The Mistress
The MistressA soft glow from the desk lamp illuminated slender black leather gloved hands caressing a riding crop. The silence was palpable. The only sound was the soft rasp of a tongue gliding over polished leather. The Mistress’s gaze was piercing as she read the financial report. She was not pleased with her accountant, and she would soon demand answers from him personally. The white male slave that had brought the financial report stood at attention with his eyes downcast. He sensed...