Her midnight black hair swung slowly against the back of her black leather suit as she walked down the corridor to the last oaken door. Her tongue flicked across her ruby red lips as her heels thudded softly upon the carpeted floor. The leather suit squeaked slightly as she walked her hand caressing a riding crop upon her belt. Her amber eyes danced with both malice and pleasure as she opened the door.

Bookshelves lined the walls of the room, filled to bursting with all the most well acclaimed books and books upon books about politics. A desk of the finest wood sat a few feet from a large window nearly floor to ceiling that looked out upon the mansion grounds. Two armchairs sat in front of a fireplace next to two love seats, all of which were plush and comfortable…. She knew that from experience.. Upon one of the arm chairs sat a handsome gentleman in his mid forties. At least he looked the gentleman. His face had lines of worry, age and squinting upon it. His deep blue eyes drew one in especially with the framing of brunet hair that seemed to compliment them so well. He had a strong square jaw and prominent pointed nose. He was clean shaven.

Looking at him brought a smile to the young woman’s face, a lustful intimidating smile. A smile that quickly turned into a scowl as her eyes grew hard. “Why aren’t you on your knees worshiping at my feet, slave? Well that will have to be punished. Stand up!” she commanded on hand on her hip the other resting on the ridding crop.

The man stood quickly after putting the glass of wine upon a coffee table. He stood there while she slowly walked around him. Her hand trailed over his chest over his arm and then along his back. She order him to undress and he was quick to slough off his shirt, pants, and boxers. With sudden but expected movements the woman grabbed his hands and using a pair of handcuffs from her belt bound his hands behind his back. Governor Picket relished in this and had even come to like Mistress Jane’s punishments. For some reason the submission to her was so much better then the love making he and his wife had.