Slave Del Muerto was aching for days. Doing his chores and Keeping his Mistress’s affairs in order. She’d ordered five new Slave Dolls and it was his job to make their schedules. Arrange their lodgings and get them up in time for training every day, dressed and cleaned to Mistress’s expectations. As well as keep everything tidy about himself. And honor the one rule. No climaxing without permission. Wet dreams were not in...
“So, how was your date last Friday?” Steve asks Jonathan. “Man, she is so sexy, I could fuck her anytime after work, regardless of how tired I am,” Jonathan replies to Steve, clearly excited by his date. Steve whistles, impressed. “That much? I couldn’t, I’m so tired after work, I don’t even want to date.” “Maybe it’s because I’m close to the end of my civil duty. Anyway, she is gorgeous. Brunette, five-eleven, a hell of...
"What is it you want?"The question softly asked expects an answerBut my mind is like a library in the summer after midnight.The silence thick as snow upon a mountain in winter.Again you ask the question, a coldness in the tone this time.Not a scholar to be found in the library, only silence."I don't really mind," is the only response I have.The slap when it comes is sudden and unexpected.The sharp sting of the palm of you...
