VIPs in bondage – Five
“On your knees!” , Beyonce obeyed while Jennifer admired her body some more.
Once she was on her knees before her, Jennifer produced a diamond encrusted leash and snapped it onto the collar. As she started to move and the leash tightened as the slack was taken up Jennifer walked her new slave towards the elevator.
The lift was an expensive affair, opulent with a red velvet surface trimmed with gold painted edges. Jenny’s long finger pressed the single button on it’s wall and it slowly drew itself upwards. All the time Beyonce kept her eyes to the polished floor, nervously excited about what may happen next. The journey up did not take long and the doors slid open easily and the Mistress marched out pulling her new slave behind her. This residence was Jennifer Lopez’s hidden city home, that few people knew even existed, she always arrived and left in a car with blacked out windows and always got out hidden in the depths of the garage. This was where she punished her superstar slaves.
They moved along a sparsely furnished hallway, past several unmarked doors, Beyonce’s imagination running wild as to what could be going on behind them. It wasn’t long before Jennifer came to a halt and pushed open a door to her left and led Beyonce inside. It was a harshly lit and brightly clean room with nearly no furniture or features visible except a high wooden chair set smack band in the centre of the room. At least it resembled a rocking chair, but as they got closer Bee could clearly see it had a few major differences from a normal chair. For a start the seat was more of a saddle and sticking up out of the centre were two fierce looking plastic dildos, one extremely long and one stubbier but much wider. Wooden armrests ran parallel to the seat with leather straps attached. Similar straps were on the wooden legs while a series of rope pulleys hung above it. Beyonce stared at the equipment in a mix of awe and anticipation.