Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

He panted his reply, glad that the pain in his balls was now subsiding.

"Thank you, Madam," he said dutifully. "Thank you."

It was delightful! The contents of the parcel has been accompanied by a handwritten note from Arabella. The message was short but it contained everything in the few words that Claire could wish for. 'To a most responsive student' it had said.

The suit was made of thin black latex that clung to her body so very tightly. Claire posed before the full-length mirror in her bedroom to admire the effect, she seemed taller, erect and authoritative. The glossy material pulled over and under her breasts to lift and to separate them into desirable peaks of firmness. It clung to her buttocks to hug every contour and to leave nothing whatsoever to the imagination. It stretched across her slim waist and stomach but best of all, it pronounced the mound of her mons so nicely.

The long sleeves of the suit gave her arms a sleek yet powerful appearance and the way it clung to her slender thighs delighted her more so. In the high-heeled boots and with her hair styled harshly she had a wicked and menacing look about her. Tall, elegant and so firmly honed in all the right places she turned to admire herself, the blood-red lipstick, darker than her usual at Madam's suggestion added to the devastatingly stunning look.

"Aren't you ready yet?" Natalie's voice called through from the guest bedroom.

"Patience slut or you will incur my wrath," Claire shouted back to her excited friend.

"Over half-an hour I've been waiting to see this new outfit of yours – I'm losing any patience I might have had."

Claire smiled at her reflection. "You'll soon learn to maintain it," Claire said softly to herself.

She turned smartly and strode confidently out of the bedroom.

Natalie sat motionless on the bed, staring wide-eyed in shocked amazement, her mouth hanging open.

"Like it?" Claire asked brightly as she entered the guest room.

She turned and strutted, delighting in her friend's reaction, a wonderful tugging sensation in her vulva resulted from Natalie's deep shock.

Natalie blinked several times, her mouth closed at last and she tried to speak but no words emitted from her. She cleared her throat and came back to the present.

"Good God!" She gasped. "Is that really you Claire?"

Claire moved close, standing before the woman, her feet set wide in an arrogant stance. She loved the way Natalie's eyes flicked over her breasts then down to the tight mound of her mons and back up again. Claire turned, offering her taut buttocks for her friend's approval.

"Is that," Natalie asked hesitantly. "What you wear at the manor?"

Claire ran her delicate hands down to smooth sensually over the curve of her buttocks, her pale skin contrasting harshly against the jet black material. She caressed herself slowly for Natalie's benefit.

"Haven't yet but I will from now on."

"Incredible," Natalie sighed enviously. "I always admired your body…er…your beauty, but this…"

"Tell me!" Claire said firmly and turned back to face her. "Tell me what you see and what you like."

Natalie flushed and shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Do it!" Claire demanded.

"Well, your neat waist and hips, the way your breasts are emphasised…you look so very attractive."

Claire began striding back and forth, pacing the room to show herself to her friend.

"More!" Claire urged firmly. "Tell me what you imagine underneath the suit."

Natalie swallowed, her face was flushed, her expression simply radiated sexual arousal and excitement.

"A slim, neat body, firm and warm. Your slender thighs and tight buttocks."

"Yes!" Claire moaned aloud in deep satisfaction.

She moved again to stand close to and in front of the trembling Natalie, towering over her in a commanding and controlling manner.

Natalie cleared her throat, she continued not through obligation but through genuine delight.

"Your nipples," Her squeaky voice blurted slightly hesitantly. "So long and firm, so thrilling and inviting."

Claire moved in closer, her mons now only inches from her friend's face, her voice low and excited.

"More bitch," she demanded. "Tell me more."

Natalie was having difficulty now, her eyes roamed the tightly clad body before her, thoughts distracted her to muddled her words and she fought to construct them into a coherent sentence.

"Your body excites me…"

"Pussy!" Claire demanded. "Tell me about my pussy."

"Hairy," Natalie moaned absently. "I think it would be so hairy and soft, wet and so…"

"Bitch," Claire hissed. "Dirty little bitch! Tell me bitch what you are."

Natalie's voice was now thick and excited, low and husky as she complied.

"I'm a bitch."

"Mistress!" Claire snapped harshly. "Call me mistress!"

A low whimper of delight came from Natalie's throat then a deep groan of extreme excitement. In one move she leaned forward to grip Claire's hips in both hands and pressed her cheek against the firm mound of Claire's pussy. She clung to her suited friend hugging her admiringly.

"Mistress," she breathed lovingly and came to a thunderous orgasm that shook her body violently.

Arabella took the lead, pulling a naked servant along with a cord around his cock. Long and thin the cord was looped tightly around the shaft of his cock just below the head and his hands were bound tightly behind him.

Through the house she led him, walking fast and giving no thought to his discomfort as he struggled to keep pace with her. As she pushed through the swing doors of the small gym the servant yelped when the heavy doors swung back to hit at his shoulders; he cried out again as Arabella tugged impatiently on his leash. Without slowing she pulled across the gym to face the wall bars and hoisted the cord over one of the high spars. As she tied the cord off securely he was raised onto his toes, his hips forward to try to ease the strain on his cock. Silently Arabella raised his bound wrists high up his back and secured those also to clear his buttocks.; a rope around his neck pulling hard against his wrists.

His position was most uncomfortable and painful for each time he lowered slightly on his toes the cord stretched his cock cruelly. The precarious position threatened to unbalance him at any time to etch fear into his already pained face.

Arabella wore simply a strap that circled her waist then dipped down and between her legs to pull up harshly against her pussy and buttocks. The front of the strap was split, divided in its length to allow her hard clitoris to peak out tantalisingly. It not only allowed unrestricted access to her hard bud, but the sides of the straps rubbed and massaged it with each step or body move she made. Her nipple rings were joined by a thin chain, tautly it pulled her breasts inward together as it stretched the rings toward each other. As was normal she wore her high-heeled boots in deep shiny black that added to her height and stature.

"Tell me!" She demanded. "Tell me your failing this time."

The servant grunted his reply, clenching his teeth to try to bear the excruciating pain in his member.

"I broke a glass Madam."

Arabella walked back and forth behind him, her heels striking the wooden floor noisily and threateningly as it echoed in the room.

"You did indeed," she stated firmly. "And what is the punishment for failure?"

"Six lashes Madam," came the grunted reply.

He screamed loudly as the crop stung his bare buttocks; a savage lash that almost tipped his balance. The servant murmured his agony as the stripe of red-hot pain burned deep into his soft flesh.

"Not six!" Arabella screeched angrily. "I tire of your constant mishaps – twelve! Twelve lashes and I hope you will learn from it this time."