My hands shake when I open the door after hearing a soft knock. Raul and Carl stand waiting. Raul's whistle makes me blush.
His eyes travel over my ensemble several times. "Wow, Chiquita, I so want to play."
"It's Mistress to you," I snap in my Domme voice. It's time for the show and I won't take any s**t from Raul for the rest of the night. He knows I won't discipline him but I have no problem finding someone who will.
"Yes, Mistress." I hear the smile in his voice, the jerk.
I turn to Carl. "Are my personal items set up?"
"Yes," he replies and I arch an eyebrow.
Raul answers next. "I made sure everything is the way you like but my work was overseen, Mistress." His voice now holds a touch of disgruntlement, which I ignore. Now is not the time nor place for an open discussion about D
