” It was almost my undoing. I want to be used by her; used for her pleasure. The idea sends a pulse through me and I shove my fingers deep inside my...leaking cunt. I watch my body writhing and my perky breasts bouncing up and down as I fuck myself.My vision blurs as I envision her forcing me on my knees holding my head against her warm pussy, making me take it. Not that I need the encouragement, I am past the point of saying no. Right now, I’m her good little slut. Her hips buck, shoving her. He was amazed Walter had told them. Being gay in Nordland wasn’t something one bandied around in polite society. He thanked him very enthusiastically later that night. Plus they hadn’t seen each other for four months, so they had a bit of loving to make up for.Mary had been amazed by how much she had missed Brian when he went away. They hadn’t been lovers before he went away, but they had gotten very close a couple of times before she chickened out. She was trying to remember why she had said. After all, you must set a good example for our slave," she said, calling his attention to the foot of the bed where their new plaything stood meekly wearing little but a translucent frilly apron, the standard choker and the marks of her training across her soft caramel skin, eyes wide behind her black-framed glasses, silky black hair pulled back in a ponytail, holding with trembling gloved hands a tray with the mistress' tools.He moaned and writhed against the tightness in his shorts, his. “It wasn’t a request; take it off.” Her head still bowed, she reached behind her neck to start the zipper and then she reached around her back to complete the undoing. With a slight shrug, the dress fell to her feet.Her hands wrung together in front of her panty covered mons. The heavy lace successfully hid any allure she might have had inside. A matching bra did the same for her breasts, hiding anything underneath in the heaviness of the fabric.“Lose the underwear.” Again, she glanced up at.