"Would you like a drink?" she asked."Sure," he said."Scotch all right?" Yeah, fine."She turned and moved to a kitchen alcove and began to mix the drin...s."Sit down and make yourself comfortable," she said. "There's some written material on the group right on my coffee table if you want to glance through it."Ed sprawled on the couch and picked up a couple of pamphlets, but before he opened them he let his eyes rove over Lorraine's supple body. Her back was to him, and he stared shamelessly at the. She ordered me to my feet and led me down the hall by my leash. The walk down the long dark hallway seemed to take forever. She opened the door and pushed me face down onto the bed and ordered me to roll over. I tried to speak but was met with a slap across the face and then she said "You do not speak unless your mistress tells you to." I tried to respond but received yet another slap across the face "You will refer to me as Mistress, do you understand". "Yes mistress" I muttered. She had a. Anyway, we had been put together on a assignment at work to my pleasure, (it's always nice to work with tall, handsome men). We spent most of our days flirting and he made me very horny. We had arranged for him to come round to my place after work one day to work on the assignment. As I left work I rushed home to clean my house before Owen came round, wanting to make a good impression. After I'd finished tidying the house I lay on my bed and began to think about Owen. As I thought about his. “I hate you,” I hissed at her and pushed the strand of mousy brown hair back that was stuck to my cheek. She looked up with a grin. “I know. Now drop the towel, sweetbuns. I want to play a game.” “Fuck, no! Please,” I begged. “Not today! Today’s Monica’s party, you know that.” “Of course I know. That’s why I want to play. Now be a good girl, Sally, and do as you’re told.” I hated her with all my heart, hated that sweet pout with which she looked at me, hated the way she ran her finger along her.