*Warning: Some elements of this story are considered taboo, but please remember in reading this, that this is a FANTASY! **Thank you to the Mr. S for contributing to this fantasy!*

Phone rings on Lady V’s desk and she reaches for it while her computer monitor spreads the light across her face and she reads from one of the monitors His instant message.

“Here are some of the photo’s that I have of some of the girls I am interested in,” He writes.

“Elite Services, this is Lady Velvet. What can I offer you?” I ask.

“Well, hello Lady V! This is Mr. S. We have been discussing the arrangement online through a secure connection. Are you still interested in providing me with what I am looking for?” he asks.

“Of course. We have dealt with this type of service for many years with no problem. Is this a “catch & release” or will we have a disposal to deal with?” I ask.

“Money is no option. I have unlimited cash at my disposal, therefore, I wish to own them for as long as they will hold out, and let you deal with the clean-up.”

“Wonderful!” I said, hearing the dollar signs adding up in my head. There was nothing better than a new referral coming to my office and the key words of “money-is-no-option” ringing very true. “So, let’s see what you have in mind Mr. S.”

Clicking on some of the links that were sent to me, I began perusing what he had that tickled his fancy. He liked them young. VERY young. Some so flat chested it was hard to tell if it was just bad family genes or if was the lack of puberty. The braces on some of their smiles didn’t help matters and as I perused more of the images, some of them had a very hauty and ‘tarty’ look to their face. My thoughts started to veer along the lines of “they are asking for the trouble that is about to come their way.”

“Do you see anything you like?” His low and sensual voice pulled me out of my hypnotic lull.

“To be honest, it is not necessarily what I like, but what tickles your fancy,” I replied. “I am more the voluptuous girl looking for the same. Something with curves and more experience under their belt. But I am not opposed to seeing the tears streaming down one of these girls faces while you enjoy your evening with them.”

“Good.”

I could hear the tension in his voice and his breathing start to get heavier as we spoke. I had a feeling that this man had his hard cock in his hand as he spoke to me about the events to come and looking at these young tarts pictures sent more than just stimulating thought’s into his imagination, but a realistic process that he had yet to address.

“This must excite you.” I said.

“Of course. The thought of seeing their innocence lost and the black streams of tears down their cheeks while they are bound and used is ideal. The idea that it just might be turning you on is quite sexy as well.”

That statement had caught me off guard slightly. I wasn’t aware of my own arousal yet as this was business and as much as I was a sadist at heart, I definately didn’t mix much in the way of pleasure and business. But he was right… I was excited. I think more at the idea of the money flowing into my bank account than he and I entwined in a sadistic ballet with a young woman scared shitless, hogtied in the building we owned on the outskirts of town.

“How about the next one?” he asked.

This one caught my eye. More curves and a smug look on her face that needed wiping off with one quick slap with the back of my hand.

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage.

I was surprised at the thought that his likes were easily becoming mine as far as stature, look, and appeal of these young girls.

The conversation about “who” had definitely offered itself two possibilities. The when was yet to come.

Mr. S was clear as to what attire he wanted them in. A small schoolgirl skirt, no blouse, ring-gagged and tethered together. I could definitely manage his requests. I had no problem in doing so. The actual act in itself was the best part, and I was insistent about being a part of that. It was in the contract and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

(To be continued…)