I wanted to stay and watch the girls make love, but Diane awaited.Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelves for bo...ks, and one corner was given over to discipline. A spanking bench with straps to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whips, crops, and paddles.One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little bells. Her worst fears were confirmed when Harry confirmed that the man was dead."He was hurting Sierra," Grace protested vehemently. "He attacked me when I tried to stop him."Mason assessed the situation instantly on entering the room. Grace backed against the wall to avoid his wrath but much to her surprise he went straight over to comfort Sierra. Two vivid welts decorated each buttock and blood tinged the vertical slashes across her back and thighs.Enraged at what had transpired, Mason strode. As we went up to the bar he moved behind me and yelled above the noise, “Lady coming through,” and the guys at the bar opened up a channel and let us move up to the bar. I could feel James pressed firmly against my back, then his hands at my side lifted my dress up above my hips. I just about had a heart attack, he wasn’t to know I had no knickers on. I also felt the buttons at the bottom of the dress pop off.“James! Pull that down now, I have no panties on,” I said, turning my head to scowl at. I have seen one before at a fetish show. It's a spanking horse. I feel a knot as tight as any that have bound me grip my stomach."Kneel!" Gaspazha insists.I obey."Good! So, you are learning some lessons at last." She walks around me looking at me from each side."Excuse me," I say."Yes?" Is Gaspazha your name?" Gaspazha is my title — in Russian. So you are going to learn some very useful Russian!"My guess was correct"Do you like CP, little Fifty?" I'm surprised by her use of the 'little', but I.