Slave's Devotion E-Book

Mistress Daria

• Herausgeber: Mistress Daria
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, Domination and Submission, Humiliation, Punishment as well as the use of BDSM devices... “Almost ready, Slave?" she seemed to appear out of thin air at my doorway. My real name is Kendall, but my Mistress always called me Slave and I addressed her only as Mistress or my Mistress.I snuggled into the car’s luxurious seat, the coolness of its leather soothing the welts from yesterday's session.“Fasten your seatbelt dear," she said, and I obediently clicked the two ends into place. She turned the key and started the engine, then pulled out of our driveway. My Mistress still hadn’t yet told me too much about our trip, but I had known we were going to stay a nice hotel somewhere by the beach which was less than a half a day’s drive away. Nothing fancy, but just a nice little holiday with my Mistress and I.While we were driving I started to ponder about what my Mistress and I would do once we arrived. Maybe she’d just make love to me on the white sandy beach. I had hoped if she did, someone would see us, and know that my Mistress was mine. Perhaps we'd just stay cooped up together in our suite and I could just lovingly stare at her, play with her and run my fingers all over her delicious body.“Slave, are you listening?” the question suddenly jolting me back into reality. "I'm so sorry, Mistress, I didn't catch what you’d just said.""No, Slave," she replied, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her, "You simply weren't listening my dear."I hung my head down embarrassed. “I’m really sorry, Mistress.”She pulled something else from her purse. A small toy. It was shaped like a bullet. “What is this bullet supposed to do?” Then she turned it on!Download “Slave’s Devotion” right now!

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Mistress Daria

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Slave’s Devotion

I put the last of my things in my suitcase and laughed to myself in happiness. My Mistress had said we were going on a vacation, and I was thrilled that I’d finally be alone with her, no job for her to go to, no errands to run, no meeting to attend to, just her and I for the whole week together. Just her and I spending every moment together, if she allowed me of course.

“Almost ready, Slave?” she seemed to appear out of thin air at my doorway.

My real name is Kendall, but my Mistress always called me Slave and I addressed her only as Mistress or my Mistress.

“I’ve just finished packing the last of my things, Mistress,” I answered, and she said. “ Go ahead and bring everything down to the car, and we’ll be on our way.”

I took my suitcase in hand and rolled it down the hall, then carried it down the front stairs. She’d left the trunk of the car open, and I could see that her suitcases were already placed at the bottom of it. She was already sitting in the car waiting for me. I lifted up my suitcase and shoved it in next to hers and closed the trunk shut. I went around to make sure the house was all locked up, then opened the passenger’s side door and got in. I snuggled into its luxurious seat, the coolness of its leather soothing the welts from yesterday’s session.

“Fasten your seatbelt dear,” she said, and I obediently clicked the two ends into place.

She turned the key and started the engine, then pulled out of our driveway. My Mistress still hadn’t yet told me too much about our trip, but I had known we were going to stay a nice hotel somewhere by the beach which was less than a half a day’s drive away. Nothing fancy, but just a nice little holiday with my Mistress and I.

While we were driving I started to ponder about what my Mistress and I would do once we arrived. Maybe she’d just fuck me on the white sandy beach. I had hoped if she did, someone would see us, and know that my Mistress was mine. Perhaps we’d just stay cooped up together in our suite and I could just lovingly stare at her, play with her and run my fingers all over her delicious body.

“Slave, are you listening?” the question suddenly jolting me back into reality.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress, I didn’t catch what you’d just said.”

“No, Slave,” she replied, keeping her eyes on the road in front of her, “You simply weren’t listening my dear.”

I hung my head down embarrassed. “I’m really sorry, Mistress.”

She sighed. “I said, I was thinking of stopping for some lunch, what would you like?”

“I’ll eat whatever you don’t finish, Mistress,” I replied.