“Enough!”
The shriek startles me. A woman’s voice. Deep, rough, ear splitting, but still a woman’s voice.
“Y…y…yes, my mistress”
It sounds like the laughing man, but only weaker, more humble…obedient. The sharp object is no longer at my throat.
“Is this the one from the club?”
“A…a…as you requested,” the laughing man stutters, “H…h…he’s been bathed a…a…and prepared.”
I wriggle and can feel the rope against my bare skin. My jeans, shirt, all my clothing is gone. But, I have no time to ponder that mystery…
I feel the heat of her breath along side my face.
“Now, let us remove this blindfold.”
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“Y…y…yes, my mistress”
It sounds like the laughing man, but only weaker, more humble…obedient…..
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