Mistress Erica tutted to herself as she looked over the wall of tools in front of her. Items that she knew very well in her craft, from crops to whips to paddles, it was like being a kid in a toy shop, picking out which toys she wanted to play with when she went back into the other room. Selecting a black riding crop, Erica gave a couple experimental swings, listening to the swishing sound as the crop soared through the air. Satisfied, she walked into the next room where her victim was.
Mistress Antonia was currently secured in place with leather cuffs buckled around her gloved wrists and booted ankles, securing her to a St. Andrews Cross in the centre of the room. She glared at Erica with uncontained fury as her rival dominatrix entered the room. Erica smiled as she watched the other woman strain and struggle against the cuffs but she knew better than anyone that she wasn’t going anywhere. The fiery Latina was dressed in a leather minidress with a low neck to tease her breasts, along with stockings, thigh high black leather boots, and long opera length gloves. Erica felt a flicker of jealousy run through her as she looked at Antonia’s heaving breasts, looking very enticing surrounded by black leather.
Mistress Erica herself was currently in a black leather catsuit with a keyhole cutout to tease her breasts, with matching black leather opera gloves and thigh high boots. As she slowly stalked up to her prisoner, Antonia unleashed a series of curses at her. These curses were of course, completely unintelligible courtesy of the several inch long rubber cock that was currently filling her mouth and held in place by a panel that was buckled around her head, ensuring what was probably Antonia’s first time ever sucking on a cock. Not to worry, soon she would be trained up and more than willing to accept cock from anyone as a slave. But until then, she was unbroken and strong willed and the former dominatrix would now be locked in a battle of wills with her hated rival. Erica sauntered up to the younger dominatrix, former dominatrix she corrected herself, and with one gloved hand, began to stroke up and down the body of her captive. “There will always be time for pain.” She whispered as she slapped the crop against Antonia’s thigh, eliciting a grunt from her captive. “But that comes later. First we play.”
Placing the crop down on the table, Erica walked around behind the cross to pick up a leather collar and a padlock. Walking back in front of her victim, she held up the collar with a glint in her eyes as she watched Antonia’s reaction. It was instantaneous, how hard she began to struggle and scream into the gag but spreadeagle as she was, there was no stopping the collar as it was buckled around her neck and padlocked in place. Despite the humiliation of being collared, she still kept her head held high and met Erica’s stare evenly. Oh it would be such a pleasure to eventually break her.
Erica took her time after collaring the bitch. Leather gloved hands going up one booted leg, enjoying the leather on leather feeling, then back down the other leg. All the while Antonia continued to protest, straining against the cuffs, the padlocks making rattling metallic sounds as she flexed and strained against them. It was cute how much she was resisting, when in reality she had no hope in getting free at all.
She had all the time in the world to play with her new toy. A vibrator soon came out, pressed against Antonia’s crotch, and then against her own as she brought pleasure to both women. Antonia refused to beg for orgasm, keeping her head high and doing her best to resist the primal urges of her body as the vibrator drove her insides wild. The steel required to resist was admirable, then again Erica expected nothing less of the haughty Latina.
Soon the vibrator went away and Erica removed her gloves, allowing her manicured fingers to stroke every part of Antonia. The front zipper on her minidress was pulled down, exposing her large breasts that Erica so gleefully gripped in each hand and squeezed. The feeling of flesh and leather beneath her hands was intoxicating as she wandered all over her prisoner. Erica planted a kiss on Antonia’s lips over the gag. “Don’t want you getting too bored, my sweet.”
Crouching down, Erica’s hands next went underneath her victim’s skirt, finding her moist panties and grinning before her experienced fingers went to work with her pleasure centre. Erica laughed at how Antonia writhed under her hands before her victim stiffened in place. Wondering what was wrong, Erica stood back up before she heard a voice behind her. “Playtime’s over bitch.” And the world went black.