her, she shaved her underarms and legs, though they were still smooth from the day before, and then turned her attentions to her pussy. She ran the sharp blades over and over her tender flesh, and if her fingers strayed ever-so slightly to her clit, it was purely by accident.
Hurriedly she dried herself and combed her hair back. She brushed her teeth, spritzed on some perfume and rushed into the bedroom, assuming the inspection position with only a minute to spare. She stared at the clock in front of her, willing her breathing to slow in time to its steady tick-tock. Six thirty-four. The no-doubt punctual Liam would stride through her door in a moment, probably already dressed in his suit and tie, ready to inspect the new slave girl. As the minute hand moved to six thirty-five she tensed, holding her breath, straining to hear his steps along the hallway, but all was silent.
Six forty-one. Where the hell was he? How long was she supposed to stand like this? Had they forgotten her? She thought about peeking out her door but decided against it. Patience was a virtue she knew she needed to cultivate.
All at once the sound of footsteps along the hardwood floor of the hallway caused Alex to jerk to attention. A moment later Liam came into the room. Though Alex tried to keep her eyes on the clock, she couldn’t resist a glance at his handsome face, the eyes dark as they bore into her, his cheeks pale and freshly shaved, a hint of lime aftershave lingering in the air.
“Good morning,” Liam said. “Sleep well?” No mention of her stolen orgasm or subsequent punishment. Perhaps her slate was wiped clean. She hoped so.
“Yes, Sir,” Alex said, the “Sir” slipping off her tongue with surprising ease. There was something about Liam that seemed to invite the term. She tried to control the small sigh that escaped her lips as he reached down between her legs, his fingers gliding over her labia and back toward the cleft of her ass. It took all her concentration not to thrust herself against the thick, hard fingers. They didn’t linger, moving down her thighs and calves before brushing her smooth underarms with his thumb.
She waited for him to order her to bend over, grab her ankles as she’d done during the interview, so he could inspect her more thoroughly and maybe mark her! He would see the lingering evidence of the welts he and Daniel had raised on her skin the night before. It would spur him on to mark her again, perhaps making him late for work as he became lost in sensual torture. She waited for him to call to Daniel, who perhaps even now stood eagerly just outside the door, a whip or crop in his hand.
“You’ll do. Let’s hope you have a better day today. Get dressed and meet Daniel in the kitchen. I’ll be along in a few.” Alex stared at his retreating back, her sexual fantasies evaporating as he disappeared from sight.
* * * * *
Breakfast of pancakes with homemade raspberry syrup and crisp bacon on the side was served, eaten and cleared away in short order. After kissing his lover goodbye at the door, Daniel watched as Liam drove his car down the long graveled drive, heading toward the train station.
Their first day with Alex had been pretty intense. Daniel had been incredibly turned-on by the whipping, thrilled by her cries and the subsequent orgasm. He’d been proud to kneel and worship his Master’s gorgeous cock in front of her and prouder still when Liam had kissed and suckled him, leading him quickly to a steamy orgasm. He’d nearly forgotten the girl as Liam gave him a hard, sexy spanking. His cock had sprung back to life, caught between Liam’s strong thighs as he reddened his cheeks before taking him to bed. There Liam hadn’t permitted him to touch his own cock until he had shot his hot offering deep into Daniel’s ass. By then he was so turned-on he’d only needed to stroke himself a few times before begging, “Please, Sir, can I come?”
Afterward they lay together in a comfortable
Hurriedly she dried herself and combed her hair back. She brushed her teeth, spritzed on some perfume and rushed into the bedroom, assuming the inspection position with only a minute to spare. She stared at the clock in front of her, willing her breathing to slow in time to its steady tick-tock. Six thirty-four. The no-doubt punctual Liam would stride through her door in a moment, probably already dressed in his suit and tie, ready to inspect the new slave girl. As the minute hand moved to six thirty-five she tensed, holding her breath, straining to hear his steps along the hallway, but all was silent.
Six forty-one. Where the hell was he? How long was she supposed to stand like this? Had they forgotten her? She thought about peeking out her door but decided against it. Patience was a virtue she knew she needed to cultivate.
All at once the sound of footsteps along the hardwood floor of the hallway caused Alex to jerk to attention. A moment later Liam came into the room. Though Alex tried to keep her eyes on the clock, she couldn’t resist a glance at his handsome face, the eyes dark as they bore into her, his cheeks pale and freshly shaved, a hint of lime aftershave lingering in the air.
“Good morning,” Liam said. “Sleep well?” No mention of her stolen orgasm or subsequent punishment. Perhaps her slate was wiped clean. She hoped so.
“Yes, Sir,” Alex said, the “Sir” slipping off her tongue with surprising ease. There was something about Liam that seemed to invite the term. She tried to control the small sigh that escaped her lips as he reached down between her legs, his fingers gliding over her labia and back toward the cleft of her ass. It took all her concentration not to thrust herself against the thick, hard fingers. They didn’t linger, moving down her thighs and calves before brushing her smooth underarms with his thumb.
She waited for him to order her to bend over, grab her ankles as she’d done during the interview, so he could inspect her more thoroughly and maybe mark her! He would see the lingering evidence of the welts he and Daniel had raised on her skin the night before. It would spur him on to mark her again, perhaps making him late for work as he became lost in sensual torture. She waited for him to call to Daniel, who perhaps even now stood eagerly just outside the door, a whip or crop in his hand.
“You’ll do. Let’s hope you have a better day today. Get dressed and meet Daniel in the kitchen. I’ll be along in a few.” Alex stared at his retreating back, her sexual fantasies evaporating as he disappeared from sight.
* * * * *
Breakfast of pancakes with homemade raspberry syrup and crisp bacon on the side was served, eaten and cleared away in short order. After kissing his lover goodbye at the door, Daniel watched as Liam drove his car down the long graveled drive, heading toward the train station.
Their first day with Alex had been pretty intense. Daniel had been incredibly turned-on by the whipping, thrilled by her cries and the subsequent orgasm. He’d been proud to kneel and worship his Master’s gorgeous cock in front of her and prouder still when Liam had kissed and suckled him, leading him quickly to a steamy orgasm. He’d nearly forgotten the girl as Liam gave him a hard, sexy spanking. His cock had sprung back to life, caught between Liam’s strong thighs as he reddened his cheeks before taking him to bed. There Liam hadn’t permitted him to touch his own cock until he had shot his hot offering deep into Daniel’s ass. By then he was so turned-on he’d only needed to stroke himself a few times before begging, “Please, Sir, can I come?”
Afterward they lay together in a comfortable
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