VIPs in bondage – Three

“Slave Mariah, kiss your charge good luck then leave us. You may return at four for her – if she lasts!”

Mariah knew what kind of kiss Whitney demanded and she turned towards Beyonce and locked her big red lips onto the younger slaves and let her tongue explore her mouth, searching out Beyonce’s tongue and massaging it roughly with her’s. The snog lasted a whole minute and as Mariah disengaged her lips a trail of saliva spilled from Beyonce’s mouth and lay, glistening on her pert breasts. Without further comment Mariah arose and left the room, leaving just Beyonce and the menacing figure of Whitney Houston.

Whitney reached down and took a big handful of Beyonce’s hair, tightened her grip then led her newest slave through the open door and into the dark opening to her dungeon. It was a dark room that, because of the dim red lighting that surrounded it in shadows, appeared much larger than it actually was. Various implements and features were scattered throughout the room and Beyonce had every reason to expect they would be put to good use on her body that afternoon. Whitney released her grip on Beyonce in the centre of the room and turned to close the door. Beyonce felt strong, powerful hands encircle her neck and stiff fingers roughly massage her.