So something interesting happened last night. Katrina was sitting in the corner sketching me and my Pet. He was on all fours and I was sitting on his back reverse cowgirl, whipping his behind. She paused and I noticed. She had her head tilted, staring at my Pet. Here is something about Katrina for those of you that joined after her introduction. She has never been a mistress. She has never dominated anyone. She has, on occasion, allowed me to dominate her and also, on occasion, to sleep with me. The closest she has ever come to domination has been her many nights sitting in the corner of my playroom sketching, watching.
For some reason, I got the feeling last night that her interests might have changed. She was no longer sketching but just staring at my Pet's bruised body. I got off my pet, telling him to stay and walked over to her corner. I laid my whip on the table between us and just sat there, unmoving. Eventually, without a word, she picked up the whip and walked over to my Pet. I saw his eyes flicking over to me and then to her red heels. I watched as his cock strained against the chastity lock he still wears. (he hasn't told his cousin yet.) I watched Katrina test the flexibility of my whip, bending it back and without notice, snapped the back of my Pet without mercy. A slow smile spread over her face as she told my Pet to turn around and lay on his back.
I watched as she took one of my cock toys off the wall and strapped it across my Pet's hips. My mouth watered as she smacked his face and lowered herself on to the toy. I can't imagine the impotency he must of felt not being man enough with the lock on to satisfy her. She touched herself, she moaned, and she smacked him any time he tried to touch her.
My lovelies, to put it simply, she was hot.
Until next time.