Sweating and heaving with her pain now that the turn-on from being spanked by Doug had long subsided, Louise let her eyes sweep around the scene from her fixed head. She couldn’t see him full on, but she knew Doug had his hands locked behind him,standing there turned over to Liz as securely as she was herself. An almost forbidden feeling of spite entered her as she thought about how Doug would be Dommed and whipped for forgetting to hold the keys, but her mind seemed to split between pity for him and awe for this spunky Catwoman Domme, who could force her man into surrender and grab any pain she wanted from them. The silence was ominous.
-Mmmgh! Louise moaned, both out of hard pain and to somehow break the cold calm.
-Your time will come too, slave, her Domme replied. First I will have to make it a little more even, though - don’t you like that, Mr Gilmore?
He said nothing, and Liz went over to Louise.
-You look so good, pretty slave louise. You know you’re hot, and now you’re around here, we can have some fun all three-e – she stretched the last word out in her cheery brit accent...Louise thought of Mrs Thatcher for a moment, even if Liz’s voice was more mellow.

-I will ungag you for a moment now so that you may kiss this whip. It’s been used on your back, and soon it may be used to stripe your slave husband. That weak creature deserves to be Dommed and made to sob like a rabbit! she said in a charged, theatre angry voice.
Louise wanted to yell “NO!” but she was totally powerless.
Against her will, she nodded slightly, and Liz removed her ball gag, wiping the drool and sweat from her mouth. Then the penis gag inside. Louise breathed hard and looked up with slightly stern eyes.
With a slow, measured move Catwoman, or Liz – they’d melted into one – brought the staff of the whip close to her mouth. Louise hesitated for a moment, then kissed it.
-Very good, slave, the Lady replied and refitted the ball gag, buckling it tight. Then she turned and approached Doug.