VIPs in bondage – Four

Jennifer was astounded and unusually for her, lost for words. This was a ridiculous clause, she was a Domme herself, she didn’t submit to anyone, far less a fellow Mistress. No, it was too ridiculous, and yet why was she not saying no. her actions betrayed that she was really thinking it over and looking over Whitney’s shiny shoulder and seeing Beyonce on her knees and eagerly licking out Halle’s Berry’s pussy while Christina Milian lashed her with a strap was the straw that broke her.

“All right, but no one hears of it from here, no other mistress can know, it’s just between us, and only one day then I get Beyonce. Right” she spoke trying to convince herself of it’s merits.

“As you say. I’ll call you to arrange a suitable time, OK?” and Whitney Houston turned on her heel and walked away with the biggest smile across the width of her face.

*

One month later and on a dull, grey Saturday morning Jennifer Lopez drove up to Whitney’ country mansion in her sports car and slid on the gravel up to the main entrance. In a white business suit and with her hair pulled tightly back on her head, her heart was beating fast and she had the worst case of butterflies in her stomach that she could ever remember. Slamming the car door shut she ascended the stone steps and rang the doorbell.