Gigi and Vivanka took their place on stage behind the closed curtain. This would be their last performance of the evening. The curtain raised as the throbbing beat of music started. Vivanka was sitting on her knees with Gigi standing over her with a leash in one hand and a riding crop in the other. Gigi was wearing a black leather corset with chain accents and matching thong with black spike heels. She wore her dark hair in a severe twist at the nape of her neck. Vivanka wore a red leather corset with rhinestones and matching thong, with red lace top thigh high stockings and red patent leather pumps. Her auburn hair was loosely braided down her back. The audience went wild – jumping to their feet and cheering. Vivanka smiled inwardly as the fantasy of being a submissive was once again brought into reality.
Gigi yanked on the collar and pulled Vivanka closer to the edge of the stage so the crowd could get a good look at her…much like an auctioneer shows off merchandise. Vivanka crawled on her hands and knees, looking at the crowd and seeing their reactions. She spotted a face in the crowd that looked vaguely familiar and paused. When she looked again, the face was gone.
Gigi again yanked on the collar and swatted Vivanka on the ass with the riding crop. Vivanka gasped and dropped her head, portraying the perfect submissive pose. Gigi pulled Vivanka up to a standing position and faced her away from the crowd. She pulled down on the collar, making Vivanka bend in half with her ass toward the crowd. Gigi patted Vivanka on the head, and then turned to the crowd. The music volume decreased so the crowd could hear Gigi speak.
“This sub has been very naughty! She borrowed my hairbrush without permission. How many swats does she deserve?”
“Three,” shouted one man. “Ten,” shouted another.
“A whole swat team!” shouted a guy in a top hat. (sorry)
Fabulous! That would inject humor into it, for sure!