“Clarice, I must say you’ve done an excellent job in the manor today,” Gianna said brightly, inspecting several surfaces for dust.<br/><br/>Poor Clarice stood obediently to the side, her arms still behind her back at the elbows. She mewed softly from behind the gag that still forced her jaws wide open. Drool dripped perpetually from her lower lip, onto and between her breasts, which had since acquired a shine. She looked positively horny, with her entire body covered in a fine sweat, long black hair frayed and matted from under the gag’s straps, and most noticeably, her crotch was rubbed red and dripping from the rope threaded between her lips.<br/><br/>As promised, Gianna released her from the rope harness, which left marks all over her body, especially around her breasts and hips where they had been tightest. Once her arms were free of restraint, they immediately attempted to make herself modest.<br/><br/>Gianna stripped off her party frock, giving it to Clarice to hang up and take to the cleaners. At her request, the dress that Nicholas’s slut had been wearing was brought to her. It was a decadent red satin number, and she held it up to her body into the mirror. It was a close fit, but there would have to be some adjustments. For one, her own chest size easily dwarfed the younger girl’s, and her hips were just a little bit curvier. Nonetheless, she would look stunning in red when she wore it to the next party.<br/><br/>“Take this dress to my tailor, and tell him to fit it for me. My taffeta is to be cleaned, as is this rope and gag. Once you have finished, find one of the butlers to finish you off.”<br/><br/>Clarice thanked her, and the nude women quickly left with the items in tow, leaving Gianna to prepare for her guests, who would be awakening shortly. She had bought several outfits for the occasion; leather corsets, latex suits, and various garments of far less of the same material. However, for the first night, she decided to be a little more bare and give them the full show of the body they would be worshiping from now on.<br/><br/>Off came her bra and panties, and she slipped into a red lace garter belt that framed her trimmed pussy and generous ass quite well. To highlight the long, sultry length of her legs, she slid a pair of dark stockings up them, clipping them firmly to the belt before stepping back into her dress heels.<br/><br/>She went on her way to the boudoir where her new toys were being stored, then frowned as she approached. Two sets of raised voices indicated that they were already awake, but she was more irritated that her servants forgot to gag them both. At any rate, it was a minor inconvenience, and in the end, she would have the pleasure herself.<br/><br/>She opened the elegant double doors that led to the boudoir and strode into the room with a hand on her hip. The fullness of her breasts swayed with the rock of her hip as the harsh sound of her heels softened as she stepped from hardwood floor to carpet. Her servants had at least trussed them correctly: Nicholas bent over the spanking bench with spread legs, and his slut wrapped in a leather harness like a neat package. The small tray that held both of ball gags remained untouched among the table of toys.<br/><br/>“I assure you, my dear Nicholas, that I have not lost any of my sanity,” she began just as the curse of her name fell from his lips. “Though I can’t say the same for you after the little stunt you pulled.”<br/>