Kitty couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Yeah, a real dragon. I guess Strange found an egg or something and I was kind of poking around the facility with Rogue and it started hatching…so yeah, I got a pet dragon. His name is Lockheed and he’s super cool.”
“He just let you have this dragon? That is amazing.” Kate said still in utter stupor. “Well, Lucky and Lockheed sounds like a television show so they have to meet and be best friends. Man, what does he look like? Like a dragon-dragon?”
The Lamborghini thrummed beneath Serena like a purring big cat awaiting it’s prey. Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, Serena waits in the roundabout outside of the W for Kitty--a surprise volunteer for a joyride in the TRON car the heiress decided to rent last minute.
Serena would be a bold face liar if she admitted there wasn’t anything about the sassy blonde that intrigued her. Mouthiness aside, there was something to be said about Kitty’s figure, and panache.
Once Kitty appears in the lobby oh the W, steadily making her way toward the ostentatious car, the heiress drinks in the sight, realizing that this joy ride has the potential to become just a little more eventful.
The heiress rolls down the window, shooting Kitty a smug smirk from behind large designer sunglasses. “Looking good, Kitten...”
Blinded by anger at what had just transpired, Georgette has Kitty dragged to her office. Within which there is a large St. Andrews cross. Normally this implement is just for display purposes, but tonight, she had use for it.
With her shirt removed Kitty is maneuvered belly forward against the cross, with wrists and ankles buckled in place.
The Headmistress, who had absconded to her closet while Kitty was situated, emerges with a large, oiled leather bull whip. With her wrist through the loop, her fingers go white knuckled around the handle, and she tests the tensile strength with a few hard tugs.
Rearing back she sends the whip forward and the popper snaps against the smooth skin of Kitty’s back with a load snapping noise.
One by one she cracks the large bull against Kitty, leaving mottled claw marks from the falls.
Georgette seethes over Kitty’s recent behavior--the loss of self control, and utterly foolish diatribes she’s elected to spew in public. Georgette laments ever thinking the Domme was capable of anything other than giving her a head ache.
The whipping continues for a little bit longer, until the pain in Georgette’s head burns white hot, leaving the Mistress seeing spots in front of her eyes. The bull falls from her hand to the floor, and she crumples to her knees, clutching her skull. The pain is bordering on agony.
Meanwhile, Kitty’s back is an angry array of lines and welts. Bits of blood weeping from a few small wounds.
Guards ask what they should do, but the Headmistress can barely answer--she’s been consumed by her anger.
Quietly, they take the young Domme off of the cross, and immediately bring her to the infirmary to be treated.
Georgette, whimpering with tears in her eyes, requests to be brought to Headmistress de Leon’s room. The guards comply; lifting her up to carry her to the other woman’s suite.
