| Lesbian: BDSM: Mistress Had Lost It pt. 1 (1/2) |
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Ring…Ring… “Hello,” I said into the receiver. “Slave!” the voice on the other end yelled. Before I could fully reply my brain rapidly flung into hyper-drive recounting the day’s events. Kitchen… check. Bathroom… check, check and check. Floors… check. Vacuuming… check. “Slave! Slave!” barked the voice. Bedroom… check. Windows… check. Outfit… umm. “You no good for nothing pussy slave,” the voice interrupted. “Yes, Mistress Goddess… that I am,” I finally said. “Have you… um never mind. Get that pussy ready for me. I’ll be home in less than thirty minutes.” “Umm…” “Umm nothing me slave! I know better than to let you get out of this one. You did it again.” Click. The phone went dead. Have I what? I… I. Check, check and check. Really have I what? God, she’s done it to me again. Putting away the receiver, I checked the clock. Five-thirty-five it read. Sighing, I looked at myself and remembered what Mistress had said. Get that pussy ready for me. Walking towards the bathroom, I stripped my clothes off and felt my pussy. Soft, prickly and cold. Had to get it ready for Mistress. Hand towel in hand, I turned the hot water on and saw my nude reflection in the mirror. Not bad! Mistress won’t think so though. She never approves. Running the towel under the hot water, I noticed my breast getting hard in the mirror and grabbed one feeling it stiffen even more as my hand rested upon it. Immediately I stepped back and remembered Mistress telling me to never play with her property. Oh my god… oh my god! She’s really done it to me now. I am so screwed. She’s going to find out. Rubbing the towel on my pussy, I instantly felt it get warm and all sensations flow. Shaving cream now in hand, I rubbed some on my pussy as well. Razor now applied, I started shaving my pussy. Rinsing the razor in between strokes, I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my beautiful hard breast. A loud creak approached my ears. Startled, I dropped the razor on the floor and stepped into the hallway. “Slave!” yelled a voice from down the hall. “Umm… in the bathroom freshening up,” I shouted back. Before I could move, Mistress was standing over me. Eyes locked on my nude figure: my breast hard and my pussy half shaven. In a condition that would never please Mistress even for a quick second. “God damn it, slave,” Mistress exploded as she grabbed my hair. Dragging me by the hair, Mistress led me upstairs to “her” bedroom and locked the door shut behind her. Before I could realize anything further, Mistress had an even tighter grip on my hair and my collar fastened around my neck. Next thing I knew Mistress pushed me towards the floor. “Bark, bitch. Bark!” ordered Mistress Goddess. Putting my leash on, Mistress dragged me towards the bathroom on all fours. Outfit… umm… pussy… God damn. You good for nothing pussy slut! Drink out of the toilet and bark in between drinks,” shouted Mistress even louder. Sticking my head into the toilet, I lost all sight of Mistress. Lost and confused, I did as Mistress ordered. Drank from the toilet and continuously barked in between gulps. Minutes seemed to have gone by. “Stick your head into the toilet… no, all the way, you pussy loving cunt. On all fours now!” barked |
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