Laurel shows Lisa the highlights

"Oh come in and explore you sweet, lovely bitch. I love this room. I love what John does to me in this room. I get all wet and shivery just being here." She bites her lip and looks over her shoulder at you, then grins at Lisa.

"I see you're looking at the table and shackles. I love being restrained there, waiting for what's coming. I love it when I'm blindfolded, and I don't know who is using me, or who is watching." Her breathing is a bit heavier as she shows the younger woman around, clearly arousing herself with her own words.

"And these chains, to suspend me against the wall. Sometimes my ankles in shackles, my legs spread. Waiting for punishment. Because I've been so bad. So bad."

"****!" you bark sternly and Laurel turns immediately to face you.

"Yes Master?" she answers meekly, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Bring me that riding crop. The one hanging on the wall."

"Yes Master." She turns submissively and takes down the crop, Lisa staring in awe at the transformation that has taken place. Laurel starts to walk towards you but you stop her.

"Not that way. Bring it to me properly, like you've been trained."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry for forgetting master," she answers. Dropping to her hands and knees she crawls to you, holding the crop in her mouth. Lisa stares, astonished, her eyes riveted to the scene. Laurel crawls to your feet and drops the crop from her mouth, then puts her head on the ground and raises her ass. You look across the room at Lisa and beckon her. With only the briefest hesitation, she walks towards you, her eyes wide.

"Pick up the crop and whip this **** across her ass," you order. "****, pull up your dress." With a whimper, Laurel complies, pulling her dress over her hips to expose her beautiful round ass. As usual, she's wearing no panties. Lisa stands holding the crop, looking from you to your wife's ass.

"Five strokes, Lisa. And if you don't whip her hard enough. five more." Gulping with uncertainty, the younger woman lashes the crop across your wife's ass.

"Ohhhh! Thank you Master. Thank you for making her whip me," Laurel moans. Lisa's eyes grow wider and she whips your wife again, drawing a yelp and another babble of thanks from her. She delivers the final three strokes with enthusiasm, breathing heavily, her mouth open and wet. Laurel groans and wiggles her ass, raising it for more.

"That's enough. Give me the whip," you say, taking it from her hand which you notice is shaking slightly. "Stand up ****," you order your wife and she rises promptly, standing before you with her dress still around her hips,

"Thank you Master. May I pull my dress down, or will you use my body to take your pleasure on?" You gesture permission to her and she tugs the dress back down, then smiling at you.

"That was wonderful John, just what I needed. And you sweet bitch, you're so good with a riding crop. I nearly came with the last stroke, you had me so excited." She hugs the younger woman who looks completely confused by the transition of Laurel from confident woman to compliant **** and back again.