"The kiss" hesaid, "is for telling me I am beautiful. The cat is for speakingwithout being asked a question. Now slave, get dressed and put onyour m...keup." Jerry took the leash and lead me over to the dressing table. Isat down as commanded and Jerry began applying makeup to my lips andeyes. When he was finished it was hard to tell that I was wearing alatex mask. I looked like a young girl and although my own featureswere mostly concealed by the hood, I was pleased to see how verypretty. I hope my Consistent Readers will enjoy my attempt a Dark Satire.DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction; I do not condone any of the actions described in this story. All aspects related to real life persons or events is strictly incidental. Attempting the following Inc(e)stual Acts in real life is Ill(e)gal and Immoral… unless you wish to spend the rest of your life in prison becoming Bubba’s Bitch, I strongly suggest you simply enjoy my story for its artistic and erotic qualities, and enjoy. I’m taking this slow; I want to get to know her rather than just impress her. Besides, it’s her choice of place this time. I’m sure she would easily fit in at one of the power restaurants, but I want to talk to her, not spend our time seeing who else is there.”“Okay, but don’t forget, you ever need flowers sent or anything like that, I’m happy to organize them.”“That’s real kind of you. Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Okay, what have you got for me this afternoon? You aren’t going to ruin March. By the time she reached my hip I could feel them drawing blood and, in response, secretions from my pussy began to trickle down my inner thighs like slow honey. Her only response when a moan of pure pleasure slipped past my lips was to lift her crimson tinged fingers to my mouth and let me suck them clean.The silence was suddenly interrupted by the soft tap of a metal digit upon yet another key, followed by a more obtrusive sound; the glass barrier withdrawing into the same slot that the door.