" Vicky gripped Monica's hand hard, her eyes shining. Sean drew a huge breath. "First, then, for tonight until we say play is over, you are to ref...r to Vicky as Mistress and me as Sir. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," to Sean. "Yes, Mistress," to Vicky. "Rise, Monica. Stand in front of the window, facing it. Mistress and I will remove the remainder of your clothing, piece by piece." Without another word, Vicky unzipped Monica's skirt and let it fall to the floor in a puddle at her. He traced his finger down her spine and gently along the crack of her small ass.Without warning, he once again began to spank her. His hand was cupped as her struck her equally on both tiny cheeks. The stinging sensation was overwhelming. She felt the searing pain as he struck her ass again and again.Her ass was red from the discipline. She soon felt her Master’s hands exploring her pussy once again, strong fingers probing in and out. The same hands that had just inflicted the stinging pain. Endless brown walls, with lights at regular intervals. No gates, no doors, no side streets. I texted Anaïs again.‘I’m here, but I must be in the wrong place.’‘You stay,’ came the answer. Then I saw two hands waving at me from behind a wall! A sturdy plastic bag sailed through the air and landed on the pavement. A few seconds later a head covered in a black hijab appeared, followed by the rest of her as she scaled the wall. I got out of the car at once, because that wall was at least 2,5 metres. .." Look, Dougie, I know I've been a bad girl, but I've missed you." she interrupted."Well, things have..." she began to kiss me on the lips, but pulled back. "Karen! Stop! Listen. I need you to leave. You've had your fun. You've treated me like shit when I treated you like a queen, and now it is over. I have someone new. Someone who appreciates me. Someone. Someone that I love." I could see the anger in her eyes."Love? What is love? Love is worthless, sweetie." she said in callous tone. "You.