“Think of you being my slave as your job. Everything else is your life.”Her eyes widen and disbelief is replaced with swift anger. It makes her ev...n more gorgeous. “Fuck you! I’m not surrendering everything!Xenora shrugs and tosses the paper into her lap. “Then you’ll have to take your chances. I can always find another, someone willing to do what I ask.”The young CEO is furious, wanting to lash out at Xenora. Submitting means she gives over everything. Resisting means she has to face whatever. Now maybe I should clear up some formalities. I’m not a looker. I’m 26, stand 5’6, and have a fuller build. I’ve met a few guys who really enjoy the 42G’s I carry around with me, but most of them see my size 18 ass and run for the hills. I’m not flabby. I keep active and everything is smooth and proportioned as it should be, but sometimes genetics win out. I have wild, dark brown hair that falls around the middle of my back and the eyes to match. My favorite feature, and probably the most. She starts to grind on it slowly as my hands kept exploring her sexy little body. She turned and instantly started making out with me. Boom! Lights come on! Damn it man I was thinking. "Finish your drinks and start heading out" yells across the club. She let's out a little whimper of disappointment. I looked around and a couple of my friends are staring at us smiling giving me a good job look. She gives me a little kiss. "This can't end. Can we go back to your place?" Mya. ”“Five.”“Six.”I was wondering what the punishment was going to be. Unfair, why would I be punished for telling him off about something that was none of his business anyway!“Seven.” He was slowly walking over to the drawer. The drawer with our toys. The drawer with all the wonderful things that give pain, that prolong pleasure. I felt excitement and fear run over me. My legs were trembling.“Eight.”I whispered: “No, Master”.His eyes became squinty. I couldn’t see what he was holding behind his.