MIRIAM<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You do like a good pampering, don't you? Lucky Mio. I think little Snitches could fill her dainty shoes, given enough practice. So much... potential."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I nodded, become too relaxed to worry to much about anything except some dinner.<strong>"Now that Ari is back I think he might be borrowing Mio more. I bet he's still fucking the living daylights out of the little trollop right now, can't think where else she could be. I'll get another maid to dress me tonight and take out my anger on those cute little Japanese tits tomorrow. And yes, if she's going to be servicing Ari - and you - I can get Claudia to learn to be a lady's maid; given her damp reaction to today's treatment I think she'll be quite into spending a couple of ours under my queening chair while I write up my reports. She can spew out enough bile with that tongue of hers so its obviously got good muscles."</strong><br/><br/>I slid down further into the bubbles and moved my back from side to side, getting the flow of compacted air to strike my flesh just so...<em>oh yes, very nice...</em><br/><br/>Roger stood up. I lazily took in the scenery.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'd better see if my shirt's ironed then and get my trousers out of the press. They need pampering even if I don't. Need a hand?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Hm, that's sweet of you."</strong>I rose too, accepting the proffered hand,<strong>"I see there's still some gentleman in you. Not been completely taken over by the Fuck Monster."</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well then Miriam, I look forward to seeing your latest cocktail dress cockteasing your humble servants."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He went to his suite and I picked up a towel too and drying myself, wandered lazily into my room, picking up the house phone.<strong>"Send a maid up. Now."</strong><br/><br/>Three minutes later Samantha arrived and because I was cross at Mio's delay I bent her over the dressing table with a hand firmly on the nape of her neck and took my tawse to her backside for ten minutes, enjoying sending her beyond the edge of pleasure and into screaming fits of tears. I made it all better by yanking her knickers down and roughly stuffing two fingers into her dripping body. Samantha is another of those sluts who, if you hit her the right way for long enough in just the right mood, can orgasm just through being whipped. Despite her tears and cries of agony she was near her limit already and two minutes vigorous crude pumping with my hand brought her to a whimpering peak. I then ordered her to stand and turn round and lick herself off my fingers.<br/><br/>I bade her pull her panties back up (I do like seeing them squirm as the tight silk touches their tender flesh) and she then spent an hour drying me properly, doing my hair and make up and perfuming me then offering up various dresses until I decided on the red one with the naughty lace up back. I was in a red mood tonight. Someone was going to get hurt.<br/><br/>Heels, seamed dark stockings, my red satin suspender belt and the dress. I was ready to go downstairs. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41483.msg2095542#msg2095542)<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/KateDress01.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/KateDress02.jpg)