Amanda

Standing in the middle of the living room is a tall, severe woman. Her hair is as black as Leigh's in a tight ponytail and framing a pale face with a cocked eyebrow. She wears a tight sleeveless sheath dress, black and pleather, and stands on tall red stilettos.

And she holds a riding crop in one hand and stands idly slapping it into the other. Leigh hears shuffling beside her and looks over. Rebecca has knelt, resting her ass on her heels and bowing her head. She hears the other woman clear her throat and looks up.

"My **** bows before me, but you, her toy, won't?" Something in Amanda's voice sends a chill down Leigh's spine. Almost immediately she finds herself on her knees, mimicking Rebecca. Amanda approaches, her heels tapping on her floor tiles, and Rebecca leans forward to kiss her feet. Once she's done Amanda reaches out a hand and helps Rebecca to her feet. Amanda steps to the side, in front of Leigh. Now, Rebecca clears her throat.

Leigh takes the hint and leans forward hesitantly, planting quick kisses on each foot. She waits, breathing raggedly, until she sees a hand reach down. She takes it and stands.

Amanda gestures at Leigh with her crop. "Strip her." Without hesitation or a word to Leigh, Rebecca reaches over and pulls down Leigh's sweatpants. She pulls up on Leigh's shirt, ignoring Leigh's resistance and pulling off her forcibly. She takes one ankle, then the other, and takes the sweatpants and her shoes from Leigh's feet. She now stands in front of two almost strangers totally naked.

Her heart pounds, and for the first time Amanda smiles as she slowly circles Leigh. "Look what you have brought me, my precious ****. You have been a good girl. She will be a fun toy for us."

Rebecca speaks up. "What would you like her to do, mistress?"