Capitaliston's "private room"

It was just behind the curtains of the stage, Chorusa escorted you to a mettalic wooden door, she undid her hair, showing that her hair was actually 2 buns, one held by a key.

The girl redid her hair now a messy bun, and put the key into the lock.

"KCHK!" The door sounded.

You entered into the room and was astonished on what Capitaliston had worked on all these years.

The place was a dominant's play ground, with all sorts of furniture, toys, and other devices.

"Step in Chorusa" said Capitaliston

"Y...es Sir Capton" hesitated Chorusa as she stepped into the room.

She then moved into the corner of the room, and pulling at her hems and pushing them off her soldiers.

The entire dress came off, showing nothing on her breasts, at least that's what you could see from her facing back, she wore a flimsy drape on skirt, with matching color to the toga.

She bowed her head down in humilitation putting her hand onto her other arm.

"Please sir Capton... You don't have to_ eep!" She squeaked as capitaliston grabbed the edges of her skirt, pulling it down, revealing see through silky panties held together by a lace.

Capitaliston sled his hands across her back, rubbing them like a massage.

He knelt down and kissed the back of her panties.

"Smek!"

Before slappin it hard, causing Chorusa to shriek.

"Eek!"

"Seamon, i suggest you undress now..." grinned Capitaliston