“Master?” The deep, though still feminine voice gently asks.
“Yes?” Mistress Bitchcraft walks in front of me.
“Your table is back in place, no lasting damage will be done. Also, the Hole is healing nicely. Her arm and leg stubs are completely healed, and her tongue is just finishing up. Is there anything else you’d like of me before I return to finish with Baby?” Standing at 6’3, Mistress Bitchcraft cuts an imposing figure. She was a Dominatrix of American origin working in Amsterdam when she’d killed one of her clients by being a little too rough. I had to have her. A few bribes here and there, and a generous contract later, and she now worked as my full time disciplinarian. The sun glistens off of her well muscled body. She could have been a world class bodybuilder if she’d been less sadistic. As she breathes, her large DD breasts, the work of a very talented surgeon, heave. As usual, she wears only a push up corset and a leather skirt. The corset does an excellent job of displaying her bare breasts. The two weighted nipple rings nearly shine the sun in my eyes.
“No Mistress Bitchcraft, thank you. Just make sure my new acquisition is in place when I get down there, and all should be well. Thank you for coming to me.” My appreciation and respect to this woman is full hearted. She’s as evil and disgusting as myself. Where she not a confirmed lesbian, I could see myself marrying her.
A quick nod from her beautiful blond head is all she replies with, and goes to leave. The metal jingling resumes as she leaves. Below that leather skirt of hers is a bare pussy. Mistress Bitchcraft wears no underwear. Instead, her immaculately trimmed pussy is left free, as are her piercings. Along each lip are seven heavily weighted pierced hoops. The pain of having her pussy weighted down arouses her. The thought of it gives me an idea.
“On second thought Mistress Bitchcraft” I call out. “Have a cow sent down to the novice room as well. I’d like to make a persuasive demonstration.”
“Very good Master. Would you like me to make the demonstration?”
I smile. Never the one to pass up the opportunity to inflict some pain. “No, that’s all right. I’ll manage it myself. Thank you.”
“Yes Master.” The jingling resumes before fading completely. I watch over the garden a few minutes more before heading back inside. I pass the art and return to the study. As promised, my table is back in place. Her left hand has a splint on three of her fingers. I notice also that her breast are black and blue and her lip is split. Good. As I sit, I notice light reflecting off of fresh tears on her cheek. She’s been crying, probably right before I entered. Well, no harm in that I guess, so long as she doesn’t do it in my presence.
As I read through that last of the invoice, making an few annotations as I do, I hear a quivering sniffle. And then another. A moment later, I hear a third.
“Cut that shit out now, or I’ll have your clit sawn off with a rusty straight razor.” The table stops immediately. My staff is well trained. I can’t wait to begin on Tracy.