Mistreated slave
She gazed in silence at this incredible man, who could turn her pride
and temerity to jelly with a glance.
He smiled again. “How do you like my visit so far?” he enquired.
“Not bad… But you know, you’re going to make it damn hard for me to
play the domineering bitch, after being mistreated like this! Every
time we meet, it ends up like this- me groveling at your feet while you
dream up new, er, torments for me. I really wish you’d call before
dropping in. And you might at least have asked my permission to top my
slaves first.”
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