"Patience slut or you will incur my wrath," Claire shouted back to her excited friend.
"Over half-an hour I've been waiting to see this new outfit of yours – I'm losing any patience I might have had."
Claire smiled at her reflection. "You'll soon learn to maintain it," Claire said softly to herself.
She turned smartly and strode confidently out of the bedroom.
Natalie sat motionless on the bed, staring wide-eyed in shocked amazement, her mouth hanging open.
"Like it?" Claire asked brightly as she entered the guest room.
She turned and strutted, delighting in her friend's reaction, a wonderful tugging sensation in her vulva resulted from Natalie's deep shock.
Natalie blinked several times, her mouth closed at last and she tried to speak but no words emitted from her. She cleared her throat and came back to the present.
"Good God!" She gasped. "Is that really you Claire?"
Claire moved close, standing before the woman, her feet set wide in an arrogant stance. She loved the way Natalie's eyes flicked over her breasts then down to the tight mound of her mons and back up again. Claire turned, offering her taut buttocks for her friend's approval.
"Is that," Natalie asked hesitantly. "What you wear at the manor?"
Claire ran her delicate hands down to smooth sensually over the curve of her buttocks, her pale skin contrasting harshly against the jet black material. She caressed herself slowly for Natalie's benefit.
"Haven't yet but I will from now on."
"Incredible," Natalie sighed enviously. "I always admired your body…er…your beauty, but this…"
"Tell me!" Claire said firmly and turned back to face her. "Tell me what you see and what you like."
Natalie flushed and shifted a little uncomfortably.
"Do it!" Claire demanded.
"Well, your neat waist and hips, the way your breasts are emphasised…you look so very attractive."
Claire began striding back and forth, pacing the room to show herself to her friend.
"More!" Claire urged firmly. "Tell me what you imagine underneath the suit."
Natalie swallowed, her face was flushed, her expression simply radiated sexual arousal and excitement.
"A slim, neat body, firm and warm. Your slender thighs and tight buttocks."
"Yes!" Claire moaned aloud in deep satisfaction.
She moved again to stand close to and in front of the trembling Natalie, towering over her in a commanding and controlling manner.
Natalie cleared her throat, she continued not through obligation but through genuine delight.
"Your nipples," Her squeaky voice blurted slightly hesitantly. "So long and firm, so thrilling and inviting."
Claire moved in closer, her mons now only inches from her friend's face, her voice low and excited.
"More bitch," she demanded. "Tell me more."
Natalie was having difficulty now, her eyes roamed the tightly clad body before her, thoughts distracted her to muddled her words and she fought to construct them into a coherent sentence.
"Your body excites me…"
"Pussy!" Claire demanded. "Tell me about my pussy."
"Hairy," Natalie moaned absently. "I think it would be so hairy and soft, wet and so…"
"Bitch," Claire hissed. "Dirty little bitch! Tell me bitch what you are."
Natalie's voice was now thick and excited, low and husky as she complied.
"I'm a bitch."
"Mistress!" Claire snapped harshly. "Call me mistress!"
A low whimper of delight came from Natalie's throat then a deep groan of extreme excitement. In one move she leaned forward to grip Claire's hips in both hands and pressed her cheek against the firm mound of Claire's pussy. She clung to her suited friend hugging her admiringly.
"Mistress," she breathed lovingly and came to a thunderous orgasm that shook her body violently.
Arabella took the lead, pulling a naked servant along with a cord around his cock. Long and thin the cord was looped tightly around the shaft of his cock just below the head and his hands were bound tightly behind him.
Through the house she led him, walking fast and giving no thought to his discomfort as he struggled to keep pace with her. As she pushed through the swing doors of the small gym the servant yelped when the heavy doors swung back to hit at his shoulders; he cried out again as Arabella tugged impatiently on his leash. Without slowing she pulled across the gym to face the wall bars and hoisted the cord over one of the high spars. As she tied the cord off securely he was raised onto his toes, his hips forward to try to ease the strain on his cock. Silently Arabella raised his bound wrists high up his back and secured those also to clear his buttocks.; a rope around his neck pulling hard against his wrists.
His position was most uncomfortable and painful for each time he lowered slightly on his toes the cord stretched his cock cruelly. The precarious position threatened to unbalance him at any time to etch fear into his already pained face.
Arabella wore simply a strap that circled her waist then dipped down and between her legs to pull up harshly against her pussy and buttocks. The front of the strap was split, divided in its length to allow her hard clitoris to peak out tantalisingly. It not only allowed unrestricted access to her hard bud, but the sides of the straps rubbed and massaged it with each step or body move she made. Her nipple rings were joined by a thin chain, tautly it pulled her breasts inward together as it stretched the rings toward each other. As was normal she wore her high-heeled boots in deep shiny black that added to her height and stature.
"Tell me!" She demanded. "Tell me your failing this time."
The servant grunted his reply, clenching his teeth to try to bear the excruciating pain in his member.
"I broke a glass Madam."
Arabella walked back and forth behind him, her heels striking the wooden floor noisily and threateningly as it echoed in the room.
"You did indeed," she stated firmly. "And what is the punishment for failure?"
"Six lashes Madam," came the grunted reply.
He screamed loudly as the crop stung his bare buttocks; a savage lash that almost tipped his balance. The servant murmured his agony as the stripe of red-hot pain burned deep into his soft flesh.
"Not six!" Arabella screeched angrily. "I tire of your constant mishaps – twelve! Twelve lashes and I hope you will learn from it this time."
"Oh God," the servant mumbled and braced himself.
Arabella's voice was soft and mocking, she bent close to his ear to say the words.
"He can't help you now, you will suffer for your clumsiness."
She stepped back away from him, raised the crop high above her shoulder and brought it down hard on his buttocks. Scream after scream reverberated around the gym as Madam laid the lashes on him. In a furious assault of sheer anger she swung the crop again and again. Arabella grunted with pleasure at each stroke she gave him, the satisfying smack of leather on his bare body and the pulling of the strap between her legs. It drove her to higher and higher planes of arousal that brought her close to the brink of orgasm itself. She paused, panting hard and composing herself to allow her rising orgasm to subside.
His white flesh was stained; wide red stripes raised welts on his backside, deeply coloured bruising that bore testament to the savagery of the beating. He was murmuring incoherently in his agony, struggling now to maintain his upright stance and in imminent danger of falling.
Madam released the cord attached to his cock, a great and grateful sigh of relief came from him as she did so. She freed too his hands, allowing the numbed limbs to fall uselessly to his sides.
"Down!" She barked in command. "Down on all fours."
The man was confused and dazed, the stinging pain still rushing through his body and mind. Another hard lash of the crop across his back helped urge him into the required position.
Madam straddled him, sitting astride his back in a riding position; her erect clitoris located against the hard bone of his spine. She began jerking her hips, rubbing herself against him. His warm body gripped between her thighs and her wet, open pussy pressing down on his skin. Arabella rode him frantically, gripping his hair as reins for purchase as she took her pleasure. Her back was arched, her chest out, her head fell back and she grunted with each urgent thrust of her body. Faster and faster she spurred him with her hips, her hard clitoris sensing the wonderful feel of him on her intimate parts.