Sandra Puts Paige At Ease.

I found Sandra in my entrance way. She'd let herself in and was examining my home decor. Even this early in the morning, she was radiant. Blond hair brushed into a near short bob. She was dressed in a tight fitting pink sundress adorned with flowers, and elegant sandals with an ankle strap.

"Hey there!" Sandra exclaimed, stooping down to look at Paige.

Paige froze in place and curled up to cover herself, yelping loudly. I hadn't brought a soul to the house in the time she'd been here. However, there can't be any of kind of tolerance for this. I gave her leash a hard yank, making her stumble back to her hands and knees at your feet.

"This is my girlfriend, Sandra." I said sternly. Sandra's eyes twinkled with fascination. Or maybe nostalgia. "You will treat her with respect, girl."

"Of course, Master." Paige sighed. She switched to a display posture. Sitting with her knees curled and legs spread wide open. Her back straightened and she cross her wrists limply just above her ass. Head is low, eyes trained at Sandra's sandals. Paige's long mousy brown hair cascades down her shoulders, brushing against generous bust. Even her nipples seemed to have got the message. They stood at attention. A ****'s posture, the result of months of training.

But, the posture isn't what drew Sandra's gaze. With Paige's legs spread wide, her pussy would be visible. At least, if it weren't covered by a severe hard steel chastity belt framing a pad-lock. She was locked up in hard steel, where no stimulation, vibrator, or fingers could reach her clit. It reached behind her legs, cupping her firm but generous ass, and wrapping itself around her hips. Sandra's eyes widened.

Besides that all that Paige wore was a collar, a stern piece black leather encircling her neck with a prominent O ring hanging from it.

"She asked for a chance to meet with you, and I agreed." I explained. "I was going to tell you about it when you woke up, but she decided to stop in early."

"Oh." Paige mumbled. "I'm honored to meet you, Mistress Sandra."

"It's just Sandra," She laughed. "Has your Master told you about me?" Paige nodded softly. "All good things I hope."

"He's head over heels, actually." Paige agreed, audibly suppressing a giggle.

"Head over heels, huh?" She flashed me a grin.

"Stop that. Stop that." I give Paige's leash a playful yank. "You're my ****, remember? Don't tell her my secrets."

"Of course Master." Even behind her hair, Paige's smirk was visible.

"So..." Sandra trains her glance back at Paige. Perhaps at her posture. Perhaps at her collar. Perhaps between her legs.