Her voice was imperious and she was warming to the changes in roles that had been established for the night.
Max fully concurred, with a smile of un-reserved triumph. “Perhaps this could represent Freda’s half time interlude.” Max suggested and the other women all agreed readily. Olga probably most enthusiastic as it meant she didn’t have to be up for the same treatment.
I helped Andrew, lift and almost drag a hesitant Livia, to the benches. She was wise enough to keep quiet, even though she was not going willingly, in the way the male subs had learnt to do, without any outward complaint.
I put a gag between her red lips and encouraged her with a whispering voice to bite on it hard, to help her deal with the pain.
“I know Machin!” She mumbled with an irritated voice through it.
Mistre
