Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

lens, which clearly only allowed a very distorted image of the world to

slip through. Her mistress looked to be in her early fifties and her

slave looked as if she had been hers for a long, long time.

The slave walking behind the master looked like a strange mirror image

of the other. She had been shaped in exactly the same way, only her skin

was a beautiful brown color and her corset, hood and boots were made

from white leather. Although I couldn't be sure, her skin looked a

little younger than that of the other three, but it was quite clear that

she too had been a slave for a long, long time.

There were no leashes or other strings connecting the slaves to the

master/mistress couple and yet they followed in perfect mincing lockstep

two steps behind them, turning when their owners did and stopping when

they did too.

I would have loved it if Daddy had stopped and gotten their story, but

he and Mistress Rowena were headed for the back along with a great

number of the other pairs. The ones headed towards the back clearly

tended to the more extreme couples and I began to get very nervous and

very excited about what was going to happen. Feeling Mistress Rowena's

strap-on inside was going to hurt like hell, but I knew that deep down

inside I was going to love it.

Daddy and Mistress Rowena soon found what they were looking for; a

spacious back room that was already being used for some quite extreme

displays. At the door were a couple of bouncers, both of whom looked at

me as if they'd like to take so hard that I bled, making sure that only

the most extreme passed. This was clearly not Vanillaville.

Inside were several smaller enclosures where some pretty severe

punishments were already under way. Daddy and Mistress Rowena stopped at

one and Daddy pushed me to the front so that he was sure I could see

what went on. He laid his hand possessively on my ass and whispered: "I

bet you'd love for me to do this to you, right?" I looked forward and