Wearing his collar

With the delicate pearls placed around my neck, I shiver when the ivory beads touch my sensitive flesh. I’ve waited for what seems like a lifetime to become the property of my Master, and tonight, I am. I’ve never before been comfortable around a crowd of people, but today, I stand tall in these heels—a hand on the middle of my back, his strong hand brushing over my tiny waist. Can he feel the small bumps rising on my skin? Even a blind man who only reads braille would know that I am more excited than ever before. 

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Phone Sex Escape -9-

Part 9

Haven

I laid in that bed listening to my husband fucking that woman. It wasn’t that it bothered me, but his disrespect for our home was atrocious. Usually, Maria took care of his needs, but tonight, he seemed to take a walk on the nasty side. Honestly, I hope he dies in the middle and never cums. It would serve him right. At least if he did, I would never have to taste his cum again.

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Come little Kitten – 8 –

As the rays of light beamed through the bedroom window, the entire house reeked of silence. I laid in the bed, still too sore to move, but even the staff seemed to be off or walking on eggshells through the massive estate. Odd, very odd, but this entire week was not typical. In my heart, she wanted to run and ask Master all about the party the night before, but I knew better. He would go into great detail about what he did when he returned home. I heard enough through the walls that I didn’t need a detailed play-by-play description of what went on with the pet of his. I already hate her enough.

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Return of the most notorious serial killer

decline of serial killers

“No, that can’t even be possible,” looking down at the test on the counter. Pregnant! It said she was pregnant. Five weeks and two days, to be exact. How the hell did this happen. She had been on the pill since she was 13 years old. Her mother made sure of that. Not that Evie was sexually active, but she was in an industry where the photographers were grabby, and the drugs were always available. At 20 years, old this was death to her career and her future. Evie could not raise herself, let alone a child.

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