Mika nodded. The time for chatting was over. “I agree. Clearly, we’ve ascertained that you wish to join us, but I too would like to see if you have anything to contribute.”<br/><br/>She got up from the couch, adjusting the frill of her corset. Her tight, trim, petite rear was just poking out from beneath it. With the riding crop, she flicked it under Brandon’s chin, commanding him to his feet with a simple “up”. Normally, she would have a sub collared, but he had proven himself to be far more obedient than the typical male. That earned him the right to walk on his feet, but head bowed.<br/><br/>“What do you think, ladies? The smoking room (http://www.etravelvietnam.com/data/upload/Living_Room1.JPG) is always available for our leisure, and I think it would be the perfect place for Madison to strut her stuff.”<br/><br/>The smoking room was another of the mansion’s parlors, fully equipped with plenty of toys, both heavy and light. If she wanted to show off any form of flogging, whipping, or bondage, it was all at her fingertips. Plus, as she had said, it was reserved exclusively for the Mistress Club members, meaning they had all the privacy they wanted, and it was fully stocked with beverages.<br/><br/>Meat stood a little taller than Mika’s shorts stature, even with her high heels, but there was no question as to who was higher than the other. Her diamond-studded riding crop flicked out in a tight arc, swatting him hard against the ass beneath his bound wrists. “Move, Meat! The smoking room. Madison isn’t the only one who’s going to be demonstrating her talents.”