Heather in Haven Eight

September 8th, 2014

Heather held Mia’s hand as she led her, blind folded, down the hallway. Mistress Victoria had said that she would be able to use the Velvet Room undisturbed – though she did not promise it would be unwatched. Heather felt a thrill run through her body at the thought. She still felt elated from her show and the idea that someone would secretly watch them made playing with Mia even more tantalizing.

“Where are you taking me?” Mia moved her head around, as though she could feel her surroundings.

“I told you, one of the rooms.” Heather slapped one hand. “Now stop trying to see under your blind fold. That’s cheating.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Heather continued her walk in silence, until she saw Adam waiting obediently by the door. Tonight he wore vinyl shorts with a flap that Heather had commanded be left open. His cock stood erect and the silver ring that guaranteed its attention reflected the red emergency lights of the hall. He opened the door at Heather’s signal and she entered.

The Velvet Room was true to its name. Black velvet lined three walls and the floor, inviting one to walk softly. The fourth wall was reflective glass with an observation room on the other side. Heather had no way to know if anyone were in it yet. A plush maroon couch sat against the far wall with two matching chairs at its wings. Small tables sat in the corners and a larger coffee table, which would normally have been in the center of the seating area, was now pushed against a wall.

In its place stood a bondage bench. Heather had tried it out, with help from One and Two, before having Adam bring it in. She had wanted to make sure it would allow ample room for what she had in mind. Her body had fit neatly along the inclined plane of the top, and if she raised the armrests on the side, she could present her breasts for pleasure or discipline.

Heather guided Mia to stand beside the bench and considered the blouse and skirt she wore. It was a simple ensemble tonight, a white shirt that came off the shoulders and a wide, flaring black skirt. Heather lifted the skirt and smiled to see that she had no panties on tonight. Nothing to lose or misplace. Heather lowered the blouse so that she could pull Mia’s breasts free and let them sit over it. She teased the nipples, and Mia sighed happily.

“So, Samuel doesn’t mind if you play with me. I’m guessing he’s okay with John too?” Heather pinched Mia’s nipple hard, causing her to cry out.

You’re getting mean.

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