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Click hereShe leaned forward onto my chest as she regained her breath. She gave me another kiss and said. "You've read enough of those stories to know what comes next, don't you?" she said with a mischievous grin. I barely registered what she said when she slid forward and planted her sopping vagina over my mouth.
Of course I had licked Christine after we had sex. But it had been to give her multiple orgasms while I recharged. This was Robin dominating me. Plain and simple.
I could hear her giggle as held herself just above my face so I could lick her clean. Then she flipped over onto her back. "May I go clean up?" I asked.
Robin nodded. "If you got any on the sheets, lick it up first. Since you can't lick yourself down there you can use a washcloth. But first recite." I did.
When I returned, she was still laying there on her back. She spread her thighs, brought her knees up, and said, "One more time." I climbed half way onto the bed and got to work. That one time turned into three before she let me crawl up and impale her again. Finally spent, I lay my head on my pillow. I had to recite my pledge one more time as I pulled up the sheet to cover us.
She spooned up behind me. I heard her breathing soften as she fell asleep. I knew my life had just changed course.
- COMMENTS
MarkT63over 2 years agoHe is just a very weak little "man"!!! BDSM is fine if that's your kink; but leave it in the bedroom!!!
Anonymousover 2 years agoSeems to me trading a house, food, laundry and transportation is sufficient for her financial management skills. No need for the domination bullshit.
Anonymousover 2 years agoI mostly enjoyed the Slave Camp series. I’m looking forward to this story, but really hope this one avoids the excessive cruelty and humiliation at the hands of friends and close acquaintances that Slave Camp had. For example, it’s kind of tough to accept that the surgeon could be so abused and degraded by the camp warden and his wife and then later go out for dinner and drinks with the warden, her husband and his wife. Few men would ever forgive either of those women much less willingly socialize with them. And the turning men into penisless asexual zombies with big tits was ridiculous and inconsistent with the rest of the slavery system. So, I hope this story avoids those sorts of contradictions.
addammsover 2 years agoI love your writing. This one has just the right feel of dominance and caring.
