Hayley knocks at the door of the white suburban house. It is nearly quarter to ten, more than twenty minutes past the agreed upon time.
Her domina, a young white woman by the name of Angie Kingston, opens the door with the usual condescending grimace on her face, the expression starkly contrasting with her pretty features and five feet two stature. She is wearing an old-timey long dress, white with frills and ribbons that look like they are about to snap under the tension of Angie's massive bosom.
"Hayley," she spits as a greeting, letting Hayley inside.
"Good evening, Miss Kingston," Hayley says, bowing her head before the shorter woman. "I am so, so sorry for being late."
"Yer always late, you stupid bitch," groans Angie, staring coldly at her servant. "I am already way too forgiving."
Hayley stays with her head down, awaiting a slap. Instead, Angie only shrugs, moving her gaze downwards, to Hayley's chest. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her clothes. "Get naked, I want to see these tiny tits of yours."
"Yes, Miss Kingston," Hayley hastily unbuttons her blouse, her long fingers shake with from anxiety and masochistic excitement. Button by button, she clumsily opens the garment. Hayley isn't quite sure what is going to happen tonight, but she is very aware of the growing wetness between her slender thighs. Angie doesn't rush her, savouring the sight of her small, perky tits and hard, erect nipples.
The cool air