Julie Discovers herself

[gagged_Louise]

Yet more flogging? She might accept it if the dark-clad Mistress - suddenly Julie longed to know her name - would be holding the whip, but she was less sure if someone else wielded the handle. Looking down at her fully nude body she tried to grasp what she could be looking like with these people, but it didn't come together. And what kind of clothing would they make her wear? She eagerly drank the cup of water, and her mind flooded with thie mages of what she had been through: whipped, made to drink another woman's cum and urine, her breasts flogged and clawed, called cumslut, whore and slave...and shamelessly cumming in front of the people who did this to her.

She looked toward the iron door. Buzzing in from the corridor she heard a woman saying in a sprightly voice "Thanks for inviting me, I like being with that kind of tight-lipped, proper-minded sluts"

The woman stepped in and Julie glimpsed a tall, blonde girl with her hair falling free and done-up face and a rounded, confident, red mouth. She looked like a B-movie actress or a show dancer, slightly vulgar but very sensual. A friend of Mistress?