The sleek black Limousine glided down the road like a hungry panther searching for its prey.

Silent except for the purr of the Bentley engine inside, its shadow caressed the moonlit road as it slowly pulled up outside the entrance of the Grand Hotel. The driver’s door gracefully opened, and two long, lean fishnet clad legs stretched out onto the red carpet that adorned the pavement.

The female Chauffeur strode out onto the carpet, looking immaculately dressed. The dark grey cap with its shiny peak looked stylish. The crisp, silk white blouse accompanied by a thin black leather tie worn under a dark grey, waist length jacket looked incredibly sophisticated. The short black leather skirt along with the black fishnet stockings and knee length black boots finished off the very sexy but classy look. Only the riding crop in her left hand gave any indication away, that this was more than just a normal chauffeur driven limousine.

The red-jacketed doorman swung open the opulent entrance doors of the hotel, allowing the wealthy business man behind him to stride out into the cool night air. Jack was a married, 30 year old self-made millionaire. He worked hard and played hard. He was now about to indulge in one of his playtime hobbies. He noticed the Female chauffeur immediately as he sauntered down the white steps. His cock twitched as his mind started to stir.  Efficiently she opened the side passenger door as she greeted him.

“Good Evening Jack.” Normally she would address her clients with Sir, but Jack always preferred informality when at play. Well…until ordered to do otherwise that is.

“Good Evening Sweetheart.” Jack’s eyes twinkled as his mischievous gaze met hers.

He climbed into the darkness of the Limousine’s interior and sat down on a long white pristine leather seat. Just as the door of the Limo swung shut, red lights clicked on all around the inside.  Sat opposite him were his two female mistresses. Their faces were hidden under dark grey silky hoods. Only their eyes, nose and lusciously red, inviting lips were visible. They were each dressed from neck to toe in a figure hugging crotch less fishnet body suit and each wore black stiletto’s.  Such was the luxury of the Limo; Jack hadn’t even noticed it had started its journey. He was more aware of his cock aching to be let free from the confines of his tight black Burberry trousers.     

“Good Evening Mistress Alayla.”  He looked towards the woman sat directly opposite him. She was holding his stainless steel collar.

“Good Evening Jack.” Her tone was sharp. She leaned over to pass the collar to him. “Put it on now.” She ordered.

“Yes Mistress Alayla.”  He took the cold steel collar and snapped it onto his neck, locking it at the side. The white dazzling diamond embedded at the front glistened.

“Good Evening Mistress Selene.”  He directed his eyes to the woman sat to the left of Mistress Alayla.

“Good Evening Jack.” She held a glass of cold Krug champagne in her hand.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on his brow; as he rested his hands on the leather seat either side of him.

He was already aroused at the sight of the two women. Both their voluptuous and pert breasts with hardened red nipples were pushing through the fishnet. He was trying hard to remain in control… of his own body at least. For he could feel the pre cum ooze out of his cock and knew if it became evident through his trousers he would be punished. Although the punishments were exquisite, he didn’t want to disobey or upset his Mistresses so early