I didn't want to open a door and wake up a servant, so I was going to leave and call it a day. I was passing the door to the cellar when I heard a noi...e. I slowly opened the door. Luckily, it was well oiled and didn't squeak. I went down a step at a time and listened for another noise. The sharp crack of a whip and a muffled whimper was heard. I pulled out my roscoe and continued down the stairs.What I saw really burned me up! A white woman was chained to the wall with the top half of her dress. But, she’d made it clear since then that she was just not that interested. She was with Leo now. Let’s all just move on. Still, for just a second she felt an ever slight stir between her slender yet athletic legs. As the lift arrived at her floor she hurried out. She’d slept a little too well last night and was a bit late. She wobbled a little on her heels which were not designed for hurrying. Strange, she thought. She’d only ever worn these boots once for work. The day Leo interviewed her for. I enjoyed his playing with me.The next thing that I felt was his finger at the entrance to my vagina. He had carefully reached between my legs, without touching my clothes. I could not help it. I took a deep breath.His playing with my breasts had betrayed me. I was wet. He pushed his finger into me right up to the knuckles. I could not believe how bold he was. His index finger was facing up. With slow deliberate strokes, he tweaked my G spot.I could not help myself. My vagina started to. Then she blurted out “What about fantasies, the hypothetical if I wasn’t a virgin prude but a wanton slut?” “Babe you’re not a prude,” I said. “Stop," is all she said, “Answer my question Tre.” “Okay, well I would probably bend you over the railing and spank you for talking about yourself like that.” "Oh," was the only response she could muster. “To really answer your question though, I have always enjoyed the idea of dominating a woman, to have her at my whim whenever, however, and she had no.