I decided then and there that Florence was the quietly confident type. She was confident within herself and her abilities, but she wasn’t taking ove... or trying to control me. She knew what she was doing, but she wasn’t brazen about it. Don’t get me wrong, I like a confident woman. I like a woman who knows what she wants and knows what to do. It’s always been fun to be at the mercy of a woman who’s using me for her own needs and desires, but this right now, what I had with Florence, was better.. A low moan escaped my lips."Not yet." His words were sharp, and the tip of the nightstick was withdrawn. Seconds later, he delivered a firm slap across my rear.It stung briefly, but did not hurt, and actually intensified my excitement. "Oh!" the word came out again as a semi-moan. The hand did not withdraw, but rested on my ass. It felt nice, and even more so as it moved gently down my cheek, to the top of my thigh, and back. But I craved the nightstick between my legs again.Then the hand was. " Here I thought it would be you with Samantha," Rebecca replied.Well if my buttons are pushed then...I'm very dominating as Samantha and Laura found out last week. But I do recommend you don't give Laura an inch because if you fall into her grasped. Then you will be a slave by the time you leave the café."Rebecca felt her cheeks turn red. "I'm not into the whole mistress and slave thing. But hearing about Laura it excites me." Do you want your cock locked away in a chastity device? The only. She gave me a quick kiss and headed in. I walked down the hall into the house to find Mr. Woodhouse – and Renee.The main hall led to the foyer with its patterned floor and its warded stairs. I might climb the stairs, I thought, and pit its warding against Lana's spell – and against my flesh beneath – but I wondered if their wasn't another stairway?I turned down a short hall, heading deeper to the rear of the house, to where the back door opened on a path to the servant's quarters. Next to that.