Chapter Eleven

The boys were still sound asleep as the girls past them. Carol looked down saying, "Huh, can you believe those lazy bastards." The response she got from the others was a unanimous yes. "What do you expect," said Sandra, "they are after all, only boys!"

Sandra led them up the stairs towards what they all thought was her bedroom. There was a small keypad by the side of the door, Sandra keyed in a four digit code and a small light changed from red to green. After you, said Sandra as she ushered the other three into an unlit room. As she followed them the door closed and they where all in total darkness. What's this, said Julie, fucking Fort Knox.

With that Sandra flicked on the light switch, the other three girls all let out the same gasp as their eyes took in what was around them. The first to comment was Julie who started with, "What the, I mean, oh fuck!"

"Come on girl get it out," was Sandra's response.

"I, I meant to say, HOLY SHIT!" continued Julie.

"You can say that again," said Beth, who had now found her voice again.

Carol stood there wide eyed, not wanting to say anything, but wanting to play instead. "This is great!" she suddenly burst out. Sandra looked at all of them and said "Welcome to my little playpen."

"Playpen," exclaimed Beth, "It's a fucking dungeon."

"No, more a training place for naughty boys," said Sandra with a giggle in her voice, "Have I offended you," she continued. "No frigging way," said Julie, "Can I touch please?"

"Feel at home," said Sandra. With that the other three started to examine their surroundings.

Carol opened a closet only to find it full of the most exotic and erotic leather and PVC clothing she had ever seen. "Look at this!" she cried out. Both Beth and Julie stared in awe at Carol's find. "Help yourself girls," said Sandra, "I'm going to get into my favorite outfit, back in a minute." With that Sandra disappeared behind a black curtain.

Ten minutes later she reappeared wearing an outfit made from black kid leather, she looked much taller until you noticed the six inch heels that were attached to the thigh boots. The tops of the boots were connected to the rest of the outfit by very fine gold chains.

The main body of the outfit looked as if it had been sprayed onto her; it followed every curve and was accentuated by the red leather trim. She wore a full head mask, which only allowed you to see her eyes and lips; her hair came out of the back in a ponytail.

As Beth gazed at her she said how the hell did you get into that, for there were no visible signs of entry and the effect was a second skin look. "Its easy when its tailor made for you," Sandra answered. "Some tailor," commented Julie, "not the type of thing you'll find in the high street."

"No," agreed Sandra, "But you can find anything if you look hard enough." Carol meanwhile was having a little difficulty climbing into a one piece cat suit made of PVC, "Here, let me help you," said Sandra, "First of all remember to put on some baby powder before anything else." With that she produced a large can of Johnson's baby powder.

After all three girls had covered their bodies with powder; the air around them looked as if a smoke bomb had gone off.

Within minutes, however, they all looked like the embodiment of girl power. Carol in her one piece, Beth had gone for the Biker look, in a two piece suit that connected the top to the bottom with large steel rings; she was wearing a mask instead of a hood.

Julie had decided that a hood was for her, and she was surprised at how comfortable it was. She was wearing a one piece which had had the nipples removed; her newly pierced nipples stuck out and gave the suit an erotic yet commanding look.

All of the girls were wearing high heels with the exception of Sandra who had the boots with high heels.

"So, how long have you been doing this?" inquired Julie.

"Oh, for five years now, the pays good and I only work when I want to."

"When you say the pays good, how good?" asked Beth.

"About "500 for two hours work," answered Sandra. "Fuck!" exclaimed Carol, "That's as much as I earn in a week!"

"Do you have sex as well," inquired Julie.

"Absolutely not, remember I'm the dominatrix and my boys do, as they're told or else!"

"This is great," commented Beth, "You get paid to dress up and take your aggression out on men, surely this, must be every woman's dream."

"No," replied Sandra, "it's not quite that simple. You have to understand how far you can go with someone, even when they don't know themselves, there is a lot of psychology involved, and also knowledge of the body is vital."

"How did you learn all that shit," asked Carol.

"Well, I was lucky," started Sandra, "I had, and still have a mistress who taught me well, in fact she taught me very well."

"For how long," inquired Julie. "Oh, I suppose most of my life, for my mistress is my mother as well."

"Holy shit!" Said Julie, "What a family life you must have had."

"Actually," replied Sandra, "it was and is great. My father knew he was a weak man and my mother always wanted me to be happy and by teaching me about male weaknesses and the strengths as well, she hopes that I will fulfill myself both mentally and physically."

"Wow," said Beth, "I never thought of it like that."