The boardroom
Sat in the boardroom you listen with little interest to the meanderings of the meeting just wishing they would get to the point so you could get back to your office and adjust the position of the love balls you had put in just before entering the room.
With a quiet sigh you survey the room considering each participant in the meeting as to whether they hide some dark secret or just live the vanilla lifestyle that so many fall into.
Discarding a few as being boring you settle on three that might have possibilities:
Aaron the project accountant who had the girls at reception giggling every time he passed by in his tailored suits and expensive shoes, take him away from his mates and he would probably turn into some nervous little boy in need of a firm hand.
Hannah your latest intern who while appearing to be a young innocent flower of a girl had managed to last longer than your previous 3 interns who had not been able to keep up with the workload.
Cecil who sat at the head of the table a chubby oaf of a man who leered at his secretary as if he was a gift to all woman kind.
You scribble something on your notepad to make it look as if you are interested in the meeting and care what that sweaty idiot at the head of the table has to say. You know that Hannah will take the necessary notes and brief you on anything you need to know.
The château
In your mind's eye you find yourself walking down the corridor of a gothic chateau, outside it is dark and a flicker of lightning plays its light across the walls. Along the corridor candles burn casting flickering light across the paintings of semi naked muses in acts of fornication.
You are wearing a red leather bodice that squeezes your tits up leaving the nipples exposed just on the edge of the cups. Around your waist is a long black taffeta skirt that trails behind you, but cut upward at the front exposing your smoothly shaved pussy. Your legs are clad in black silk holdups that disappear into a pair of short high heeled boots.
You stride along the corridor towards the large double doors like the mistress of the house, you have left the party in the rooms below where other revellers are acting out the scenes in the pictures that line the walls and now want to enjoy yourself.
In your hand you feel the leather leashes that trail to the figures on all fours behind you, that try to keep up with your long strides.
Reaching the door you turn to the figures, "Sit" you command forcing them to squat in front of you.
Aaron and Cecil look up at you naked bar the collars around their necks.
You have been watching the antics in the rooms below and have become aroused and long to satisfy your lust but you know it will be all the sweeter if you wait, but still your pussy is damp with anticipation and a dew drop of liquid hangs to your lips.
Tugging on Aaron's lead you pull his head towards your pussy "Clean me" you tell him.
He puts his head between your legs and licks the moisture from your lips, the sensation sending a tingle of pleasure coursing through you.
Cecil tries to move forward but "NO" you snap "get down you horrid animal".
Turning to the door you push the handles down and let them swing open.
You are confronted by a large bedroom, a large oaken bed dominates the room and is lit by two candelabras, heavy drapes hang halfway across the windows keeping out the worst of the storm outside, but still allowing the flash of lightning to enter the room.
In one burst of light you see, in the darkened corner, two figures, one is sat in a high back chair holding a glass while the other is stood to one side holding a tray with a carafe of wine on it.
Smiling to yourself, you walk into the room tugging the leads making your two minions follow you in.