Mistress Ruffianne was thinking about Lavendar Skies again. Lavendar was a taudry kitten with ample breasts and wet pussycat.
Mistress walked over to the window and reflected on her violent surroundings. She had always loved it at The Kink Factory with its well-used whipping pole. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lustful.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a taudry figure of Lavendar Skies.
Mistress gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a dominant, powerful, Fireball drinker with taut breasts and milky pussycat. Her friends saw her as a Goddess.
But not even a dominant Goddess like her was prepared for what Lavendar had in store today.
The thunder teased like flogging kitten, making Mistress wanton. Mistress grabbed a strappy leather harness that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Mistress stepped outside and Lavendar came closer, she could see the lonely smile on her face.
Lavendar gazed with the affection, in hushed tones, “I love You and want Your dominance”.
Mistress looked back, even more violent and still fingering the harness. “Lavender, kneel for me.”
They looked at each other with wanton lust.
Mistress studied Lavendar’s ample breasts and wet pussycat. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “You’re mine” Mistress began, “always. I expect your absolute obedience without exception.”
Lavendar looked loving, her emotions raw, “Yes Mistress.”
Mistress fastened the leather harness to Lavendar’s gorgeous body, enhancing every curve.
Not even a drink of Fireball would calm Mistress’ desire to claim and use Her Lavendar Skies.