VIPs in bondage – Five

Her hair was pulled back sharply on her face giving her a fierce, stern look and her dark eyes gazed with menace at the car and it’s occupants. She strutted across to the car and tapped the crop against the driver’s window.

“Get out!” she snapped.

Beyonce stayed exactly as she was, the command was obviously directed at the driver. The chauffeur stepped out of the front door and stood before the raging mad Latino lady. They removed their cap and a bundle of luxurious, mousy brown hair fell away from under it and to reveal that it was another of Mistress Whitney’s subs, Mariah Carey. Jennifer had known that Whitney had ordered her to drive Beyonce over and told her that if she was late then Jennifer could punish her as she saw fit. So had she driven slowly on purpose? Well she had certainly had plenty of time to get her.

The leather clad Dominatrix strutted forward and got right up in Mariah’s face and snarled at her.

“Your Mistress told me if you fucked up I could punish you, you know that?”