His wife, Mistress Muanda often told people, “You really don’t want to go against DuWayne if he’s smiling and whispering.”
“Depend on what?” Prime Mistress Dorothy said sharply, but somewhat quietly. Frank knew that this year might get even noisier than usual and was already searching for a new venue when Chateau Robespierre just dropped in his lap. There were two wide stripes of metal on the plug, and four narrower stripes of metal on the dildo. Her paper-white skin almost glowed against the black of his suit pants. Slave pasty one gave him five swats with the leather paddle. They went to the back side of the horse and used similar leather thongs to hold her legs in place. One of the guards reached down to remove them, but Master Jerome called out, “No. Soon all of the Masters and Mistresses at the table were slowly applauding the newest Mistress member of the Executive Club. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
