To add to the everlasting novelty of our love making, I have never seen her naked in full light or undress in that indifferent way that married couple... do in front of one another once the honeymoon is over. Similarly, she has always allocated me personal privacy. We never discussed the matter. It just happened that way and we're both very happy with it.For the purpose of this true story I'll call her Sandra to protect her true identity. Her real name has a similar ring. In spite of our mutual. You eat the sandwich with your hands, and for the milk, you pick up the glass and bring it to your lips to drink.”Her eyes moved from me to the sandwich, the look of fear on her face still sharp. She snatched up the sandwich and sniffed it. Liking the smell, she started to nibble on it with rapid, tiny bites, the way a rodent would. As she ate, I pulled out my phone and called the office. As the manager, it was no big deal for me to be late, and as long as someone covered for me, there were. She asked me to get on 4 legs like a dog and follow her towards the living room. I followed her. She made a dog collar using her dupatta and dragged me around. I was very happy of being used as a slave by my dream mistress. She then asked me to lick her feet and clean them.I was licking her feet very well. While I was licking, she told me, “You are such a good dog who serves his mistress very well.” She told me that I was trapped to become her sex slave. She told me that she had found femdom. The whore could feel how full she was getting and was loving it. I think she tried to say ‘Fuck me hard’ but because of the huge cock going down her throat it came out like Grmph phle hrmf! That just made me lose it completely. I stood up so I was half squatting behind her and grabbed the flesh on the outside of both her thighs where her suspenders were pulling tight against her stockings and plunged my rock hard member as far into her hole as it would go. Just at that point, she was opening.