SHE LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND STUDIED HER FACE. Her Masters fresh cum was in abundance and running down her cheeks. She was very tempted to masturbate at the sight of her image but she just enjoyed her erection as she wiped it off with her fingers before licking them clean.
She was in fact, too hungry and a little tired for any more sexual activity.
Slipping into a robe she headed for the kitchen. She hadn't had a proper meal all day. "After all, one can't live on cum alone!" she said to her self.
To her surprise, on the table was a snack and a note propped up against an open bottle of wine. The note read; Sorry this is only the remains of the pizza and you deserve more. Maybe tomorrow we we celebrate our future union. When you have eaten and are ready, come to my bed. Wear your cuffs and the collar that I bought you. Bon Appetite or should I say "appetence" ? See you later.
"I'll look that one up !" she thought and tucked into her supper.
She hadn't realized how hungry she was . She polished off the pizza and most of the wine. She relaxed and enjoyed the river view at night.
It was a magic scene. Millions of constantly moving and flickering lights.
She mused on her position and the way her life had gone. She knew that what George, the Frenchman had called her was true. She was a whore and a slut. She had been picked out of the gutter by a wonderful man who would guide her through the next stage of her life. He was strict and was imaginative with his discipline of her. He kept her on the edge. She happily surrendered her mind and flesh to him. She was finding her limits as he was finding his. She had found the humiliation that he had subjected her to that evening, wonderfully exciting. His treatment of her as a "dog" in front of his friends and strangers had her erect and needing relief. The fact that she could not have that relief was blowing up her restrained balls like hard balloons. She remembered
the tugging of the weighted ball spreader and the jerking of her neck from the leash on her collar. The forced exposure of her buttocks and the feel of those unseen hands groping around her parts.The roll play at the lamp post and the smell and taste of its plinth was about the most debased thing she had ever done! She had just lived through a sexual fantasy that would stay in her mind for ever. And now she was in a super penthouse overlooking the Thames and about to go to her Master's bed. For her, this was heaven! T.B.C.
