Ben and Claire had been expecting someone beautiful and perhaps a little intimidating,

but they weren't prepared for Vivian. She was gorgeous, striking red hair with icy blue eyes, and dressed in tall leather

boots. There was only a small strip of skin visible between the top of her boots and her black

leather skirt. A corset completed the look. Claire squeezed her husband's hand as Vivian walked into

the hotel room, staring at them intently. They had talked about hiring a BDSM mistress for a while

now, and it was finally coming true. Claire and Ben, is it?

said Vivian, her voice is smooth as butter as she walked closer to them.

Yes, said Ben, swallowing nervously.

Tell me why you hired me today.

Vivian started to walk around them in slow circles.

Um, mumbled Claire. We were in need of punishment, mistress. Oh, very good. Vivian sounded pleased.

She stood in front of Claire and dragged a long, slim finger underneath

the woman's chin. You already know just how to speak to me. Ben shifted where he stood,

his cock starting to harden. Mistress, we've been bad.

We're in need of punishment.

Vivian smirked, you certainly are.

Get down onto your knees, both of you.

Start to kiss my feet and work your way up.

Now.

Ben and Claire knelt down and began to kiss Vivian's leather boots. They were both shaking and aroused. Things were moving quickly, but they loved it. Side by side, the couple moved

their way up her body, kissing her exposed thighs, and then up to her belly.

Finally, Vivian pulled them both upright.

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