MUFFLING HER ORGASM, ZELDA CONCEALED THE SOUNDS OF HER SATISFACTION FROM THE SLUT. It wouldn't be right to make her pleasure so obvious to a piece of fuck flesh like the cum dump tranny currently draped over the back of her Chesterfield. No it had to remain where it was. Its bottom up and its face down, awaiting her next little amusement.
Lighting a cigarette and sipping her martini, she watched the slut's buttocks gently heaving up and down. With its weight compressing its stomach, breathing was not so easy. It attempted to move and adjust the pressure.
"Still slut" barked Zelda. She was obviously back into her 'Bitch' mode.
"You ..... Move..... When ..... I ........ Say .... You ...... Can! ....Do ..... You .... Understand ? "
Each word was punctuated with a slap from her crop.
"You ..... Are..... A..... Fuck .... Pig! ...... This ..... Is .... What.... Your .... Useless...... Carcass ..... Is ..... For!".
The slaps became harder with each word. Shirley's bottom glowed with the welts. Zelda took care to avoid the three 'Marks of Love' as she covered the remaining area. For sure, the slut would be soar tonight.
"You can now get off slut!"
Shirley slipped off the leather upholstery and stood between Zelda and the back of the sofa.
"Kneel slut ! See the mess you've made. you filthy hoar ? Look at your Mistress's lovely Chesterfield and the mess you have made over it!"
There was indeed an obvious stream of Shirley's still wet cum running
down the leather back and forming a puddle on the oak floor.
"You will now lick it clean slut! And you will also lick up that filthy puddle on the floor!" T.B.C.
