Mistress Mandy

Leaving Grimmy to bask in the afterglow, I sat up and turned to the source of the noise. "Oh for the love off..." With my fingers pinching the bridge of My nose, I sat there and watched as Mandy somehow Had Eris tied up and hanging from the ceiling.

"Where the HELL did she pull those from!?" Mandy had somehow gotten ahold of a black bustier and a pair of spider web print thigh high stockings. The bustier only hugged her stomach and hips, the material stopped at her plump and supple breasts.

In her hands was a peculiar golden riding crop. "You've been a bad little bitch Eris." She emphasized her coy little whisper by smacking Eris in her reddening ass. "Trying to entice Sir like that." Eris moaned into the gag as her body shook with each smack of the crop. "We get to 'play' with sir ONLY when he says so."

I decided to sit back and watch abit of the show. Grimmy moaned happily as my hand gently stroked her still sensitive skin. "Well...this is a side of Mandy I never thought I'd see.~"

Mandy reached over and grasped Eris's sore and sensitive ass with a rough grip. "You need to learn your place slut." Mandy's slim smile widened as that golden crop slid across Eris's inflamed pussy lips. "Look at you, so dirty." Eris shuddered slightly as Mandy's finger slide across the center of her back. "I bet you'd love it if Sir would come over here and took over for me." She peered over her shoulder and smiled to me. "Wouldn't you Eris?"