But as she made the final turn onto her street. She saw Sir's truck in the driveway, this was odd. But that's all she thought. She parked and walked i... the house. Sir was standing in the middle of the living room with his arms folded in front of him. Plus, he looked pissed!At that instant she knew she was in for it! "Sir, what are you doing home!" Trying to play it off. Walking up to reach up and put her arms around Sir's neck, and give him a kiss. See, Andrea is only 5'2" and Sir is 6'7". He. ” He said, instantly moving inside me, giving me no time to adjust. And as much as it hurt, it was good. It was painful, but was the best pain I’ve ever felt. It was like he finally owned me.We’ve been together for a good time now, but now… Something was different now. James was marking me. Making me his possession. I was not complaining at all.He had a dead grip in my hips, and they would obviously stay marked there for a long time. He had a fucking insane speed, going in an out of me like it. When you return you have stripped from your coat and boots and look beautiful with a thick white towel around you clinging to your wondrous curves. You throw a heavy blanket to me and I pull it over me gratefully. “Thank you Mistress,” I nod. “I’m too good to you,” you mutter as you turn to check your look in the mirror. I clutch the blanket to my chin shivering. Another woman enters the room, barefoot, dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, a white towel robe around her slim body.. I had read about this in my reading that my great-grandmother had me do.I started walking away from the scene when suddenly I was grabbed by a man. He started screaming, "I caught a witch." Before I knew what was happening, they had thrown me in a cell with dozens of other women. There were all sorts of women in the cell. Some looked like peasants others looked like they belonged in high society.I thought I was being safe and heeded my great grandmother's warning but apparently, being a woman.