“Are you sure that you’re ready for this Mistress; it is going to hurt?”
“I’m ready,” Mistress assured me. Mistress led me to our bed, and she laughed at my startled response at a sitting down on a warm bed on a cold night, she laughed at me when she realized that I didn’t know what an electric blanket was. Sex As I lay beside her, I watched Mistress put her fingers to her pussy and rub them around the outside, in the lube, and the blood. She played docile enough, eyes downcast and face flushed red, that no one suspected that she owned me. After which, he frequently made my mouth available to any of the audience who wanted to use it; and there were often women as well as men interested in using my mouth. When I was twenty-five, that Master had financial problems, and being the prettiest slave he owned, I got sold off. We traded places, and Mistress licked her first ever pussy, as I ran my fingers through her hair. Despite being a bought sex-toy for seventeen years, it was very rare that I’d shared a bed with anyone, and it took me a little getting used to that simple fact. After dinner, Mistress made us each a cup of half-and-half; half strong black coffee, and half expensive Irish
