Fun with Fred and Cordy

Cordelia dressed in her slut mistress ensemble. Black leather bustier, cur for optimal clevage. Black mini-skirt, leather boots with a 5 inch wide heel for maximal support. Black leather evening gloves, with metal studs around the wrist and upper arm. And her **** collar had been replaced with a black choker also with metal studs. Adjusting her boobs to her liking she turned and loosened Fred's bonds. So she could assume a sitting position.

"Cordy what the hecks goin' on here? What happened to you?" Her answer was a backhand across the face, which knocked her to the floor.

"Shut it slut!" Cordy ordered. "You'll refer to me a Mistress Cordelia, or just Mistress. Any deviation from that and..." Cordy produced a collar remote and pressed the black button. Which caused Fred to fall prone again writhing in pain. After a few seconds Cordy switched the pain off. "Since I know you think you've got a brain in that slut head of yours, I'll explained some thing now. What you just experienced was the black button." Cordy held the remote so Fred could see as she resumed a sitting position. "The white one knocks your stupid slut ass out. The red button, well..." Fred's face flushed instantly, her legs pressed together, and her breathing became heavy.

"I get it co-Mistress." Fred acknowledged through ragged breaths.

"Good," Cordy nodded and deactivated the pleasure control. "Now strip. I need to see what I'm working with." Fred complied. her anger and confusion seeming to roil off her and she disrobed. Cordy retrieved a riding crop from the all. Then examined Fred's from. "Hmm, full membership to the itty-bitty-titty-committee." She commented poking Fred's boob with the crop. "Hips barely there, ass barely noticeable." Cordy continued, giving a light tap to each with the riding crop in turn. "Given how much food you pack away, I really expected a pot belly. But now good muscle tone." A tap on the stomach followed this. "A lot of work needs to be done." Cordy stopped her evaluation when looked Fred in the eye, and saw Fred's defiance and intuited that an attack was coming. "Oh no you don't." Cordy gritted out as she crack Fred on the back of the knees with the crop. Forcing Fred down. "Guess will start the physical discipline right now!"