Lady Sylvia. Part 5
In the penthouse, Sylvia immediately walked in and sat down proprietarily on a luxurious leather armchair. It was clear she had been here more than once and knew her way around, understanding exactly what was where. The lady removed her hood with both hands, revealing her magnificent hair and presenting it for the bitch's viewing, who couldn't take her eyes off the insane beauty before which Fyokla's beauty clearly paled. Lena's knees buckled on their own, and she knelt down, completely forgetting that she was supposed to undress before the lady, as Fyokla had taught her. But excitement muddled her thoughts; she tried to show her devotion again by kneeling, but suddenly remembered she was dressed and, before she could
stand up, heard a command."Undress," the lady said dryly, crossing one leg over the other, sprawling in the chair languidly, leaning her back against the backrest. Her hands with beautiful manicure rested on the armrests; the fingers on her right hand began tapping alternately, as if hinting that the lady was waiting! In her left hand was a leash that led to the bitch's collar.
Lena, as Fyokla had trained her, stood up and, taking the hem of her smock with both hands, pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside. She remained in a beautiful blue dress that hugged her figure, which she began to slide off her shoulders one by one, gradually baring them. Then, with her hands, she helped the dress free her size-three breasts, encased in a beautiful white bra, and continued to slide it down, revealing her flat stomach and beautiful navel. Sylvia watched with interest as this bitch, though shy, noticeably tried to please her. Sylvia nodded approvingly, as if saying she liked it and was silently praising her. Lena, catching the dress with her thumbs, slid it down, baring her pelvis and thighs, then released her fingers, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. The bitch stepped over the dress and stood before the lady only in beautiful lace lingerie and stockings, and, of course, the collar with diamonds and the leash leading to Sylvia's left hand still adorned her, hinting at her belonging. From the lady's approving nod, Lena understood she had done everything correctly and needed to continue. Next, the bitch slipped off her bra straps and, throwing her arm back, unfastened it with a deft movement. After that, she simply straightened her arms, and it too fell at her feet, baring her breasts and nipples with large brown areolas around them; her nipples were noticeably erect. The bitch's panties were already slightly damp, showing a thin wet stripe. After this, Lena, taking her panties with both thumbs, pulled them down to her knees, arching her back beautifully to give Sylvia a view of her rose, which was smoothly shaved, her skin practically gleaming. Shifting from foot to foot, the bitch freed herself from the panties too, remaining completely naked but in stockings and a collar. Everything just as the lady likes!
Taking half a step forward, the lower bitch obediently knelt down near the lady's feet, spreading her thighs and pussy wide, which was wet and opened like a lustful slut. Lena's ass settled on her heels, her head slightly lowered, hands on her knees. This was the pose Fyokla had taught her. She was in close proximity to the lady's feet; the distance had also been rehearsed more than once. After which she said quite loudly:
"Hello, Mistress!" Still keeping her head bowed, Lena saw Sylvia cross her legs, taking one off the other and throwing the other over, and during the crossing, like Sharon Stone, she slightly spread her legs, demonstrating her underwear: seamless pink silk panties, which were also noticeably damp. Because of this, feelings bubbled up again in Lena's lower abdomen, demanding sex as soon as possible. She struggled to restrain herself from touching her excited clit and rubbing it to climax, freeing herself from this unbearable excitement that was already preventing her from understanding what was happening and how not to make a mistake! A fatal mistake.
The next thing the bitch saw was how the lady, with a glance, indicated her shoe on the crossed leg. Lena leaned down and, for convenience, took hold with her hands, began licking the toe of the shoe. Then, when the lady raised her foot, offering the sole and heel, the bitch, with an approving nod, took it into her mouth and began sucking it as if it were a sweet candy, all while holding and stroking the foot.
"Good girl," said a pleased Sylvia. Next, the bitch removed the shoe and began covering the lady's nylon-clad foot with kisses, licking and slightly biting her toes. At the same time, the bitch noticed within herself that she really liked this, and slutty notes appeared in her head, gleaming in her eyes, which the lady also noticed. However, the lady should be the one receiving pleasure, not this bitch! What a slut she is! thought Sylvia—I definitely like her! Sylvia took her foot back from the hands and lustful mouth of the bitch, placed it on the floor, and offered the other foot, stretching it toward Lena's face. Lena licked the shoe right on the sole, feeling grains of street sand remaining on her tongue; wetting her tongue with saliva, the bitch swallowed them. At the same time, she also removed the shoe and kissed it, taking the toes deep into her mouth, wetting the stockings covering them with saliva. Having enjoyed the caresses, the lady again pulled her foot away and placed it next to the other. Then, slightly rising from the chair, she pulled up her tight black dress and lowered her pink panties to her thighs. The lower bitch almost squealed with pleasure seeing the beautiful pink pussy of the lady, with absolutely smooth labia minora, already gleaming with the juice of "I WANT" and practically ready to merge in a lower kiss, filling the bitch's mouth with her moisture, immersing her nose in her embrace, and accepting Lena's lustful and already battle-ready tongue.
The lady, with her panties lowered, sat back down on the chair, soiling it with her moisture and leaving traces of love, at the sight of which the bitch's vision was already darkening. Sylvia, sitting back, stretched out her legs, making it clear that the bitch needed to continue and remove them further. Lena carefully touched, feeling her heart skip a beat, and slowly and gently removed them. After this, the bitch had already lost all reason and will and, without permission, took the lady by the knees and tried to spread them to finally attach to the sweet pie, but was suddenly stopped by a sharp slap!
"On all fours!" Sylvia said in a harsh voice, and the bitch, as if waking from a sweet dream, obediently got on all fours, feeling the juice of excitement flow down her thighs, her head slightly lowered, her cheek burning from the received slap.
"Who are you? And why are you here?" the bitch heard the voice of her lady, who was showing her displeasure that the bitch, unable to restrain herself without permission, wanted to attach to her rose. This was almost unacceptable, but Sylvia chalked this mistake up to it being the first time.
"I am your bitch!" Lena answered, knowing how to answer this question. "I am here for your pleasure, lady!" Lena was hurt that Sylvia didn't let her enjoy cunnilingus, and she even wanted to stand up and argue that she was overacting, but another slap knocked that stupid thought out of her head.
"Forgive me, lady," the bitch fell at her feet, head bowed, and began kissing her legs. "Forgive me."
"BITCH!" she heard Sylvia's angry voice. Lena remembered Fyokla's instruction that when the lady is indignant, it's better to just be silent and say nothing—not apologize, not justify, and certainly not argue. Just be silent and accept what you deserve. And the bitch deserved punishment now, but trying to appease the lady and somehow calm her down, forgetting the rules, she first changed her pose (she was supposed to be on all fours), second, without permission, she began kissing the feet, third, she began apologizing, and as for grabbing the knees and wanting to spread the lady's legs for her own pleasure, that goes without saying!
"Mouth," the lady shouted roughly. "MOUTH, BITCH!" Lena, remembering and realizing her mistakes, returned to the pose on all fours, shut up, and closed her mouth, thinking the command "mouth" meant she had been saying something with it.
"MOUTH, BITCH!" the lady shouted angrily again, and then the bitch, already confused and lost, remembered that the command "mouth" meant to open her mouth for a spit. Lena raised her face and opened her mouth wide, where the lady's saliva immediately landed, then another spit, and then Sylvia practically shoved her pink, beautiful panties, which she had picked up from the floor herself, into the bitch's mouth like a gag.
"You've upset me!" said Sylvia, getting up from the chair and, walking around the bitch from behind, took a paddle (a leather slapper with a handle) and a whip from her bag, setting the whip aside. But taking the paddle, she delivered a rather palpable blow to the bitch's buttocks, from which Lena howled in pain, burying her head in the seat of the chair where the lady had just been sitting. Clenching her teeth, she bit into Sylvia's panties in her mouth; with her forehead, she felt the moisture left by the lady on the chair. Lena turned her head and buried her nose in that sticky puddle, inhaling the scent of her mistress, who was now punishing her, hitting her sciatic nerve. Tears streamed from the bitch's eyes; Lena only now understood what it meant to be the lower one. And overcoming pain, resentment, humiliation, injustice, and fear, she understood that she was in her place! Yes! This is exactly what I wanted! Yes!
Sylvia was already experiencing catharsis from possessing her bitch and from the fact that she obediently accepted the punishment and was not at all constrained—she wasn't in handcuffs or tied up. She simply howled obediently into the chair but didn't move her already scarlet-from-the-blows buttocks or change her position (on all fours). Sylvia felt a powerful adrenaline rush; the lower bitch Lena felt it too when she realized that this was exactly why she was here! EXACTLY FOR THIS!
Sylvia, as if understanding that the bitch had passed the initiation, stopped hitting her with the paddle and, even sweetly tired, pushed the bitch away with her knee and plopped back into the chair, spreading her leg wide as if she had just come from being licked. She looked at the silently crying bitch holding her pink panties in her teeth, reached out, and stroked her head, then lifted her face up and looked at her contentedly. Mascara from the bitch's eyes ran in streaks from the tears; she was shaking, either from humiliation and resentment or from what she had just experienced. She didn't understand what had happened, but it was as if she had come from the fact that it had been so painful, shameful, scary, and hurtful for her.
"Are you ready? Haven't changed your mind?" Sylvia asked, taking her panties out of her mouth.
"I love you, lady," was all Lena could utter, ready to receive another beating for violating etiquette and giving an answer not corresponding to the question.
"Good girl," Sylvia sweetly stroked Lena's cheek, who, having calmed down, understood that a new personality had awakened in her and some other sexual essence had been revealed, giving her such a huge adrenaline rush and such attachment to her mistress that now, looking straight into Sylvia's satisfied eyes, Lena understood that she was now her property! She is her thing! Now she possesses her completely, down to every hair!
Sylvia stood up again and, rummaging in her bag, returned, still lewdly spreading her legs wide, demonstrating her pussy, but she wasn't thinking at all about how her pussy looked then, and the bitch no longer looked at it all the same way. In Sylvia's hands was a box, which she opened and took out a choker, the same choker as Fyokla's! Lena's eyes sparkled with joy! The lady removed the collar from her bitch's neck, placed it in the box, and instead put on this choker.
"Wear it without taking it off! Understood?" Sylvia asked Lena.
"YES, LADY!" affirmed the now REAL BITCH!