Dominatrix System

Chapter 169: Whore's Reward

I quickly decided on what I wanted to do to her, and my smile grew as I heard the knock on the door for only a moment before it opened. Stacy opened the door and let the Baroness into the apartment. The woman with fiery red hair with her firey red dress was blushing a firey red from ear to ear in embarrassment. She walked meekly into the room past me, and I closed the door. I turned to her with a neutral expression before smirking. "I forgot to ask Whore," I began getting her started, and her blush deepened as she remembered the last time I played with her.

"I-" The Baroness stuttered as her blush somehow continued to deepen. "I- I got this dress," She said, turning away from looking at me.

I smiled while she couldn't see me, and I reached into the inventory and pulled out a couple of more gold coins and less than last time. "Well, Whore," I said, closing the distance, reaching her face, and making her look at me. I fanned out the few gold coins in my hand so she could see. "Since you are a used whore and need work, I will pay you more than what you are worth this time. You're not leaving until you have finished your proper services like the proper whore that you are."

My voice dripped with contempt, and that only fueled the look of lust on her face and the shame that lust brought with it. Her face was a fiery red, and I could see it on her neck now. "Whore, I see you still have the habit of acting like a maiden." I continued and looked deep into her eyes. "We both know you are a used whore; don't we?" I asked.

The Baroness, or my whore for the night, looked at me stunned. Her gaze was locked on mine, unsure of how to reply as I stared into hers, and I didn't let go as I felt her want to turn away. Silence reigned between the two of us, and neither spoke for several moments before I smirked.

"Not willing to say yet, it seems," I said slowly as I looked at her with a smile. "That will change soon," I promised and let go of her making her sigh in relief. "I think a dirty whore like you needs to get cleaned while we wait for my toys to clean up the training room. Come with me, Whore." I said, turning away.

I walked away from her and moved through the apartment without a thought of the fact that the Baroness wouldn't follow. While I walked, I remembered the name of the whore behind me and decided against using it once. I needed her to think that she was my whore. I would pay her and continue to do so each time she showed herself in front of me. I would make sure to send some mail once I am gone so she could come to visit me.

I grinned at that thought, arrived at our bathroom, opened the door, and walked inside. A second later, the Baroness whore followed me in. "Strip Whore," I ordered as I brought her inside.

The whore I looked at blushed red but listened to the order. She slipped the dress off, and the fabric pooled under her, and I stripped my clothing off myself. I looked at the woman before me taking off a red bra and panties that were clearly made at our tailoring shop. Soon that bra and panties were off, showing me her body, and she blushed under my gaze.

I stepped toward her cupping a breast in my hand, and increased my grip on it till she gasped. "A whore like you would rather sit on your knees for the next couple of weeks." I said, "I think even that should be uncomfortable for you too. Tell me Whore," I began to ask, "How badly do you want it to hurt tonight?"

"Badly, Mistress, I want to remember tonight for eternity," The whore in front of me said, and I smirked.

"A whore like yourself doesn't need much to masturbate, too," I replied, and my grip turned to a vice making her gasp. I pulled her toward me by her breast before my hand slapped her face with calculated precision to avoid leaving a bruise. I quickly followed up with another slap and grinned as the slap hit home on Hillary, the Baroness, and my whore.