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And so, here we were, in front of my door, seconds after our first fight in which I learned that I wasn’t just dating Sue, but that in a way, I was also expected to please Annie.
I sat on our bed once the kids were asleep and looks through our private bathroom door toward the new door opened to Jill’s bedroom.
Hugo had kept me company while my submissives were doing their first public scene under the Jake’s discrete camera filming everything on my own memory card.
My hair was quickly dyed to have the exact same color as the twins and as soon as it was done, the three of us were summoned to Steven’s office, and stood naked in front of him.
There was a knock on my door at 4h50, with Sue arriving a good ten minutes early to help.
Arriving early is rude, I already explained it. But in this case, Sue was officially coming by to help me prepare for a party, in which case arriving early is indicated.
I walked back to cabin #34 with a song in my step. I could swear that people could spot that I was dancing rather than walking but I didn’t care.
Steven came back for me shortly after Ryan had left.
He was carrying a chair, but he sat on it backwards, his arms resting on the back rest.
Tiffany and I wished a good evening to Alexandra as we got off from the monorail and quickly reached a shower near our house.
I woke up Sunday morning from what felt like a nightmare, but I soon realized that last night’s movie was still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling of weakness away from me so I stayed motionless, letting both of my girlfriends cuddle me under the covers.
After a few days, my labia was back to normal but to say that I was back to being a normal girl would have been exaggerated.
The next day, Simon and I talked. He agreed to become my master and treat me as his slave. He made me try some of the woman clothes he had, but none of the bra fitted, and none of the dresses or pants. Simon finally decided to keep me naked at all times.
When he stood up, I grabbed him with one arm and untied my bathrobe with the other. Being in the state of unbalance, he fell on the bed, lying on his back. I stood up, let the bathrobe fall of the floor, and threw myself naked at him.
Kylie was getting on my nerves and I seriously wanted to break her things in the apartment.
Sure, perhaps she was right, perhaps there were bad people in the Sacred Order Society. But this didn’t mean that it was wrong from the ground up.
From the outside, the little houses looked desperately tiny. At first, I had imagined a couple living in each of the metal containers and found them terribly inadequate.
Lindsey had barely recovered from her triple play when she learned she already had a new customer.
She had rested a little in the client’s bath after he was gone but she still felt a little overwhelmed by the few hours she had spent in his company.
The mirrored door opened, showing him with his bath robe. He ordered me to close my eyes, and I heard him entering slowly the water.
After my bath, I put on the evening dress I had bought for Patrick, making sure not to put any underwear.
The taxi ride home wasn’t as expensive as I thought, and as soon as I was home, I installed myself on the sofa with plenty of ice to reduce the inflammation.
As per the last few days, when Jill and I arrived home, supper was already on the table with Suzy and our kids already seated. Read More…
In case you haven’t caught on yet, I am a very sexual woman. Read More…
The kids somehow got to bed a little earlier than usual. There was a lot of sexual tension in the house and everyone seemed on the edge. Read More…
Finally, I was 19. I woke up for the last time in my bed. Tonight, I would be sleeping in my new house; probably in bed with my new master. I was so excited. Read More…
When I woke up, I was disoriented. Waking up in my bed was really frightening. I was awoken up by my alarm clock, which was very strange compared to being waked up by a human being.
My father was next. He came rushing in.
“Is it true? You want to become a whore?”
“No dad, I don’t want to become a whore. I simply decided that the best way to serve my two years term was as a class S slave”
I can’t say I really slept well that night. I tossed and turned until I decided to take matters in my own hands.
Eric and I saw each other a lot more on the following days at school, often holding hands or kissing in a corner at recess. Read More…