... he was always HERS - and she always KNEW IT!
Well, well, WELL!
I never intended to write a book featuring "Happy Giraffe" school anyway - but that was put to "paid" the moment I saw Krystal, hehe.
Madam Krystal - sorry! I can still feel the whacks she administered to the back of my head. I can still feel my balls literally "freezing" as her lovely and even more dominant colleague applied ICE to them ...
And most of all, I remember the humiliation she meted out to me - in public - and if you don't believe me - try shopping for women's lingerie with your Mistress - - and then have her announce proudly and with a haughty giggle - that the lingerie is meant for YOU!
Extreme degradation and humiliation fans will love this - as well will lovers of the "Watson" style of writing - straight from the heart - and reality mixed in with just that little dab of creative license!
WOMAN WORSHIP - INDEED!
“There was but ONE conclusion. ‘Twas but inevitable, from the minute I met her”
Going great guns on Amazon and my own site!
I stared at the soft, luscious, broad female soles in front of me as she slept, snoring comfortably, that “bodacious” bosom of hers heaving and falling with every deep breath, the legs splayed wide apart as she lay there comfortably on my bed.
She was wearing a sheer pink negligee and this contrasted perfectly well with her pale white Chinese skin, the legs splayed out wide without a care in the world, arms comfortable and relaxed by her sides.
Her lovely fair skin contrasted so well with my own “tanned” skin, and the “dark skinned servant” (as readers from the previous Volume will no doubt remember her referring to me as) assiduously and seemingly (not really though!) tireless applied himself to the duty of massaging the Goddess’s feet as she slept.
For at least an hour, and if she woke up anytime during that period, the clock was automatically reset.
I could clearly see her private parts (well, the outline, at any rate, it being a moonless night outside and bearing in mind as well the fact that the curtains were drawn tightly shut). She could care less, of course, and the entire dynamic was as if a man was relaxing on the bed with a
“faithful bitch” at his feet.
An utter and complete role reversal if there ever was in more ways than one.
Why would she care anyway? In all the time she’s owned me she’s never once sexually satisfied me, and I’m left with a permanent hard on most of the time (that is when I’m not caged, of course).
Neither has she (or her “cronies”) spared my “full” balls or other “sensitive” parts, and truth be told, I’d probably be fearful of achieving orgasm anyway now, knowing that the bliss, the sheer pleasure that would likely ..
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