Anything, I breathe. I want to do anything to you. Run my hands all over you. And my lips. Do what she's doing, just better. “First, I'm going to ma...e you come over my tits,” she answers sweetly. “And have you rub it in...” her voice drops low, “and then make you clean it up.”He and I both exhale on a moan at the idea of him being bossed around like that. Forced to do that. “God, you filthy-”“And then I'm going to bend you over that thing there,” she continues, flicking her head to the side to. I can tell the questions you wanted to ask me are pretty much lost. You cross the room in a few steps and pause at the foot on the bed and stare at me with your arms crossed high on your chest.That’s enough for me. I can’t wait anymore. I just want to crawl across your bed to you. And that’s what I do. I lean forward on my hands and prowl towards you on my hands and knees. The front of the shirt gaps open and you look momentarily at my tits, swaying just a little with my movements. My breasts. Her usual twenty-minute commute became over an hour long, thanks in part to over a dozen accidents on the road from the rain and people not knowing how to drive in it. All she wanted was a shot or four of the tequila she had hidden in the cupboard above the refrigerator, and maybe a hot bath. Arriving home, she gathered her things, reminding herself that in a few moments, she'd be drinking her bad day away and then she wouldn't care anymore. Up the stairs in the pouring rain she went carrying. Oh, and the red flashing butt plug. A collar, a chain ... that Wendy will be managing.”“And?”“No ‘and’, that’s it. Period. Or, I can put you in the stocks and leave you home.”“Better than going out dressed like that...”“And when we get home tonight, I’ll have every swinging dick I can find, including Wendy’s, up your ass all night long...”The silence stretched between them.“Nothing to say, little slut?”“No, Mistress. I’ll dress as you say.”“I thought you might. Really, slut, you need to quit.