The humiliations and degradations I craved.The humiliations and degradations I craved. Her dress was way up on her thighs and she dangled her shoe on her toes as she teased me and made me continue with my confession. When I was through she just sat there. She didn't say a word for at least a minute, then she crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. "I'm glad you told me the truth, slave, because if you had lied I would have known it and fucked you over good." `Slave!' She had called me slave! I didn't know what to do. This was like some sort of a dream. Without knowing why, I slipped to the carpeted floor on my knees and looked down. I heard her laugh cruelly. "So that's it, huh? You just pour your guts out then drop to your knees and I'm supposed to make everything feel good, huh? Well, it doesn't work that way. I told you I was dominant. That means it's MY pleasure, my fun that I'm looking out for. I'm not a prostitute. You don't throw me a few bucks and I whip your ass and send you home. Oh nooooo! If you want me then it's by MY rules." "Y-yes... Mistress." I gulped. "Don't call me `Mistress'. I hate that. It makes it sound like I'm acting out some kind of a play for your amusement. |