.the way theyrejected me...well, it drove me into a protective shell. Even after I wasold enough to move out on my own I would get physically ill ever... time Ibrought Sophia out in the open. Even though it was always in private. Theshrinks and my parents had brainwashed me to the point that I could neverdare tell anyone! Just talking about it made me ill! They had convincedme that anyone I told would reject me; ridicule me! I was convincedeveryone would reject me...just like my parents. Funny, though. I'm not in the least tired or groggy. I'mwide awake.I walk back towards the box on the table. As I do my bra startschafing me so I stop to adjust. It must have rubbed a rash while I wasout, so I pull my shirt over my head and reach back to unhook thestraps freeing them with a sudden drop and relief. Looking down,pressure from the bra drew reddened lines in patterns across my chest,shoulders, and back. Strangely, they feel as if I was still thatlittle girl looking down at. She grabbed it really tightly and stroked me off, oh fuck that felt so good.Moving her pussy closer, she rubbed my cock against her clit. On occasions she let the head just enter her, then pulled it out to rub on her clit again.She looked at me, and then on letting my cock-head enter her, I thought she was going to pull me out again, but no, she let it go and slowly engulfed my cock.As she sank down her eyes closed and said, “Holy fuck, that’s thick.”I too had closed my eyes and could only say. My slavery began slowly and, for me, unknowingly. One evening last year, my husband – not yet my Master – had taken me on a date to an elegant cabaret bar. I prepared as always: I showered, shaved my legs smooth, neatly trimmed my pubic area. I wore a sheer thong, matching sheer bra, and dark stockings. I am not a boastful person, but examining myself in the mirror, I was attractive that night. I am thin, but my breasts are heavy given how slender I am. My rear is simply beautiful – all.
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