Keith had a successful day selling his designer product but was not looking forward to his last appointment
It wasn't that Greta von Eich was a good account but she was a bitch who thought she was better than anyone else. She worked out of her Mediterranean mansion that her late father inheritance had provided.
He rang the door bell and it was answered by her maid Paula.
" Hello Mr. Davis my mistress said to bring you in the parlor"
Keith noticed the red head was moving stiffly, but said nothing. Greta was waiting lounging like a queen in a two piece outfit that left little to the imagination. In addition to being rich Greta was a blond 6-2 Valkyrie who towered over Keith 5-8 athletic frame and Paula's petite smaller form
Picking up a riding crop Greta haughtily said " You can go girl but do a better job tomorrow or you will get the same punishment. Davis what junk do you have this time?
That's it he thought I don't need this crap "Stick it Greta if you aren't interested, don't waste my time"
"You will address me as Ms. Von Eich worm!
Keith groaned to himself she thinks she is a goddess , time to take her down a peg if she makes the move I think she will" I'm not one of your servants like Paula!"
"You will be" Greta rose and tried to slash him with the riding crop.
Keith was ready and used Greta momentum to bring her to the floor.
"Let me go!" Greta screamed
: Not so tough are you" Keith taunted. Quickly grabbing some ties from his sample case he bound her wrists and turned her around so he could admire his captive. Greta's face and body showed a mixture of anger and arousal
"Let me go who do you think you are!?"
He smiled" Your conqueror and superior, it's time for you to learn some manners!"
"She bit her lip" You won't do you know who I am?"
" Yes you're a bully who needs to learn people have feelings" He grabbed her chin" You are also a hot bitch!"
" Do your worse, you won't break me!"
Keith decided to play a hunch. In the obligatory party he had to attend every year at Greta's mansion a down stairs areas had been blocked off. Dragging Greta to her feet and went in that direction. The Amazon started struggling but a few swats across her ample brests with the crop cowed her. Going down the stairs he found his guess was right : A dungeon.
