She didn't see me

I thought that Miss Summer had noticed me, but the blend of what she had drunk and the liberating tonic that Mistress F had poured in through her ears meant that she wasn't entirely here. I watched as her head tilted like a puppy listening to an unusual sound. She could clearly see the person that I was, but didn't see her husband.

"You have noticed Skye, another of my slaves. She is very well behaved and took to my training like she had discovered an oasis after many manly years of crawling through the sands of life. She might resemble someone that you used to know, but that is just a trick of the light. You just see the **** that she is. As you can see, she is very much enjoying this evening. Her urethra on the underside of her clitty is oozing her gratitude for me like the slug that she is."

I knew that I wasn't permitted to move during inspection, so I couldn't look down. I risked the limits of my Mistress's indulgence by snatching a glance down and back to horizontal with just my eyes as my right thigh quivered from my excitement of the moment ─ I saw the shiny cooling mess that I'd made, powered by my greedy lust and reverence for the power of Mistress to strip recognition from Miss Summer's thoughts. The humiliation of having our marriage evaporate by the burning plasma of her mind. Mistress had total control over everyone in the room and she had just demonstrated that the love that Miss Summer may have had for me, and the love that I felt for Miss Summer was a pathetic irrelevant childish game compared with the harsh reality of her power.

"Have you found another naughty girl?" Mistress cooed to Miss Summer in between phrases that were not meant for my ears. Summer lazily nodded.

"Good Summer what has the naughty girl done?" Summer hesitated and then turned to find Mistress F standing closer than expected. It caused Summer to twist into a comically drunk serpentine spiral as she regained her balance, aided by Mistress' loving hands. Summer had the demeanour of sincerity that can only come from deep revelation or the most blatant of lies.

Summer lifted her right hand, next to her face, with just her index finger extended, before declaring to Mistress F, "Yes!"

"Good girl Summer, and what specifically can you tell me about her naughtiness?"

For a moment Summer swayed before saying with the tone of a child teaching an adult that snow is white, "She has fantasies." and then unbidden Summer continued, "fantasies of a kinky, variety."

"That's hardly naughty here. I want to liberate all girls so that they can experience all of their fantasies."

"You don't understand, she wants to be," Summer paused to look around. Her head rolled on her shoulders until she regarded Stacey, as if checking to evaluate if she could be trusted. Summer must have decided that Stacey was trustworthy because her head rolled back to finish her confession to Mistress F. ", she wants to be spanked."

Mistress F indulged the room with another of her life giving laughs, "Darling girl, I know that."

"You do?" Summer seemed genuinely surprised.

"I've known that for a very long time. She thinks that it is a secret, but it is as obvious as the nose of her face."

Summer seemed to sway, as she evaluated the implications. Mistress F switched back to that special voice to inject special words. Some of them may have been meant for me, as I could feel a throbbing as blood bounded unbidden between my thighs with its distinct pulsing of arousal.

Summer seemed to excavate the next questions, "What are we going to do about that?"

"Well first we have to select the implement." Mistress F took the three strides over to her desk. She squatted, balanced on her shiny heels, to press some of the panels and rotated a carving that had looked so immovable. The front of the desk swung out in two doors, revealing a collection of implements. Leather, cane, felt, rattan, rope, steel, glass.

Mistress F stood back up to her full majestic height as she indulgently extended a strong arm and a relaxed hand towards Summer and said, "Come. Select the first implement."

Summer slowly, unstably, tottered over to the desk. She put both hands on the desk as she lowered herself to kneel on the green carpet and inspect the toys. I expected that she didn't know the names for most of the floggers and whips and definitely not the violet-wand attachments.

Despite her inexperience she took almost no time in lifting a large heavy purple suede flogger from it's hook, and declare, "This one." She seemed very pleased with herself.

Mistress F extended her open hand to receive the flogger, but Summer gave her empty hand, expecting to be helped up; which Mistress F did in her loving kindness.

Once Summer was mostly stable Mistress F commanded her, "Hand me the purple flogger."

"Is that what iz called?" Summer slurred as she handed over the flogger.

"Good girl. Now I just need to issue the command and the naughty girl will assume the position to receive her flogging."

From how her shoulders moved back I could tell that Summer was happy. She almost bounded back towards the square table, (though she only had a few paces to travel.) I expected that some sadistic part of her was eager to watch me be flogged...