Description
Our Story Begins:
The slender quirt, studded with needlesharp, vicious spikes, whistled through the morning air and cracked into the rounded, luscious, quivering ass of Colette, the Baroness Melichamp’s upstairs maid.
The baroness, furiously wielding the quirt, was an Amazonian woman; towering well over six feet tall in her six inch spike tip heels, expensive looking, pampered, beautiful and frostily aloof. She had the haughty and arrogant beauty that only the true aristocrats seem to possess. Long shimmering raven locks cascaded down over her ivory white shoulders, spilling in glory over the rippling upper slopes of her mammoth, thrusting breasts, the hair riding and spilling thru the air with the action of her body.
A close inspection would reveal cold and calculating eyes, and a diabolical smile upon the vibrating, twitching lips.
The great jiggling mass of her alabaster flesh was scarcely contained by her scanty garments. She wore an exciting black costume, one that would meet the requirements of her meeting with her “Bondage Boutique” group, due to be held that very evening:
At the thought of that meeting all of the juices in her huge and wild pussy cave began to stir into churning and spilling action. The whipping, the bondage, the dark and evil domination. It was the evil spice that she lived for, a vile and bitter nectar that sustained her selfish and heartless existence.
She let her flesh quiver and shake within the exciting confines of her costume. Her mid-section was crushed in the wasp-waisted embrace of a shiny, black leather corset, pinching her waist in to an incredible degree. Her huge, bouncing, and big nippled breasts were emphasized and highlighted in all their glory by the constricting action of the corset, which set off the great sweep of her upper torso above the crushed in smallness of the bound waist. Long, pencil-thin garter straps deliciously coursed over the flawless white smoothness of the flaring hips. They anchored to the stretched tops of ——-
