VIPs in bondage – Three

A soft “No Mistress Mariah.”

In an instant Mariah changed, her face hardened and darkened and her soft stroking of Beyonce’s hair changed suddenly to a hard pull on it and in a low, threatening voice she spoke.

“You’d better fucking not, slave!” and she held Beyonce’s shocked gaze.

The intense moment was broken when Whitney’s butler, Jenks, came to snootily inform them to come to the anti-chamber. This room outside one of Whitney’s dungeons was cold and damp, dark and oppressive. Both Beyonce and Mariah knelt in silence once Jenks left, both pondering Mariah’s earlier threat. Beyonce had winced as Halle had viciously caned Mariah the night before due to Beyonce’s failings. She did not want to let her down again.

Minutes passed before Jenks returned with Halle Berry, naked, she smiled nastily at Mariah before kneeling beside her and within the seconds the large wooden door all three waited on, swung open.

Whitney Houston exited first looking stunning in a bright scarlet, figure hugging cat-suit. She was wearing an impossible set of spike heeled boots in matching red and in her right hand held a curled up bull whip and in her left a leash. She comes further out and we see that attached to the leash is a silver collar fitted tightly around the sexy little neck of Christina Milian.