Miss is beautiful and she is judging me. Black latex clings to Her flesh and highlights every curve of her figure, and the opening displays delicious cleavage. I came to interview for a bookkeeping job. Mistress did not tell me Miss Avignon was a Dominant. She told me Miss needed an accountant. So I dressed for a job interview. I chose practical heels, a well-fitting business suit, a blouse and wore simple makeup, and a bra. An ordinary bra, designed to make me less sexual, to hide the nipples I feel stiffening as I behold Her. I sought to appear as the professional I am when at work.
Still, I am a submissive and in the presence of such a Goddess, my training says I should kneel. But I did not come in worship. Still, my posture is formal with arms held at my sides, shoulders back to maximize the breasts, whose appeal I had sought to minimize.
“I know several of the women you put down as references, socially.” Her comment is offhand but it perks my interest. “Mistress Salome, for example. How do you know Her?”
“Mistress Salome is my Owner.”
“I see.” Miss Avignon studies me for a time, pencil tip presses to Her full lips. “Salome is not known for restricting Her girls,” she says, studying my resume. “Does this mean you offer other services?”
“My professional services are my professional services, and for them, I expect appropriate compensation. Other services may be available, but strictly for our mutual pleasure. And of course, I shall keep no secrets from my Mistress.”
“I wouldn’t dream of asking that of you.” Miss smiles at me for the first time. “You shall be my accountant at your requested rates. That work I shall explain tomorrow. At this moment your other services have piqued my interest. I assume you wore panties?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“In my home, girls wear no undergarments I have not provided. Did Mistress Salome provide your wardrobe?”
“No, Miss Avignon.”
“I did not think She would dress you in anything so prosaic. Remove your panties for me.”
I blush. for what I would have chosen had I known I would appear before another Dominant in anything but my best. I lift my knee-length skirt and display my mound as I hook my fingers under pale blue cotton and yank my panties down. take them all the way down, stepping out of them and sheepishly gathering them to hand over for inspection
Miss lifts my panties to Her nose for a long sniff. “A lovely scent. I think someone has become aroused.” She stands now, and in her heels towers over me. She takes my panties and stuffs them into my mouth. I taste the cotton and the scent of my own moistening cunt. “Bend over and show me your buttocks.”
Of course, I comply, bending and holding my ankles.
“I can’t very well send you back home to Your Mistress without at least one story to tell.” She raises my skirt. “Pale and pristine. Salome hasn’t flogged you in a while has she?”
I shake my head. It’s hard to talk with your mouth full of panties.
“Let’s give you little color then.” Miss opens a wardrobe. My Mistress has many toys, but few compared to what I see inside. So many options. So many ways to punish and pleasure me. I shiver as she chooses a blue flogger. The tines are soft and wide tinted, a good choice for beginning and I coo as the soft leather is draped over my skin.
“Hold steady,” she says. “Bend and brace yourself with your hands on your thighs.”
Tingling, I comply as my skirt is fully lifted. I hear her breathing and the clock of her heels on the floor. Soft leather tines are draped across my buttocks, and the feeling thrills me. And then the touch is gone. There is another pause then the whistling sound of leather in the air and the tines crack upon my bottom. I feel myself quivering, and my cunt begins to leak.
