?Yes, Sir,? she replied louder. Hervoice still shook, but she hoped she made up for it with volume and soundedenthusiastic.?Getting better,? replied h...rMaster. ?Unfortunately, it sounds like you are still a little confused. Let melay it out clear for you, dear. I?ve decided to formalize our relationship atlong last. You are mine now. Don?t worry about your old life-it?sover now. Your boyfriend has received your Dear John letter, your bossterminated you by letter after finding child pornography. “Fuck.” And you reach for your lotion on your nightstand. Time for a stronger rubdown.I squeeze my legs together as I see you squirt the lotion in your palm, my nerve-endings firing as I imagine the ecstasy your hand is about to bring your aching cock.As your fingers turn white clutching your phone, your hand strokes your cock again, base to tip, lubricating yourself. You linger at your head, just rolling your palm from below your ridge, up and over to your head. Up and down. Up and down. Your. It was those very fingers that strayed over her stomach, making a direct line for her neatly trimmed bush, then between her legs, parting lips to find her clit. The first touch was like a huge current had been passed through her body, she arched her back off the bed and drew a sharp intake of breath as her clit was found and touched. Those fingers lightly rubbed as only another woman’s touch can. She came, emitting her white juice that slicked fingers and ran down over her puckered anus to soak. I was sitting naked, with my wrists boundbehind me, unable to even stand by myself. I felt alone, totallyvulnerable and completely lost. What was going to happen to me?"All will become clear soon enough, my little sissy boy."Fiona was still naked and she moved in front of me and dropped to herknees. Even in my confused state I could appreciate just how beautifulshe was. Her figure was that of a Nubian Queen and she did not walk; shehad a lithe grace that was almost animalistic. Her head was.