Her ass was perfectly proportioned - smooth, heart-shaped, and tanned to a dark brown.Her ass was perfectly proportioned - smooth, heart-shaped, and tanned to a dark brown. On her chest, she wore a harness unlike anything he had ever seen. Shiny steel rings circled each of her firm tits, and were connected by leather straps. Other straps went over her shoulders and encircled her torso. They met at another ring in the back, and a strap went to the top of each boot, crossing over her asscheeks as the went. She wore a wide, studded bitch collar around her neck. In her gloved hands she carried a riding crop, a slave collar, a leash, a piece of chain, and another leather strap with an open lock on one end. The strap had several holes punched in it, each strengthened by a steel grommet. She set all but the riding crop down by his left foot. "Wow! She's fuckin' hot!!" Jeff thought. Brandishing the crop, she said, "From now until midnight, you will call me 'Mistress Linda'. Understand, slave?" "Yes," Jeff said. The crop landed on his inner thigh just below his balls. The smack and sting reminded Jeff to answer correctly. "Yes, Mistress Linda!" he corrected himself. "That's better, slave. Don't forget again, or I might not aim so care- fully," Linda said, resting her crop on his balls. The touch made him flinch, ever so slightly, but she noticed, and a sardonic smile flickered across her lips. Jeff felt his dick becoming hard as she watched him lying on the bed. |