She was even slightly taller than Helga though not quite so busty or brawny.She was even slightly taller than Helga though not quite so busty or brawny. Her elegantly coiffured blonde hair shimmered with a ghostly silver flame about her face. Her features were Celtic fresh and her smile was lovely, though measured. Her eyes were absolutely riveting. They seemed less like eyes than like blank windows, out of which peered a lost little girl. Her lithe, womanly figure could have not been better sculpted by Michelangelo and she used it well as she undulated toward them. Her stunning costume of black leotards, thigh length boots & leather gloves impressed the wide-eyed girls. She stopped in the middle of the room and slapped her riding crop against her boot with another sharp crack. Terry & Sue were jerked out of their stupor and Terry, who was still terribly confused, stepped in front of Sue and glared defiantly at their hostess. With her feet planted firmly on the floor and her breasts thrust forward, the young blonde captive presented quite a spectacle herself. The Mistress rested her riding crop in her free hand and gave the spunky slave an appreciative glance. "MMMMMM" she said in a low, velvet purr which was soft as a butterfly. "You are Theresa McArdle." The Mistress was suitably impressed. Sue moved forward to stand beside her friend. "And you must be Susan Hart." Her voice was so soft that they could hardly hear her. They nodded toward their hostess in unison. "I am Lady Miranda Thorne. You may think of me as the owner of this castle and your employer, but soon you will come to know me as your Mistress. I shall treat you carefully and lovingly for the next few months, but I shall indeed have control over your existence. |