“i know what you’re doing, little girl.” Master murmurs to me. i blush more. he leads me to a group of four men standing together by the wall, and just before we get there, he stops, turns me around to face him. 624 more words
13 hours, 23 minutes
we reach the front door, but before he knocks, my husband brings out the slave leash, and clips it to my collar.
“down”, with a short tug on it. 443 more words
1 day, 13 hours
we show up at the party after an evening of me nervously dithering around at home, until he finally just threw some clothing at me and ordered me to get dressed. 503 more words
2 days, 14 hours