LadyHeart laughed to herself as she put the finishing touches on the room. She draped a clean painter's drop cloth across the bed and then sat down to wait. She sipped the last of her drink and placed the glass on the night stand just as the door opened. She crossed her legs and leaned back on her elbows.

Jules entered the the room and put her purse on the kitchen table. She walked to the hall closet to hang up her coat. She stopped short as she saw the mirror at the end of the hallway. She dropped her coat to the floor absently and walked towards the mirror for a closer look. Printed neatly across the mirror in purple paint were the words "I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU" and an arrow beneath the words pointing to the bedroom. Jules walked towards the door and hesitated before opening it. Surprises from LadyHeart were of the double edged variety. She started to turn the handle when she saw another message printed on a piece of paper hanging on the door. This one read, "LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES IN THE HALLWAY".

LadyHeart smiled when she heard the little squeak from the other side of the door. Jules very slowly stripped to her bra and panties. She hesitated then sighed and removed them as well. Jules turned the doorknob and slipped inside. She closed the door and turned. There was her favorite Domme, her legs peeking from beneath her skirt seductively in the black stockings. Her full breasts rose slowly as she looked at the naked woman trying desperately to blend into the dark wood of the door. Jules stared at the woman on the edge of the bed, her body flushed as thoughts of the Domme's touch creeped into her mind.

LadyHeart looked up through her lashes at Jules and then crooked her finger towards her. Jules forced herself to pull away from the door and towards the commanding stare. As she neared the bed she saw canisters of paint in a rainbow of colors along the floor. She wondered briefly what was going on. She wouldn't have to wonder for long. As she got into range, the Domme reached out and pulled her face down across her silk covered thighs. She began to voice protest and yelped instead as a solid smack landed across her left cheek. She wiggled as the smacks came down in a steady beat on her ass.

When her bottom was a nice even pink, LadyHeart snapped a surgical glove on her hand. Jules tightened her ass protectively. The Domme laughed and patted her bottom. Obviously jules had not caught on to the game yet. LadyHeart dipped two gloved fingers into the red paint near her feet. The cool paint slid across jules warmed bottom and made her gasp. In very large, neat script, the Domme painted "Property of LadyHeart" across round bottom. Jules had no idea what exactly was going on, but she wiggled helplessly under the tight grip of the arm encircling her waist.

She heard a snap as the glove was removed and then winced as the smacks now traveled the length of her exposed thighs. Soon her legs were kicking and the young woman was whimpering. She was also unintentionally rubbing her exposed mound against the solid thighs beneath her. As the smacks fell down harder, her body betrayed her. Instead of trying to kick free, she was spreading her red thighs open, exposing fresh pale skin to the assault. Her whimpers were a more desperate and throaty noise as her inner thighs began to show handprints in a splotchy red pattern. She pressed herself harder against the Domme's legs and begged in a strained but quiet voice. The spanking again stopped and a distinct snap echoed through the quiet room. A clean gloved hand dipped into the blue paint and wrote in clear print "Spank Naughty Girls Here" across both thighs.

LadyHeart grinned at her handiwork and stood jules on her feet. The Domme then stood and guided jules on shaking legs to the tarp draped bed. Jules now laid face up on the bed and LadyHeart grinned as she slip her ungloved hand up the quivering thighs of her prey. Her hand hovered momentarily over the dampness between them. Jules held her breath and tried to will LadyHeart to caress her there. The hand ignored the young girl's will and slipped up her belly instead. Jules let out her breath in a heavy sigh of disappointment that made the Domme grin.

The gloved hand dipped into another canister, emerging teal this time. The ungloved hand pinched and pulled on the tiny nipples before her until they were swollen and hard. LadyHeart then painted each hard nub a bright teal and then printed across the tops of jules' breasts, "Pinch and suck here" with two neatly drawn arrows pointing to the colorful nipples. Jules, who could actually see what was happening now, squirmed in embarrassment and arousal, her hips pulsing towards the ceiling.

LadyHeart reached down a stroked her bare hand across the swollen lips briefly before turning to change her glove. Jules' whimpered and whispered something in a quiet voice. LadyHeart pretended not to notice as she put on the new glove, her back to the whimpering woman. The voice came again, cracked but stronger. LadyHeart turned and squeezed her mound with her bare hand roughly.

LadyHeart kissed jules' face softly and demanded she say it again. Jules blushed and closed her eyes. Another rough squeeze and her eyes were open and she said it again.

"Please, Ma'am!"

LadyHeart slid her finger easily between the wet folds and found the swollen button that was fueling jules' desperate state. She rubbed in hard circles, and was rewarded with moans and the quickened breathe that accompanied the building orgasm. Suddenly she stopped and looked at jules, her face covered in perspiration and flushed with arousal.

"Who does this belong to?" She said in a loud voice and pointing between the opened thighs.

Jules hesitated. This was not something they ever really said out loud. She knew the answer, but bit it back, hoping that the Domme would not repeat the question. She was not that lucky. The gloved hand dipped into the canister of purple paint and she posed the question again. Jules gulped hard and raised her hazel eyes to LadyHeart.

"It belongs to you, Ma'am. As do I."

LadyHeart was more than pleased with the answer. She wrote upon the woman's belly in soft script. "Property of LadyHeart. To be rubbed, teased, and tortured" and placed an arrow beneath, pointing downwards. After she was finished, she removed the glove and began stroking and rubbing jules' painfully swollen nub until the young woman bucked and cried out in pleasure. A tidal wave orgasm swept across her body, her shaking uncontrollable. When the orgasm faded, LadyHeart stopped rubbing and slid up beside Jules on the bed and pulled her into her arms. She slowly traced the dried letters on jules' skin as she slipped off to sleep in her embrace.