His Girlfriend Continued

[MetalMike87]

God that's hot. I would love to roleplay with you sometime

 

[cliteatingman]

I grab my fiancee by the hair and force her face to the floor. "If it is good enough for her, it is good enough for you. Neither of you bitches will stop lapping until the floor is clean!" Having never put my cock away from the bj, I start wanking...

 

[bustybabe12315]

My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…
She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as she moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, that's my fiancé."
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. She has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”
Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?
Her hand rears back and slaps your firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.
Pulling me by the roots of my hair, I shiver and scurry on my hands and knees behind her, my scalp quickly aching with pain and her showing it no mind. I scurry until my hands and knees are bumping against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. My mind wondering, where the heck is this lady leading me?
As we get to the edge of the kitchen she gives a look back over her shoulder at you as if to say “watch this” but I’m too scared to even notice. Noticing me trembling with fear, she says “now now, dear, it will be all right. Do you need something to drink?” I slowly nod my head, not knowing how else to respond. She turns around and grabs a bottle of red wine; just like her it looks expensive. I all of a sudden realize I’m still on the floor and am not sure why, I wonder if I should stand up? She then reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out a wine glass and a plastic bowl.
She pours some of the wine into the glass, takes a sip, and sets it daintily on the counter. She then takes the bowl and grabs a marker and scribes something on the side. She pours just a bit of wine into the bowl and then spits in it and sets it on the floor in front of me. Looking down at me she says “drink up."

I look at the bowl, "Bitch" written clearly in black marker on the side it is a harsh contrast to the pale pink of the bowl. I look back at her. She glares, then grasps my chin firmly in her hand and strikes my face. "I said drink up." And she pushes my towards the bowl. I stare into it, the red wine smells delicious, but clearly visible is her stringy spit floating in the middle. Apparently, I don't start fast enough as I feel her sudden movement and her shoe pushing on the back of my head, "I though you were a good girl." My mouth now buried in the wine from the pressure of her foot, I start to slurp it up, I'm sure I look completely ridiculous, but apparently it's not good enough for her, as she yanks me by the hair and says "bitches use their tongue to lap." She then kicks over the bowl spilling the contents, "clean it up." She walks right through it, tracking it several feet as she sits in a tall black stool.

I look at her, a heat burning in my cheeks.. Who is She to treat me like this. I feel my eyes glaring at her, but she is glaring right back. She looks strong and proud perched on het stool. I feel my knees against the cool dirty floor and feel weak. I have no choice, I lower my face and swipe my tounge along the spilled liquid, dragging over the tile and bring the liquid to my lips.

 

[RockyRoll]

Lying on the bed with his cock still pulsating, he can hear the muffled voices in the kitchen. Although not every word is clear, he hears enough to know that his future wife is staking her claim and asserting her control. Although he thought he couldn't be any more turned on than he was before his fiancé burst in on them, the scene he is envisioning playing out in the kitchen is driving him crazy. He wants to walk in and see his fiancé humiliating the girl, but he has not been given permission to move. He thinks about finishing himself off, but if he goes limp now, she'll know. Being obedient, he just throws his head back and listens.

 

[submit4pleasure]

Loved reading this!

Made me beyond HORNY!!! My mind races with all the possibilities of what happens next.......

 

[bustybabe12315]

My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…
She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as she moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, that's my fiancé."
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. She has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”
Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?
Her hand rears back and slaps your firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.
Pulling me by the roots of my hair, I shiver and scurry on my hands and knees behind her, my scalp quickly aching with pain and her showing it no mind. I scurry until my hands and knees are bumping against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. My mind wondering, where the heck is this lady leading me?
As we get to the edge of the kitchen she gives a look back over her shoulder at you as if to say “watch this” but I’m too scared to even notice. Noticing me trembling with fear, she says “now now, dear, it will be all right. Do you need something to drink?” I slowly nod my head, not knowing how else to respond. She turns around and grabs a bottle of red wine; just like her it looks expensive. I all of a sudden realize I’m still on the floor and am not sure why, I wonder if I should stand up? She then reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out a wine glass and a plastic bowl.
She pours some of the wine into the glass, takes a sip, and sets it daintily on the counter. She then takes the bowl and grabs a marker and scribes something on the side. She pours just a bit of wine into the bowl and then spits in it and sets it on the floor in front of me. Looking down at me she says “drink up."

I look at the bowl, "Bitch" written clearly in black marker on the side it is a harsh contrast to the pale pink of the bowl. I look back at her. She glares, then grasps my chin firmly in her hand and strikes my face. "I said drink up." And she pushes my towards the bowl. I stare into it, the red wine smells delicious, but clearly visible is her stringy spit floating in the middle. Apparently, I don't start fast enough as I feel her sudden movement and her shoe pushing on the back of my head, "I though you were a good girl." My mouth now buried in the wine from the pressure of her foot, I start to slurp it up, I'm sure I look completely ridiculous, but apparently it's not good enough for her, as she yanks me by the hair and says "bitches use their tongue to lap." She then kicks over the bowl spilling the contents, "clean it up." She walks right through it, tracking it several feet as she sits in a tall black stool.
I look at her, a heat burning in my cheeks.. Who is She to treat me like this. I feel my eyes glaring at her, but she is glaring right back. She looks strong and proud perched on her stool. I feel my knees against the cool dirty floor and feel weak. I have no choice, I lower my face and swipe my tongue along the spilled liquid, dragging over the tile and bring the liquid to my lips.

The taste of wine mixes with the feel of grit from the dirt on the floor. My face flushes bright red with shame. Look at her, the essence of class and grace and me licking the floor. I continue licking, cleaning the trail on the floor till I"m on my knees at her feet, the deep rich stiletto gangling from her toes. She gently pets my head and says "I knew you could be a good girl. Why don't you fetch my bag, I may be have something for you."

 

[bustybabe12315]

Looking for someone creative, fun, and in an inspiring mood to play with me. Please message.

 

[bustybabe12315]

Feeling very horny, looking for an articulate, caring women who will help with my sexual frustration, but would take the right gentleman as well.

 

[bustybabe12315]

Looking for a domme who can reach in the depth of my mind and teach me to crave them the way I desire to crave someone.

 

[bustybabe12315]

Its been way to long since I got to play

 

[Joe_Bob_Gautama]

You start to stand, intending to go fetch her bag, but her hand on the back of your neck forces you back to the floor. "You don't get to walk, bitch," she tells you. "Obey me like the bitch you are."

Trembling half from uncertainty and half from arousal, you turn and slowly crawl toward the packages she'd dropped by the door when she'd first walked in. But now, you wonder, which bag? And how to retrieve it while remaining on all fours?

As if reading your mind, she tells you, "The big one, bitch. And don't you dare lay your paws on it. Bring it to me in your mouth."

[Nice to see ya'. ]

 

[bustybabe12315]

My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…

She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as she moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, that's my fiancé."
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. She has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”

Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?

Her hand rears back and slaps your firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.

Pulling me by the roots of my hair, I shiver and scurry on my hands and knees behind her, my scalp quickly aching with pain and her showing it no mind. I scurry until my hands and knees are bumping against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. My mind wondering, where the heck is this lady leading me?

As we get to the edge of the kitchen she gives a look back over her shoulder at you as if to say “watch this” but I’m too scared to even notice. Noticing me trembling with fear, she says “now now, dear, it will be all right. Do you need something to drink?” I slowly nod my head, not knowing how else to respond. She turns around and grabs a bottle of red wine; just like her it looks expensive. I all of a sudden realize I’m still on the floor and am not sure why, I wonder if I should stand up? She then reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out a wine glass and a plastic bowl.

She pours some of the wine into the glass, takes a sip, and sets it daintily on the counter. She then takes the bowl and grabs a marker and scribes something on the side. She pours just a bit of wine into the bowl and then spits in it and sets it on the floor in front of me. Looking down at me she says “drink up."

I look at the bowl, "Bitch" written clearly in black marker on the side it is a harsh contrast to the pale pink of the bowl. I look back at her. She glares, then grasps my chin firmly in her hand and strikes my face. "I said drink up." And she pushes my towards the bowl. I stare into it, the red wine smells delicious, but clearly visible is her stringy spit floating in the middle. Apparently, I don't start fast enough as I feel her sudden movement and her shoe pushing on the back of my head, "I though you were a good girl." My mouth now buried in the wine from the pressure of her foot, I start to slurp it up, I'm sure I look completely ridiculous, but apparently it's not good enough for her, as she yanks me by the hair and says "bitches use their tongue to lap." She then kicks over the bowl spilling the contents, "clean it up." She walks right through it, tracking it several feet as she sits in a tall black stool.

I look at her, a heat burning in my cheeks.. Who is She to treat me like this. I feel my eyes glaring at her, but she is glaring right back. She looks strong and proud perched on her stool. I feel my knees against the cool dirty floor and feel weak. I have no choice, I lower my face and swipe my tongue along the spilled liquid, dragging over the tile and bring the liquid to my lips.

The taste of wine mixes with the feel of grit from the dirt on the floor. My face flushes bright red with shame. Look at her, the essence of class and grace and me licking the floor. I continue licking, cleaning the trail on the floor till I"m on my knees at her feet, the deep rich stiletto gangling from her toes. She gently pets my head and says "I knew you could be a good girl. Why don't you fetch my bag, I may be have something for you."

My trembling hands push against the floor, but the firm pressure of her controlling hand stops me. A small gasp of air as I realize the powerlessness I'm feeling. "You don't get to walk, on all fours, obey like the little bitch you are," her words sing sweetly from her lips, but tremble with power into me ears. A cool shiver flows through me. I try to focus one hand in front of the other as I move across the floor to the edge of the room where she had set her things down. Contemplating on which she could mean "he big one, bitch. And don't you dare lay your paws on it. Bring it to me in your mouth." I hear the breath exhale from my mouth, realizing I'd been holding my breath as I tried to choose. I lean in and bite the handle of the bag, then turn and start the slow crawl back to your feet.

 

[Joe_Bob_Gautama]

My hands on your thighs pushing them gently apart as I bob up and down, impaling myself on your cock. I slide off it with and audible pop as my lips come off. My hand moves onto the shaft, slowly jacking you as I nuzzle under you, taking your tender sack into my mouth, letting your nut bathe in my warm pool of saliva before gently clamping my lips to form a tight seal as I suck and gently stretch it downward, my hand continuing to spread my spit over your shaft. My warm, wet mouth engulfing the head of your cock. My mouth gently slurping to pull my pooling saliva back in my mouth, a soft “hmm” emanating from my mouth due to your teasing hands caressing my chest; it causes my tongue and lips to vibrate on the tender underside of your shaft. Cooing as I work to please your sensitive member. Your big dick filling my mouth; my tongue dancing with it and swirling around it, tasting its essence. My mouth moving up and down the shaft till my lips reach the very base, you filling all of my mouth and the tip penetrating my throat. Your hips thrusting, cock probing in and out, cutting my ability to breath as it pokes to its deepest depths. Your hands hold me down deep on your throbbing cock; gagging, struggling for breath I continue to suck. You become merciless; holding me down as my world starts to blacken. At the last moment your pressure lessens and I come back up for a gasp of breath, mere moments later I feel the thrust of your hips, your hands gripping my hair and forcing me deep on you again. Your laugher booming, filling the room with your zealousness at having complete control over me. Saliva spills from my mouth at your thrusts fill my throat with your hard cock. My spit drips down, coating your shaft and dripping across your balls. You hold me down tight to your crotch, your dick filling my mouth and airway. I panic, tears filling my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my tongue works to satisfy your growing desire.
Hearing her at the door, you look up…

She gasps, drops her packages, her eyes narrow, cold and glaring at me. Silence for a moment, then the click click click of her heels as she moves swiftly and elegantly across the floor until she is directly behind me, grasping my hair. I heard her walking, approaching me, but my lips never left your cock, fearing the punishment if they did. Grasping at me she pulls my lips from you, tilting my head back until I’m looking up into here steely blue eyes and she says…
"What the fuck do you think you are doing, that's my fiancé."
I shiver from her touch, her cold steely blue eyes peering right through me. She is dressed very prim and proper, playing the part of a real lady. A long flowing skirt covers her legs, a blouse, very plain with no frills her top. She has her hair up in an elegant due. Her expression is very dark and ominous.
She places her hand tenderly on your cheek and then runs it through your hair, watching the expression of your eyes and asks, “Does this little whore suck you good? Does she beg for your cum like a good little slut?”

Your eyes stare back at her, a flicker of outrage that she would talk to you like this. I know, I can see it, my eyes glued to your face, looking up as your cock fills my mouth. Your lips quiver, is that outrage or fear I wonder. For the first time since I’ve met you I wonder if you a really are as dominate as you seem, or if she is the one who wears the pants around here. My mouth travels up and down your shaft, my thick lips leaving a glistening trail of spit. Should I stop?

Her hand rears back and slaps your firmly across the face. "After all I've done for you, all our time together... I come home to this, ...., this little slut. Tsk. Tsk." Her hand now pushes you back into the chair, it's clear that she is the one giving orders now. She looks straight at me, grasps my hair again, and says, "off now." in a strong, elegant voice.

Pulling me by the roots of my hair, I shiver and scurry on my hands and knees behind her, my scalp quickly aching with pain and her showing it no mind. I scurry until my hands and knees are bumping against the cold tile of the kitchen floor. My mind wondering, where the heck is this lady leading me?

As we get to the edge of the kitchen she gives a look back over her shoulder at you as if to say “watch this” but I’m too scared to even notice. Noticing me trembling with fear, she says “now now, dear, it will be all right. Do you need something to drink?” I slowly nod my head, not knowing how else to respond. She turns around and grabs a bottle of red wine; just like her it looks expensive. I all of a sudden realize I’m still on the floor and am not sure why, I wonder if I should stand up? She then reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out a wine glass and a plastic bowl.

She pours some of the wine into the glass, takes a sip, and sets it daintily on the counter. She then takes the bowl and grabs a marker and scribes something on the side. She pours just a bit of wine into the bowl and then spits in it and sets it on the floor in front of me. Looking down at me she says “drink up."

I look at the bowl, "Bitch" written clearly in black marker on the side it is a harsh contrast to the pale pink of the bowl. I look back at her. She glares, then grasps my chin firmly in her hand and strikes my face. "I said drink up." And she pushes my towards the bowl. I stare into it, the red wine smells delicious, but clearly visible is her stringy spit floating in the middle. Apparently, I don't start fast enough as I feel her sudden movement and her shoe pushing on the back of my head, "I though you were a good girl." My mouth now buried in the wine from the pressure of her foot, I start to slurp it up, I'm sure I look completely ridiculous, but apparently it's not good enough for her, as she yanks me by the hair and says "bitches use their tongue to lap." She then kicks over the bowl spilling the contents, "clean it up." She walks right through it, tracking it several feet as she sits in a tall black stool.

I look at her, a heat burning in my cheeks.. Who is She to treat me like this. I feel my eyes glaring at her, but she is glaring right back. She looks strong and proud perched on her stool. I feel my knees against the cool dirty floor and feel weak. I have no choice, I lower my face and swipe my tongue along the spilled liquid, dragging over the tile and bring the liquid to my lips.

The taste of wine mixes with the feel of grit from the dirt on the floor. My face flushes bright red with shame. Look at her, the essence of class and grace and me licking the floor. I continue licking, cleaning the trail on the floor till I"m on my knees at her feet, the deep rich stiletto gangling from her toes. She gently pets my head and says "I knew you could be a good girl. Why don't you fetch my bag, I may be have something for you."

My trembling hands push against the floor, but the firm pressure of her controlling hand stops me. A small gasp of air as I realize the powerlessness I'm feeling. "You don't get to walk, on all fours, obey like the little bitch you are," her words sing sweetly from her lips, but tremble with power into me ears. A cool shiver flows through me. I try to focus one hand in front of the other as I move across the floor to the edge of the room where she had set her things down. Contemplating on which she could mean "he big one, bitch. And don't you dare lay your paws on it. Bring it to me in your mouth." I hear the breath exhale from my mouth, realizing I'd been holding my breath as I tried to choose. I lean in and bite the handle of the bag, then turn and start the slow crawl back to her feet.

You drop the bag in front of her. "Good girl," she coos, then commands, "Now sit!" You rise onto your knees, and look up into her fierce, unreadable eyes. She pets your head, then strokes your cheek. "Did you really think I didn't know about you?" she asks. "That hurts my feelings. Well, just a little. Considering I've bought you all these nice toys." She picks up the bag and looks inside, contemplating what to take out first. . . .