"S-s-sorry Mistress," Katrina stuttered looking back at Olivia, before turning to me and begging with much more conviction, "Mistress Victoria, please may your new slutty bitch serve you?"

"Better," I smiled, snapping my fingers and pointing to my cunt.

She crawled the last few inches and buried her face in my very needy, wet cunt.

Olivia said, "She is pretty good at it. Despite her strong exterior, she is quite submissive."

Becka brought out the plates and served us pizza and poured us drinks.

"Thank you Becka," I said, as Becka handed me my plate.

"You're welcome, Mistress," Becka nodded.

"Becka, to you I am just Victoria," I clarified.

She...