Meeting the Mistress

The rest of the day went by at a snail's pace. My mind was on the woman and her Mistress. It was obvious she wasn't a hooker and her Mistress was making her humiliate herself. I wanted to get back to my room and watch the video. Finally the conference finished for the day and I rushed back to my room. As I headed down the hall, my cock was hard as a rock. It must have been my mind playing so many thoughts of what I might find.

I stopped outside my door and listened to see if I could hear anything. The room was silent so I slipped the electronic key in the slot and opened the door. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

Sitting on the chair by the window, was a young woman barely over 18 her long legs crossed and the woman I saved was naked on her knees sucking her toes.

"So you're the one who stuck his nose into my business." She barked.

"Who the fuck are you? I just stopped a sleaze bag from taking advantage of your ****." I barked back.

"You have no idea how much trouble you've caused me. This slut is worthless. She has been living off me for months. She owes me a lot and I'm fed up with her." The young woman said. "I don't have time or the inclination to train her. So now that you've stuck your nose where it doesn't belong, you can take over." She growled as she pulled her foot from the naked woman's mouth, slipped on her shoe, and stood.