Her praise gave me more pleasure, my cock twitching as I was a good slave for her. I felt like an object, an object for her entertainment and pleasure...if I was lucky.My mistress walked back to her throne, taking a seat as I remained on my back.“Your cock tells me you are enjoying your submission, slave,” Mistress Mimosa said.“Very much, Mistress Mimosa,” I replied from the ground.“Come to me and remove my boots, slave,” Mistress Mimosa commanded.I moved back to my knees and crawled to my. I felt a bit sad considering that my ex-husband basically drove most of my friends away after we married. He was always insanely jealous for some reason, even of my closest girlfriends. It was a closely guarded secret that I never expressed during our marriage as to how sad I was losing touch with all of my cherished schoolmates. A few days later, the replies were beginning to flood back in. Amazingly enough, I found myself waking up with gusto, something that I was wasn’t in the habit of. We stashed our clothes and stepped down into a room piled high with naked bodies. On the right a skinny sitting area ran the length of the room. Couples lined the wall, casually fondling each other. At their feet was a padded area about as wide as a queen bed. Here couples lay pressed against each other, caught up in their own passion. One man had his face buried in a woman’s crotch, shaking his head as he licked her pussy. Next to him a couple fucked doggy style, while next to him a skinny. " But what of the stories about... ?"Ragonian laughed. Let me dispel some of those myths, my lovely Justine. I do not turn into a bat and fly about. I am as mortal as you. A stake through my heart will certainly kill me, but so will disease or being run over by a carriage or falling from a cliff." Then you are not an instrument of... ?" The devil? Ha! We Ragonians may not be religious but we are certainly not evil or at least no more so than humans. No, I may cross running water whenever I wish.