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We took the highway early in the morning to our weekend’s destination. My
slave girl and I in a nice rental car. Our costumes were in the trunk, the
fresh coffee was aromatic in the car, we shared a muffin while Mina drove. My
private property… She was wearing white lacy garters under her pants. I
passed my hands along her smooth neck and through hair every once in a while
and she would turn around to give me a pleasant smile of deep contentment

After passing through the U.S. border which was guiding us along our way
to New York — the city of opportunities, I ordered her to stop at a gas
station, I took her to the restroom, unbuttoned her pants, lowered them, and
then inserted a butt plug — gliding it against her clit — nice and smooth
while I cleaned up the excess of Jelly… Then kissed her bum and gave her a
slim sexy skirt which exposed her beautiful legs. As we left the restroom a
couple of men waiting for their own woman to come out commented on her legs.
They wished they could enjoy her for at least the evening. I felt proud.
Mina’s beautiful cheeks turned pink as she blushed. She passionately kissed
me on the lips as I felt the juices beginning to flow between my legs.

Our journey continued… and we eventually reached destination. As the
doorman at the Penta greeted us, and took our bags I couldn’t help but notice
him staring at Mina’s exposed bum. I felt jealous as well as proud. It was a
funny feeling. I am a woman after all…

The day was turning into late afternoon — Friday night in New York City.
I ordered Mina to prepare our bath. She did as requested. When I reached the
marbled floor of the bathroom, she was kneeling down in the sumptuously
decorated room.

She kissed my bare feet for a while, massaged my lower legs. We caressed
one another’s naked bodies, touched our hardened nipples, and tasted them…
When I then removed her butt plug I was greeted by her relaxed orafice primed
for my dildo. We entered the bathtub, and I put my fingers into her open
hole. She was in heaven. She proceeded to massage my body completely with her
sensuous mouth, her tongue gliding over all my sensitive areas. When I had
had enough I took her out of the tub, took her to the bed and proceeded to
manacle her with my furry cuffs, her bum exposed. I couldn’t resist awarding
her at least twenty strokes with my bare hands. Then caressed the heat coming
out of ass cheeks with my tongue. I took a drink out of the mini-bar, and
while drinking I rubbed some on her bare chest and then tasted the alcohol. A
little more spanking, and she was even hotter. It was time for me to tease
her some more. Taking out my dildo I slid the soft rubber against her clit.
She began to moan with my movements, her heavy breathing served only to
aroused me even more. She achieved her orgasm with her entire body was
quivering, then she released a golden shower.

I presented my clit to her mouth. Now it was my time to have more fun. I
ordered her to put three fingers into my vagina as she lapped my juices away.
I was in Heaven… I called her sweet names. She was my “Candy Teddy, my Sex
Kitten, my Slut”, whatever she was, she was heaven to me. My orgasm was
tremendous. She drank my juices, and I kissed her wet face — tasting myself.

We caressed each other for a while. A caress which meant “thank-you” to
my slave. I took her out shopping for a while. We bought her a beautiful
Victorian corset for some waist reduction. It suited her so much. She
thanked me and then expressed that her existance was only for me. That was a
great satisfaction for a Mistress.

After eating in Tempo, an expensive Italian restaurant, where many men had
admired us, we went on to have a drink at the Hilton and listen to the pianist
playing the forgotten tunes of yesterdays.

The next morning we woke up with light caressing our nude and tangled
bodies. It was time to go and join the convention members. We met and
exchanged ideas with many others there from around the world who were also
shared our interest in S&M.

That night as were dressing for the Ball, we assisted one other with our
royal outfits. I was wore a black velvet gold trimmed dress, suited for a
Princess, and Mina had worn a beautiful pink dress, reminding me a young girl
going to her Ball Debutante.

When we made the royal entrance to the big ballroom, practically everyone
turned to catch a glance of us. Most had worn latex, rubber or leather.
However, no one was like us. We made our Royal Statement. The whole night we
danced, met more people into the scene, and exchanged addresses. Than we went
to Vaults, a very bizarre S&M club in New York, unique it’s own way. Many
commented about my beautiful slave girl. Besides Mina, I had trained a few
others there.

Early Saturday morning we returned to our hotel, made passionate love and
then fell asleep in each other’s arms until the check out time. I woke up
earlier than her to watch her sleep in the morning light. God, she was

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