“Very unworthy indeed…your Princess has to put up with such a naughty whorish slave…” Her painted lips curled into a wicked and devlish smile as tilted her crop at just the right angle to place a few swift, firm swats upon the underside of his balls. She could see his dick quivering already, though it was still quite early in the day. She usually had schedules lasting from mid afternoon to very late in the evening, but occasionally a few of the more upper-class business men would find an excuse to visit her during their own office hours. Quite a few of them felt they had done something with which the guilt was too much, and they needed immediate relief by Lady Lydia’s revenge upon their flesh as a form of repentance…Others simply became overwhelmingly horny, and as Lady Lydia was one of the few dominatrix’s around that offered sexual gratification as well as domination, she booked more than her fair share of clients in Manhattan.<br/><br/>Standing up, she stood with her boots locked firmly against her daddys side so he was on all fours between them. She looked to the mirror situated behind him and smirked, inspecting his more than pleasing appearance. She was very proud of having such a fit and dedicated slave, but none of her clients knew that he was her biological father…There are some things that are taboo even in BDSM.  Nevertheless, Lydia ran her fingers through her long dusty blonde hair as she admired herself in the mirror. She worked out very little, but at times joined her daddy walking or something of that sort. Her exercises’ were more concentrated on flexibility and stamina than muscle gain. Tightening the laces on her corset, Lydia set her crop down between Arthur’s legs again. Raising one leg, she placed her boot on the back of his neck and guided his head towards the floor so that his backside was lifted and exposed in the air.<br/><br/>“When my client arrives, you are to remain in this position…” A firm strike was placed with the crop against that toned curve of his ass. She kept her boot firmly on the back of his neck, but only to keep him place. She did not expect him to squirm, he knew better, but it was an assertion of dominance that was necessary regardless of the obedience of a slave. “You are to keep still and quiet, on display my dove…My client is experimenting with his sexual nature and may choose to play with you instead if Mistress allows. If he elects to do so, you will obey him as you would Mistress.” Her boot removed from his neck, Lydia knelt down next to her father and unzipped his mask, placing it on one of the chests of various toys nearby. Her elegant fingers stroked along her fathers face, gazing into the eyes that were so very much like her own.<br/><br/>“However, if one gasp of bliss or complaints escapes that dirty mouth of yours..you will be outside the door for the remainder of the day..am I understood?” Lydia had a strict rule concerning pleasure and pain.  Only she, his Mistress and his Princess, was allowed to give him such feelings. She was his soul source of both good feelings and bad. To be used by clients was because Mistress allowed it, not because he wanted it. Though in truth Lydia knew that her daddy quivered in anticipation every time he bent over to be used by another man..It was quietly accepted, but if any joys beyond gritted teeth and tense muscles were displayed, she would lock him outside the dungeon for the rest of the day and punish him with only hearing the pleasure going on inside…<br/>