VIPs in bondage – Three
“If you want to serve me, to be my slave, to be my bitch, Beyonce, you will wear my collar. Understand?”
A small nod followed by “Yes Mistress.”
The next thing she felt was a stiff, thick, leather collar being slipped around her neck and being pulled tightly, for a moment too tightly, together. A snap followed a lock and she was collared, a large silver ring the only accoutrement to the collar, hanging from the front over her neck.
“So you think you can serve me, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Slave Mariah tells me you like pleasure and pain, that you loved being her little pain-slut. Is this correct?”
“Yes Mistress” Beyonce’s voice a low gasp of anticipation.
“Then tell me what you are Beyonce, Tell Me!”
” I am your pain slut Mistress, your bitch, your slave, I want to serve you and please you Mistress.”
“Then you can please me by getting your slutty body over to that St. Andrews cross on the far wall, crawl to it like the pathetic skank you are, when you get there stand and lean on it, I will tie you to it, we will see how much you want to please me when I am thrashing you!”
