prettiest of lingerie, all expensive.
Yumi licked her top lip in a slow lascivious manner, as she watched Celine reach forward and grasp each of his nipples, between forefinger and thumb through the camisole he wore.
Wincing at the sweet pain, David's eyes opened wide, as a raging fireball formed inside his chest. He wanted to pee.
"What have I done for you, slave?" Celine hissed.
Stapleton wanted to yell, as she continued to twist his engorged flesh, digging her nails into his skin. But, he knew what to say.
"You have awakened my needs, Mistress," he told Celine.
It was true. Since that first meeting when she had piqued his curiosity when she had said what her profession was, Stapleton had been fascinated by her.
Now here he was, pleasing her voracious appetite for pain and pleasure, with his submission.
`What more could I want?' he mused, aroused as he was.