VIPs in bondage – Four

She had the distinct feeling she was being observed as she stood there waiting and it seemed an eternity before the door opened, she swallowed and braced herself for the day to come. The door was opened by Mariah Carey, dressed in a tiny French Maids outfit that barely contained her mammoth breasts. She held out a silver platter to Jennifer and smiled knowingly as Jennifer picked up the note from the tray.

It read:

“Greeting slave, your day of service to me begins now. You will strip naked and give my ‘maid’ your clothes. Once you are naked you will fall to your knees and accept what happens. Do not step inside the house, you will do all this on the steps. Mistress Whitney”

Under Mariah’s openly mocking gaze Jennifer reluctantly did as the note said and got through it by thinking of what she would do with Beyonce when she had her. As she shed her black, lacy panties and finally stood stark naked on the chilly step and handed them to maid Mariah she sank to her knees before her., God how embarrassing, this dumb bimbo was just a submissive and she was kneeling before her and showing her her perfect body. And it was perfect, all that dancing had given her the perfect figure, a pert pair of tits, a slender, toned stomach and of course, her amazing booty.