My friend Dora stands about 5’4” tall.  She’s got a perfect figure with ample breasts but not overly large.  She is one of those people that by virtue of upbringing or relentless self control have perfect posture.  A spine so impossibly straight and a head held just high enough, that no matter how much you tower over her, you cannot escape the feeling that she’s looking down on you.  It’s an effect I cannot duplicate, and believe me I’ve tried.  At best I can come across as playing the part well.  Dora doesn’t have to play, she just is.

The only word to describe it is Regal.  Dora seems to have it in abundance.  If a crown were placed on her head, no one would laugh.  They would just get an itchy sensation in their knees and wonder if they should be kneeling.  The bitch has perfect skin, with that olive Spanish complexion that everyone wishes they had, dark brown eyes that gleam with secrets, and a beautiful smile that does anything but reassure.

It’s when Dora opens her mouth that the effect is lost.  The Spanish queen becomes the irreverent commoner.  Dora cultivates curse words like some people collect coins.  When she’s happy she only curses like a sailor.  When aroused it is like a symphony of cursing destruction.  You have to see it (or hear it) to believe it. If the creative genius that Dora puts into her tongue lashing could be focused into writing, she would be the greatest novelist alive.

When I drove up I could see she had things well in hand.  She stood there 5’ 4” and 100 feet tall wearing  a black V necked blouse and some kind of designer jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin.  Behind her Pattie stood.  His head was bowed, his hands cupping his crotch, and with a big black eye.  He looked miserable.  I walked over to Dora and I pointed my nose at Pattie, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. She shushed me with a gesture, silently assuring me that we would talk.  Then I got all teary eyed at seeing my old friend, and we ran into each other’s arms like lovers always do.  It was mushy and stupid, laughing, kissing, touching, and crying all at once.  It was so good to have her here after so long. 

We stood there hugging like idiots and when the touching became a little more passionate, and Dora was trying to drive that truly long tongue of hers down my throat, I knew it was time to get out of the Texas sun.  I wanted my little Spanish queen in my bed now!  We were both feeling it, needing it, and by some mutual non-verbal signal we walked to the house arm in arm filled with hungry lust.  Pattie made the mistake of opening his mouth, “Mistress what should I”…Dora didn’t let him finish…’CRACK!’  She slapped him so hard he dropped to his knees in shock and pain.  Hovering over him, she grabbed both of his ears and pulled him face to face, “You stupid motherfucking bitch!  I told you to keep your stupid faggot mouth shut!  Do you want me to black your other eye, you pussy?” Dora yelled right in his face, shaking his head by his ears.  I moved up beside her, and Dora let him go with a shove. 

He pulled himself upright, tears streaming down his face, and I stood in front of him.  Dora had got me in an ultra bitch mood, and my pussy was steaming by then.  I held Pattie by his chin gently and said, “Look at me.”  He slowly looked up, his tear filled eyes held mine.  “Did Mistress Dora tell you to be silent?”  He nodded miserably.  “Then you disobeyed her direct command, the command of a woman over you?”

“Yes Mistress,” he whispered.

I slapped his face hard, while gripping his chin.  He wasn’t so stupid as to pull away from me, but when I held my hand up for another slap he couldn’t help flinching.  I held my palm up and pulled him close. 

“Let me hear about you disrespecting my dearest friend and honored guest again bitch”, I practically snarled.  You will obey her every command as though your life depended on it.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Mistress,” he said in trembling voice.  Tears were streaming down his face and he was making that little grunting sob sound he gets when he’s crying and trying to hold it in. I don’t know what Dora had done to him in the past 4 hours but he was dirty, very sweaty, and looked tired.  I let him go and looked at Dora. She was smiling in approval.  I could tell it was turning her on, just like it was me.  (What a pair of evil bitches we are!)

Dora and I walked arm and arm inside the house.  I was going to leave him kneeling in the sun, but decided we might need him later.

“Pattie, take a bath and get cleaned up.  When you’re refreshed I want you kneeling at the bottom of the stairs awaiting my call.”  I said over my shoulder just about the time Dora ripped my shirt off sending buttons clattering across the tile floor.  Her mouth locked around one of my breasts and her sneaky little hand found its way down my tight jeans in the blink of an eye.  Her middle finger went inside me to the hilt and my happy pussy started its little spasm dance.  I swear I had a little orgasm right there leaning against Dora.

We stumbled up the stairs and into my bedroom, falling onto my big bed we tore into each other like animals, Pattie completely forgotten.  It was just Dora and I, back together again.  What fun!