She wore the special corset with the miniskirt and her thigh-high stiletto boots. She’d been fantasizing about walking on his muscular back with those boots, letting him feel the points pressing deep into his muscle, like a Domme massage. In her hand, she held her new flogger. It was beautiful and long, with many strands of leather to redden his tattooed skin with. She was wet just thinking about it.“You look amazing,” he said. Then, without her having to prompt him, he added, “Mistress Lauren.”“Thank you, Marc.” She walked up to him where he sat in the desk chair and used her boot to kick his legs open. He responded with raised eyebrows and a twinkle in his eye. With care, she rested the toe of her boot right between his legs, mere centimeters from his bulging groin. “I see you like my outfit.”“I do, ma’am.”“Good,” she whispered, and dropped his Black AmEx onto his desktop. “Because you paid for it. Just like you paid for my new toy.” She slapped the flogger against her boot, and it made a sound that excited her.
