I lay my back on the bed as I felt his cum drop from my entrance. My knees go weak, and I think my bones also give in; the pleasure still coursing through me as I close my lids. I yawn lazily, sprawling all over the bed. I roll over to the left yet feel a vast space beside me.My eyes are wide open as I sit up on the bed, looking around and taking every detail in as I put together the pieces of the previous night.I came to massage Gwen's client and ended up sleeping with him. I resisted the urge to roan into my hands.I lay back on the bed, my ears straining, as I hoped to hear at least a little tiny movement. But I got nothing. It's all still and silent.Worried, I climb down from the bed and rummage around for my clothes. I hurry along quickly into my gown and knee boots.Weary of my environment, I walk around the vast room, wondering if this is a suite.I checked every nook and cranny, afraid I had just been jilted. True, it was great sex, but getting jilted doesn't feel good.I

I stared at the file in horror. That looks so painful.I can’t do this. This was so wrong. I wasn’t sure I could bend like this. I am flexible, but not like this.The mental image in my head made it difficult for me to cope with this. I started chuckling.This is crazy if he thinks I am going to fold my hands while he makes me fuck someone else, and after what happened in his office, he didn’t seem like the type. Did he want me to watch him? Hell no.That isn’t me.I could get on with the minor ones like whipping, feathers, spanking, and a little role-play. Those look exciting and pleasurable. The rest look painful, and until I do intensive research on them, I won’t be saying yes to anything I wasn’t sure of.This was too overwhelming for me. I needed to lay down.I closed my eyes. I intended to rest for a little while.I was alone in the red room. I was waiting for my master to come. He promised me an entire ride for the first time. So here I am in one of the lingerie he picked for m

I follow him out to the study and into the dining room. The distance was a bit long because it was a big house, but that didn't bug me.I thought I was the only one, and I couldn't believe he was housing other females.I prepare to be met by my likes, and they might be here because they like it, not because they don't have a choice.Or maybe they are running from a psychopath just like me."They are nice girls, and everyone respects their turn to serve me. I expect you to get along with them and give them the respect they will give you," he says as he walks.I struggle to keep up with my short legs, "yes, sir," I say.I didn't mean it. If they didn't respect me, I would not appreciate them too, most girls are responsible for catfights, and I promised myself in high school that I won't turn into a raging bitch and engage in one.Let's hope they share the same sentiments.He says nothing else as we get to the dining. I am amazed at the sight in front of me.I would describe it in one wo

I told myself to forget about what happened the previous night, the way he walked out without saying anything.It made me feel bad about myself, but I refused to say anything to him.I worked with Danica all day for my lesson, she was the company, and I didn't mind spending the day with her. Our conversation was easy, and I learned a lot.She was the first girl Ronan brought home, which means she had been here the longest, and she probably knows everything about Ronan by now.Today, Lacy was to be sent to him at night. It was her turn. it was a little weird, but it was not like I could say anything.I wasn't supposed to ask questions or talk unless I was being spoken to."so, how did your first session go?" Danica asked,I hesitated. First, it was a little weird for me to talk about my sex life when she experienced it, too, and she was easy to talk to, not just when it concerned a man we both share.It was pretty weird to think about.She seemed to sense my hesitation, "I am sorry, I

It's been two weeks since I last got spanked by Ronan; those two weeks were the worst, or should I say the best days? All in all, the only thing that bothers me is that I don't think I'm submissive.The last time I played spanking with Ronan, I got spanked five times just for being disobedient, but I can't help being the submissive type that has never gone well with me.The two weeks trial is over, and now I'm left; all I have to do now is reach out to Ronan to know what my status is and what my fate would be,I hope I get a chance to stay because being here seems safe, and every time I think of getting caught by Antonio, she instantly gets Goosebumps.Slowly I walk past the corridor and various rooms toward Ronan’s as I place a soft knock on his door, scared of what his reaction might be and what his final judgment would be."Come in," Ronan's voice, cold yet attractive as usual, reverberates all through the hall,Slowly I let the door open and walk into his room as I stand in the mi