As Mistress finished speaking, the sound of cut air filled my ears, making me ready for the worse. Something thin hit my bare asscheecks, then I felt an immeasurable pain. I yelped and tightened my fists. My pussy started to pulsate, excited by the pain.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t think about it, Mistress.” I cried, relaxing my contracted muscles. I dared not open my eyes until her hand grabbed a fistfull of my hair and she made me kneel. She was still wearing a light long coat and holding a handbag, but I could see her legs covered by fishnets. I didn’t look up, but I could imagine a disappointed expression painted in her face.
“Braid your hair.” Her thin cane brushed my cheek, giving light pats. ”Keep your chin up and open your mouth.” I nodded and brought my hands to the back of my head. I divided the hair in two halves and styled them towards the front. Meanwhile, she took her coat off.
She was wearing a corset, making her waist thin and accentuating her wasp figure; the corset pushed her boobs up, but could just about cover the nipples, and suspenders held her thigh highs. her arms were covered by latex gloves and she wasn’t wearing pants.