Ask Naomi to take your dress off

"Would you like to take my dress off of me?" I ask her, my eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas day.

"Maybe" she says, her eyes beaming back into mine. "Why don't you go get those samples, first? That way you won't be running out of the house naked to go get them."

"Are you going to strip me naked?" My pussy is dripping with anticipation. "You want to try on the naughty stuff?" I ask.

"Yes and maybe" Naomi answers.

"I'll be right back" I say as I get up to go out to the van. "What color would you like to see the corset in?"

"Black or red would be fine."

"I'll bring both" I say. I go out to the van and find the corsets and matching panties, stockings, some garters and garter belts.

When I go back in the house, Naomi locks the door behind me. I turn around, and there she stands, dressed in a black leather cat suit. She looks so sexy as the tight leather shows off all her curves and her well pronounced, soft pubic mound. She holds a riding crop in one hand and a bullwhip in the other. The sight of her makes me melt. I can't stop looking at the tall, voluptuous redhead.

"Well, I take it you like what you see" Naomi says as she walks over to me. She kisses me full on the lips before I have a chance to answer. She drops her crop and her whip, and I drop my samples as we wrap around each other in an endless kiss and embrace.

Naomi continues to kiss me as she pulls my jacket down off my shoulders. I drop my arms and let it fall to the floor. Finally we break the kiss as Naomi steps back. My nipples are hard and firm, and Naomi takes full advantage of them as she traces her fingers along the outline of them over my blouse. Then, with both hands, she rips open my blouse, exposing my ample cleavage and peek-a-boo white lace bra. She kisses my neck and cleavage as she rips my blouse off of me. Naomi tweaks my exposed nipples by lightly twisting and pulling them. She takes one into her mouth, then the other, sucking them gently like a baby. Both of us are panting with lust and desire. "Ohhh please don't stop" I moan as she backs me into the wall.

Naomi kisses my tummy all the way down to the waistband of my skirt. She undoes my belt and removes it. Then she unsnaps my skirt and gives it a tug, and watches as it falls to the floor around my ankles in a heap. She inspects my white garter belt and my tiny white lace split crotch panties. "You're a very naughty girl" she says to me as she notices my swollen, dripping pussy protruding through the slit in my panties. "I do believe I need to punish you." She rubs my swollen slit with her fingers, causing me to moan. "Oooo, I think you're worse than a naughty girl. I think you're a nasty girl! Are you a nasty girl, Mary Rose?" she said as she continued to rub my slit.

"Yes!" I cry out. "I'm a nasty girl! Uhhh!" She pushes a finger up into my dripping cunt, milking my cunt of its womanly dew. She withdraws her finger and brings it up to her lips, savoring my flavor. Then she sticks her finger back into me, milking my cunt even more.

"You want me to try on the lingerie you brought in, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes" I gasp as she continues to work on my pussy.

"You want to see me in it because you're a nasty girl" Naomi says. "Nasty girls need to be punished, don't they?"

"Yes! I need to be punished! Uhhh!" I say. I am so close to cumming all over her hand. Just a few more thrusts is all I need to set me off. But Naomi realizes this, and she withdraws her finger. "No! Please don't stop!" I gasp. "Please make me cum."

"You're a nasty girl. Nasty girls need to be punished before they can cum." Naomi turns away from me and picks up the whip and the riding crop. "Now why don't you grab your clothes and follow me? Afterwards, you can have a nice, long cum. Would you like that?" she asks me while rubbing my cunt with the handle of the whip.

"Yes, I would" I answer, gasping as I feel the handle come so close to parting my lips to push its way up inside me. Naomi stops toying with my cunt, then turns toward the kitchen.

I picked up my clothes and followed Naomi into the kitchen. She opened a door and gestured to me to go through it. I walked through the door, and down a flight of steps which led into the basement.

I was both frightened and excited by what I saw in Naomi's basement. Chains and leather straps hung from the walls, while a large triangular shaped device hung suspended in the middle of the room. Cabinets filled with painful looking devices and play toys dotted the walls. A large table stood off to one side of the room, while an elaborate looking chair stood on the other. At the far end was a kiln that was always heated, and a set of stocks. There were other things scattered about that I didn't know the names of. Sooner or later, I would find out exactly what they were called.

Naomi walks up behind me. She turns me around in her arms and kisses me. She leads me over to the kiln and opens the door. The heat from the flames was intense. "Throw your clothes into the kiln, Mary Rose. You don't need them any more. Starting today, you will love and serve only me."

I looked at my clothes, then looked into the kiln and watched its lusty flames as they danced, waiting to consume my clothes, and my old life.