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She blushed and lowered her eyes.  Yes, Sir, I have.
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He nodded.  I m glad you came. You know the rules now. Are you ready to enter
my house?
She raised her head and looked at him, her voice and manner steady. This was what
she d waited for all week.  Yes, Sir. I am ready to enter and become your slave.
He stepped aside and she crossed the threshold.
* * * * *
The corridor was at once familiar and strange. Everything was exactly where she
remembered it being, but she was a different person entering now. She d seen the house
in different lights throughout the previous weekend, but this time she was here,
knowing what she was in for.
Phillip walked straight into the living room, certain she would follow without being
told and was pleased when she did so. Certain now that she was here. His week had
been spent getting ready for the moment she returned. If she returned. Hearing her car
in the drive had been the sweetest sound on earth. Now he would test the strength of
her resolve. He sat comfortably in one of the large easy chairs while she stood, chewing
on her lip in uncertainty.
 Undress for me, slave. His voice was quiet, commanding.
Her fingers trembling with nervousness, she unbuttoned her white silk blouse,
pulling it out of her skirt. She let it slide off her shoulders and fall gracefully to the floor.
She had to hide her grin as the blouse landed exactly as she d practiced all week long.
Reaching behind her to find the zipper to her skirt, she pushed out her breasts to give
him a bit of a show.
A smile twitched at his lips. The little minx wanted to play! Delighted, he sat back
to enjoy her performance.
She slid the knee-length skirt down her legs and stepped out of it, looking for a
place to set it down. Spotting an empty side chair, she stooped to pick up her blouse
and took the two pieces of her outfit to the chair, clad only in her bra, panties, stockings
and heels.
Returning to her position, she reached behind her again to undo the clasp of her
lacy white bra. For a moment, her breasts pushed against the cups and then fell as they
were released from their confinement. With a deft toss, the bra landed neatly on top of
her folded clothes.
Now she pulled down her panties and stockings together, her breasts hanging
forward as she did so. She kicked off her heels, and took the entire pile to the chair, then
came back to stand before him, clad only in her earrings and a gold chain necklace she d
forgotten she was wearing.
With an appraising eye, he enjoyed her performance. She was very sexy and she
knew it. He would have fun with her body and her mind this weekend.
Without moving from his chair, he commanded her again.  Kneel.
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This, too, she d been practicing all week. She knelt without hesitation, her hands
clasped behind her back and her elbows slightly together so that her breasts pointed out
in front of her. Already she could see the nipples sticking out. Keeping her chin parallel
to the floor, she gazed straight ahead, waiting for his next command.
She felt rewarded when he told her,  Good, slave. You remembered. A thrill went
through her and she could not contain her smile. But she dared not move her eyes to
look at him. She remained still.
He now uncoiled from the chair and again she was reminded of the slow grace of a
wildcat, moving out on the hunt. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he
moved around her, examining her from every angle as she knelt before him.
Her cheeks reddened, aware of his scrutiny. All week, she d practiced this position,
the only one he d taught her. She was up to almost 10 minutes before her muscles
would cramp and she d have to move. Only the grin on her face gave away her own
pleasure knowing he was surprised at her endurance and pleased.
 Stand.
Gracefully, for she had practiced this as well, she stood, only wobbling a little as she
rose. She still kept her eyes front, but brought her legs together, leaving her hands
behind her.
He nodded his pleasure, smiling.  You are ready for another position, my slave. Put
your feet about a foot apart.
She looked down to check how far a foot apart was. Her pussy was more available
now, but still comfortably covered. Returning her gaze forward, she gripped her hands
tighter, the muscles in her arms beginning to twitch.
 Now move your feet out another foot.
Without looking she did so, her inhale sharp as the cooler air of the room hit her
now spread pussy lips. With her feet so far apart, she was open, vulnerable. Her eyelids
fluttered a little as elation thrilled through her.
Walking behind her, he saw her arms trembling.  Let me help you here, he
whispered into her ear. His breath so close increased her desire. She felt the familiar [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]