Dominatrix System

Chapter 74

The carriage ride was luxurious, and I looked at the well dressed Ingrid, who looked amazing. Freya and Stacy both looked amazing in long dresses that matched each other. Same design, just different colors. Freya in red Stacy in black. The dresses made them look good and hugged every curve. I looked at Freya more, thinking about how she would look with breasts. I had that candy for her, and I just needed to find some time to give it to her. I smiled with those thoughts and looked at my messenger bag. The contents would make most flush in embarrassment.

Ingrid looked curious about what I had in the bag. I turned to her with a smile. "Ingrid..." I started trailing off, and her attention completely turned to me.

"Yes, Mistress Sally?" she asked.

"I was happy that you sent me the Duchess. She will be a nice toy to train. The thing is, you also need a punishment. I was very busy yesterday, and things were delayed. Who's at fault for that?" I said slowly.

She looked a bit nervous now, and I hid a smirk. "I am Mistress Sally."

"You are correct. You are a fault..." I started to pick up steam and moved closer to her as the carriage went over a bumpy road. "Now, little Ingrid... How shall I punish you?" I asked as I moved beside her. Her skirt was to her ankles in a long well-done dress. She looked everything like the old Victorian era noble in my old world. I started to reach down to the fabric of her skirt. I slowly moved it up as I eliminated the distance between our bodies. She looked unsure of what I wanted.

"Yes, Mistress Sally, I deserved to be punished..." She trailed off, uncertain.

My mouth got close to her neck, and I licked up it to her ear. I heard a surprised moan. All the while, my hand lifted her long skirt. Soon it was up to her knees, and I made sure my hand skimmed along her leg. Slowly my hand glided up to her thigh, reaching her inner core. She was looking at me with lust now as my hand tailed up. Her breath was baited as I moved closer and closer to her pussy. When I reached there, I probed it with a finger earning me a grateful moan. It was wet behind her lacy panties. She would be uncomfortable with those on, and I wasn't going to make it any easier. I used my other hand to turn her to face me. I went in for a kiss. Her carriage driver still had no idea what was going on. I took her lips as I brushed aside her panties revealing her wet pussy to Stacy and Freya. They looked jealously but waited nonetheless. I took what I had hidden in my hand when I went through my bad. A metal ball that was enchanted was slipped inside her wet pussy. She gasped into my mouth as I turned it on, as it slipped in. I then replaced the panties where they were before retreating. I broke the kiss as I slipped back to my prior place between Freya and Stacy with a smile. Her skirt returned to where it was.

She looked shocked as I retreated, and the soft buzz couldn't be heard. She started to reach for it when I spoke up. "You will wear that tonight. I will check later at a random point in the party, Ingrid. If it isn't there, this light punishment will become much worse. Enjoy the punishment, Sweety." My smile was splitting my face sinister at its depth. She looked at me, not comprehending until she did. The vibrator enchanted at a speed that would never allow an orgasm. It would only keep you horny and wanting for more. I was tempted to use one that changed settings, but Ingrid needed a softer hand. If I went too far, she would scare away. She kept her senses still about her and wasn't stupid. I needed to bait her into a trap that she would never be able to escape from. She didn't need me at this point only wanted me.

I sat back in the seat as the bumps on the road only made her situation worse. Luckily for her, we arrived not even two minutes after. She had an enchanting faint red blush on her cheeks, though. The carriage rolled to a stop at the entrance to a gate. The gate opened, and the carriage joined the line of other departing into a large mansion. It looked like quite a place with a long history. It was old and looked very well taken care of as well. The line of carriages came to ours, and we stepped out. Ingrid followed behind us. She then took the front, and we followed behind her. She looked like she was holding herself together quite well. We approached the Butler at the front. He looked at Ingrid closely then bowed.