VIPs in bondage – Three

Beyonce began to crawl across the stone floor, her head down in subservience and her immaculate hair falling by her. Whitney took a moment to fully watch the athletic and supple body slink across the room like a jungle cat, oh she was going to enjoy this afternoon.

Having crawled to the imposing structure of the red and black painted heavy wooden cross Beyonce stretched up to her feet and sensuously stretched her frame across it, her long arms and legs following the contours of the shape perfectly. More than anything Beyonce wanted to slip her fingers into her sopping wet pussy and frig herself, she was getting so turned on by this but she knew it would likely enrage her new Mistress. Beyonce took time to reflect as Whitney moved behind her and used ropes on the cross to restrain her wrists and ankles, that this feeling had been what was missing from her life. This feeling of belonging to someone wholly, entirely and of being dominated and abused. Beyonce had never felt as excited and turned on as she had in this last week and knew she could never return to her previous self, she would have to belong to someone else, someone who took as much pleasure dishing out the punishment as Beyonce took in receiving it. Someone like Whitney Houston??.