“Impressive,” the Domme said, admiring them. “Put some on her ass, too, why don’t you?”
“In good time, when she earns it,” Jane said. She reached out and grabbed one of Leslie’s breasts with her hand and squeezed the sore flesh, watching her sub’s expression closely, waiting to see a wince of pain. Leslie shuddered, her body becoming taut, but she managed to force back the pained response. She had to prove herself worthy.
“Close your blouse,” Jane finally said, satisfied. “Go to the bathroom and wait for me in the far stall.”
“Yes, sir,” Leslie replied.
“And take off your pants,” she added.
Leslie nodded, as she quickly moved from her seat to the back of the bar.
Leslie waited at least twenty minutes for Jane to join her in the far stall of the restroom, an extra large one, no doubt
