Renna the Dominatrix

Renna stands at the doorway. She wears a leather outfit and a collar with spikes. There is a whip attached to a chain belt. Her eyes have a wonderfully cold brutality to them.

“We’ll don’t just stand there you worthless slug. Get my my bags.”

Her callous attitude makes you wet.

“Of course, Mistress.”

You take the bags, freeing her hands. You are deliberately careless, banging one into the doorway.

“Careful!”

She slaps you. It isn’t gentle and you have a little orgasm. You taste blood from your lip. It heals instantly.

You carefully bring her bags to her room.

You come back out and she is relaxing, looking at her fingernails. They look viciously sharp and shiny black. Of course they are just fingernails, not truly demonic claws like yours.

“Wendy, you’re going to help me put some submissive salmon on Liza and maybe a few other girls.”

“Are you sure you want to do that, Mistress.”

She slaps you again even harder and only your demonic nature keeps you from moaning in pleasure. Instead you manage a little whimper.

“Don’t ever question me, ****.”

You bow your head submissively.

“If I help will you let me go back to work? Curtis will be so brutal if I’m out two days.”

She slaps you again even harder, running her nails across your face and leaving bloody lines.

“I could give a fuck if Curtis rips off your ugly head.”

Her words are music to your ears.

“Do a decent job helping me, and I’ll let you go back in.”

You nod, hiding your smile.