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Selena (real name, Sally), sat on her throne (custom made but still wood) in the studio. She had Stephen (Steven) and Sandra (Sandy) hang black curtains in the studio, still leaving the mirror on the wall to make the room seem larger. Red candles were lit, and Selena had Sandra preparing Stephen for this evening's party. "Happy birthday to me... Happy birthday to me..." Selena murmured, quietly. She tapped the large thick red candles held in one hand into the palm of the other. She wished a little that the party started an hour earlier, and worried a bit that her hair was properly dyed red. She idly kicked her heels while waiting for the guests to arrive to the party.
Mason spanked the flesh of the woman one more time. He had positioned her, bent over, upon the surface of the table and administered another slap. Her bottom was red, and he paused, his hand still wrapped around her hair. He took a sip of wine with his other hand, and reread the letter. It was the Mistress' birthday, and he and his company were to come. He looked at her, still on the table, her hands tied at the wrist behind her back. Briefly, he contemplated bringing her to the party that way, but chose to put a simple skirt around her waist. "Come", he said, leading her to the car.
Jacob snapped a picture again. His target was the winsome smile of the beautiful Jamie, a lovely young woman with blond locks down to her ample bosom. She was wearing a cutoff denim skirt and she wore a top that suggested a beer maiden. Well, if her midriff wasn't completely exposed. "Damn beer calendar," he muttered, the empty bottle still held in her hand. He walked up to her, and suddenly grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing a kiss and his tongue into her mouth. Pushing her away, he mumbled something about The Mistress and a video camera, and he threw an overcoat at Jamie. "Wear this," he said, packing up his video camera. "Thousands of dollars of equipment just for damn beer."
Mason spanked the flesh of the woman one more time. He had positioned her, bent over, upon the surface of the table and administered another slap. Her bottom was red, and he paused, his hand still wrapped around her hair. He took a sip of wine with his other hand, and reread the letter. It was the Mistress' birthday, and he and his company were to come. He looked at her, still on the table, her hands tied at the wrist behind her back. Briefly, he contemplated bringing her to the party that way, but chose to put a simple skirt around her waist. "Come", he said, leading her to the car.
Jacob snapped a picture again. His target was the winsome smile of the beautiful Jamie, a lovely young woman with blond locks down to her ample bosom. She was wearing a cutoff denim skirt and she wore a top that suggested a beer maiden. Well, if her midriff wasn't completely exposed. "Damn beer calendar," he muttered, the empty bottle still held in her hand. He walked up to her, and suddenly grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing a kiss and his tongue into her mouth. Pushing her away, he mumbled something about The Mistress and a video camera, and he threw an overcoat at Jamie. "Wear this," he said, packing up his video camera. "Thousands of dollars of equipment just for damn beer."