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Adam's Journey Into Enslavement
Day 2
Chapter 1
I slowly awaken, allowing my eyes to adjust to the soft subtle glow coming from a hidden light
source.
I see Jennifer's dreamy face still asleep, laying next to me on her right side, and feel a surge
of love overcome me.
I raise my head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
The clock reads 6:30, and I lower my head back down to my pillow.
I stare at her beautiful face, and watch as she stirs a bit in her sleep, and her pink tongue
darting out to moisten her oh so kissable lips.
Already having morning wood, I can't hold back my lust any longer.
"What the fuck is happening to me? She's a GUY, and I'm not GAY!...Or am I?"
I lean in and start kissing her tenderly, alternating between gentle kisses and soft licks with
my tongue.
I feel her responding, her lips pucker in anticipation, and her tongue slips out out to meet mine.
Her eyes open for a moment, I can see love, and passion in them, before closing again, and kissing
me fully.
As I climb out of bed, I see her eyes looking at me questioningly.
I quickly dive back into bed, under the covers, with my head facing the footboard, and feet facing
the headboard.
I feel Jennifer throw the covers off the bed as I slip her engorged clitty out of her panties and
deep throat it before she can deny me.
Jennifer grabs my ass, and pulls me in closer to her.
She tugs the waistband of my panties down over my rock hard clitty.
She leaves the band at the base of my clit, leaving my balls trapped in my panties, and licks the
jizz off the tip, before taking me in her mouth.
We suck each other's clits for a good. 10 minutes, each having to stop, with a cock in her mouth,
multiple times, when the sensation is overwhelming.
It quickly becomes a contest to see who can get the other to cum fastest.
I was holding back as much as I could, and she was using tricks I couldn't even imagine, but I
couldn't stop myself when she stuck a finger up my ass and started teasing my Prostate.
Sensing my ass pucker, and body tense, she tightly wrapped her lips around the rim of my head,
capturing every drop of my massive load.
My orgasm was mind blowing! It seemed to last an eternity. Every time my body shuddered, she
flicked her finger, and I felt like I was orgasming again.
(Dear readers, this is my vastly understated description of what a real prostate milking feels
like, if you've never experienced one, you really should.)
I felt like I was going to pass out, as I rolled onto my back, but Jennifer's voice brings me
back.
"Oh no, bitch, you need to finish what you started! Off the bed, and on your knees, NOW!" She
literally growls.
I roll off the bed, and onto my knees in subservience, kneeling on the Down comforter on the
floor.
She quickly kicks her panties off and stands before me in a dominant pose, hands on her hips,
stern look in her eyes.
"Eyes down!" Miss Jennifer snaps, and I immediately drop my head in submission.
She grabs each side of my head, and rams her throbbing cock into my waiting mouth.
I reach up to start stroking her as she's ravaging my mouth, but she slaps my hand away. and
continues thrusting her hips.
After a few minutes, she changes tempo, I feel her balls slapping my chin.
I raise my hand between her legs, and try to attempt the Prostate trick, but she slaps my hand
away agin.
She squeezes my head tighter, and furiously pounds my throat with her 8" cock, before I feel her
go rigid and shoot her load deep down my throat.
After the initial spasm Jennifer slowly slides her cock out of my throat, making sure to coat
every inch of my mouth with cum, before finally releasing my head.
She quickly falls to her knees and locks her lips onto my bruised ones.
She forces her tongue into my mouth before I can finish swallowing her massive load.
We swap cum filled kisses before we finally separate.
She stands up and resumes her dominant pose. I wisely remain on my knees, with my eyes down.
I sense she expects something, so I bow down lower. "Face down, Ass up," I believe she called it.
I softly kiss the tops of her feet before placing my forehead on the comforter between her feet. I
notice for the first time, a small tattoo around her left ankle.
It's of a chain, wrapped around her ankle, and a small padlock with the initials, MSM.
Jennifer finally speaks, with her stern tone, as I grovel between her feet.
"You dirty little cock sucking slut! Do you fall to your knees and suck every swinging cock you
see? I'd bet you sucked off your Professor's for better grades!"
I want to speak, but Mistress Madison's warning in the hot tub has me biting my tongue.
Jennifer continues, "What am I to do with you? Maybe I should just castrate you and pimp you out
for five dollar blow jobs in dirty alley's behind seedy bars!
She pauses for a minute as if thinking it over, before continuing...
"No, you would enjoy that! I bet you would wiggle your ass every time you shoved that filthy money
down your bra."
I start to shake my head vehemently, but stop myself. Tears start to roll down my cheeks.
"I'm going to be punished because you couldn't keep your dirty cock sucking lips off my clit! You
were TOLD you are not allowed to cum without permission., yet you just cant seem to control
yourself!"
I want to shout, scream, plead with her, I want to say that we don't need to tell Mistress, but as
quickly as that thought pops into my head, I know it's the absolute worse thing we can do.
So I quickly dismiss it, locking it away, never to be thought again..
"I guess this is my fault," she continues in a softer, self recriminating tone.
"I see those lips, and that cute ass of yours, and I just want to own them, possess them. I want
to fuck them all night long."
"No! It's not your fault!" My mind shouts, "I want to suck your cock!
I NEED to suck your big, beautiful cock!
I want you fuck me all night long!
"I NEED to feel your balls slapping against mine as you ram your hard cock, deeper and deeper into
my ass!"
"I HAVE to know the sensation of you're orgasm as you release your cum deep in my ass!."
"It's NOT YOUR FAULT!
I...I...I LOVE YOU!"
I stop breathing, and I get dizzy thinking those three unspoken words.
*Sigh* "Princess, you bring out the worst in me. I have a hard time controlling myself around you.
I need you to help me here."
Princess! she called me Princess! My heart literally skips a beat, and I raise my head far enough
to kiss every one of her toes.
Jennifer continues in a softer voice, "you're exposing feelings in me that I can only imagine our
Mistress feels, I need her guidance."
I want to apologize, but the words escape me. Should I call her Mistress, or Master,? after all
she does have a dick! In the end i remain quiet.
After a few minutes Jennifer steps around me and says, "get up, bitch," in her normal voice, "we
have a lot to do today."
I reply "yes, Miss Jennifer," stand up and go to pick up the bedding. "Leave it, the Maids come
today."
I follow her into the bathroom, rubbing my sore throat as I enter.
Jennifer finishes on the commode, wipes her clitty, and flushes.
I take her place on the commode as she washes her hands. She fills a glass with water, and grabs a
box of Epsom salt out of a cabinet.
I finish up, wiping the tip of my clitty before standing up, and step to the vanity to wash my
hands.
"Here, gargle this." Jennifer says, "this will help you with your throat."
As I gargle, she reaches into a drawer. She hands me a new toothbrush, and we brush in silence.
We grab a quick shower, making sure to keep our hands to ourselves, and quickly towel off.
Jennifer disappears into her cavernous closet and calls out, as I have a seat at her make up table
and moisturize my face.
"Today we introduce you to our "Ladies in waiting," have a Pilate's class scheduled at 9:00," she
returns carrying another armload of clothes, "and then, you and I have errands to run."
She smiles mischievously when she mentions the errands.
I'm starting to worry now.
She tosses the clothes on the bed and waves me off her bench, and takes a seat. She quickly
moisturizes, and starts applying her make up.
I pick up her brush and start brushing her luxurious black hair.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she smiles warmly.
My heart melts once again, and I smile in return.
Jennifer holds my gaze, and says , "one hundred strokes, Princess."
I finish brushing and she quickly pulls her hair into a ponytail. Jennifer quickly lines my eyes
and fills in my brows.
"It's time you start applying your own make up."
I eagerly reach for the eye shadow pallet when Jen's voice stays my hand.
"No, Princess, not yet. Just some Mascara, and Lip Gloss for now, we have a workout ahead of us,
remember?"
"Princess?" Mistress's voice sounds from the doorway. A pause, "Jennifer, may I have a word with
you?"
Susan turn and walks back to her bedroom. I guiltily look at Jennifer in the mirror, and see her
standing there deflated, head bowed, eyes closed, brimming with tears.
Before I can say a word, she pivots and runs out of the room.
*Authors note, Since this is Amanda's story, I won't segue into Susan & Jen's conversation.
Perhaps I'll write a follow up short story in the future, if there's enough interest.*
Chapter 2
It's 20 minutes before Jennifer returns, and a cold fist grips my heart. I carefully apply Mascara
to my top lashes without too much trouble, but can't seem to brush my lower lashes without it
clumping up and making a mess.
I wipe my eyes with make up remover pads, and start over. I have to re-line my eyes with a liner
pencil, and succeed on the third attempt. It's a little bold, but I've seen worse. (thinking of
Tina Trailer Trash, Queen of the Circle K).
I then apply a coat of Mascara to my upper lashes, and stop there.
I pick up a pink lip pencil and line my lips, applying a glittery pink gloss last. For some reason
they don't appear as full and pouty as last night.
I press my lips together and start a second coat as Jennifer walks in with red puffy eyes.
I stand up and turn to her, asking if she's ok, and she replies in a formal, Domineering voice,
"Amanda, fetch me a cool washcloth from the bathroom, then come back here and explain to me why
you look like you're ready for a night on the town,"
"Amanda, not Princess?" I think as I retreat to the bathroom, the cold fist gives a tight squeeze,
I return to find Jennifer lying on the bed with her eyes closed. I fold the washcloth and gently
lay it across her eyes.
I kneel down at her side, and lay my head next to her. Her hand reaches out and takes mine, giving
it a reassuring squeeze. The icy grip around my heart melts away.
"Amanda, we need to get dressed, the Ladies will be here shortly."
I quickly stand up and ask which outfit was mine.
She quietly replies, "Pink and White, naturally."
I separate the clothes, and grab the white gaff. I figure out how it works, and slip into it.
I don't see any panties, and I'm about to ask Jennifer about them, when I see a small white,
triangular object mixed in with my socks.
A THONG! Jen must have heard my gasp, because she looks up to see me sliding them on.
I twist my head and look over my shoulder at the make up mirror, I can see the thin white material
splitting my ass in half.
"You are such a slut!" Jen says with humor in her voice. I turn and look at her with a mile wide
smile. Her smile is just as wide as mine.
"Finish getting dressed, and do tell me why you look like a Raccoon?"
With faux outrage I reply, "I do not! I think I did pretty good for my first time!"
I slip into a white sports bra, adjusting the "girls" just so, as Jen looks on in amusement. I
reach for the white shimmery tights, and Jen watches me like a Hawk, to make sure I don't snag
them with my nails.
I ball up the legs like I've seen in a million movies, and slip my left foot in. I carefully slide
the tights up to my knee, before doing the same with my right foot. I finish sliding the tights up
without a snag, and look at Jennifer triumphantly.
I get a face full of pillow, and a stuck out tongue, for my effort.
Jennifer say's "your make up will have to do, we really must hurry." As she moves to the make up
table to fix her own.
I slip into my hot pink leotard. and grin joyously when I see it's also a thong.
It has a wide aqua blue belt that fits snuggly around my waist, and think "I look Hot!"
I quickly slip into the 1/4 socks with the pink pom and then the pink and white Reeboks Jen chose
for me.
I rush to the closet to get a look at myself, and hear Jen snicker.
I'm disappointed that my ass looks flat, and I'm not nearly as curvy without a padded panty.
"I beginning to think you've fallen in love with yourself," Jen says while slipping her perfectly
round thong wearing ass (I am sooo jealous right now) into a pair of royal blue, skin tight Biker
shorts and matching sports bra. I can't tell if she's serious or not.
She quickly grabs a shorter version of the chestnut wig I wore last night, and this time dabs some
adhesive to my temples before pinning into place. She finishes with a ponytail held by a hot pink
scrunchie.
She wraps another choker around my throat, this one is pink lace, and says, "Grab your cigarettes,
and let's go."
Chapter 3
Jennifer gives me a quick tour of the ground floor. There's Susan's office, a living room, formal
dining room, a library, two powder rooms, and huge kitchen, with breakfast nook, Cherry cabinets,
Granite countertops, gleaming stainless steel appliances, Viking stove, two built in wall ovens,
and Butler's pantry, with a janitor's closet, restaurant quality sink, and walk in Freezer.
There's also a smaller pantry where, Jen explains, all the common household goods, and cigarettes
are kept.
I whistle in admiration as we step outside for a cigarette.
We sit down and light up, and she tells me that the real Maid's service comes every Tuesday for a
thorough cleaning, and our "Ladies" come on Thursday's and every other Saturday."
"Ladies in waiting?" I ask.
"Mistress has four service slaves serving her. They come clean the house, and if they do a good
job, Mistress rewards them with quality time, providing she's not too busy."
Fascinated by this subculture I seem to have been seduced into, I ask her the difference between
her type
of slavery, and the "Ladies."
Jennifer raises that damn eyebrow and barks, "EYES DOWN!" I drop my gaze with alacrity, and I
stand up to drop to my knees, when she commands, "sit back down!"
I sit, keeping my eyes adverted and wonder what I said wrong.
"OUR type of slavery is much more intimate, Mistress has seen something in us worthy of her
guidance, affection, and loyalty. She will do anything in her power to protect and provide for US.
In return, WE will do whatever she asks, without question. WE will serve her, serve with devotion
and loyalty.
"Please forgive my misunderstanding, Miss Jennifer, I honestly meant to include myself in that
statement. Before yesterday the only thing I knew about Dominance and Submission, was what I saw
on TV."
She replies sarcastically, "yeah, I saw that episode of Castle!"
"I'm not naive, but I've never been exposed to people who chose this as a lifestyle, I thought
BDSM was a kinky bedroom game, and Dominatrixes were highly paid kinky prostitutes."
"As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted me, for which you can expect to be punished, our
"Ladies," are slaves Mistress has interacted with in other venues."
"They are all lacking certain qualities, Mistress requires in her personal slaves, but have just
enough of the right stuff for Mistress to graciously allow them to serve her."
"Miss Jennifer, may I speak?"
"You may."
Once again, hundreds, no thousands of questions flow through my mind.
"What is my role here? I mean, other than serving you and our Mistress, I mean."
"Mistress will explain that to you when you sign your contract."
"For now, though, you are to assist me in running the house, with Mistress launching her cosmetic
line, and opening new Spa's around the country, I find myself stretched thin."
We sit there in silence for a minute, and very softly, I ask,
"Why me?"
She reaches across the table, and gently raises my head. She stares into my eyes and says,
"because, my sweet, sweet Princess, as soon as you arrived, your body was screaming, "make me your
slave! And it took all of 15 minutes for your mind to submit."
"Jennifer," Mistress says, as she walks through the kitchen door. "Go unlock the door for our
"Ladies." Amanda, a word."
We both bow in unison, acknowledging her command, and Jennifer leaves.
The fist returns, gripping my heart in it's icy embrace, as Susan walks over to me.
She is wearing a pair of skin tight bright yellow workout shorts that show off her magnificent tan
legs, and a tight white tank top. On her feet are white New Balance trainers.
"Am I to be dismissed for this morning's dalliance?" I think, as Susan takes a seat. She sets down
a urine sample bottle, you know, the one with the thermometer strip? And picks up a cigarette.
I scoop up my Zippo and light her Virginia Slim.
She looks at me for a moment, with a neutral gaze, and tells me to sit.
"Amanda, what did you do to your face?...Never mind, you are to remain silent when we introduce
you to our Ladies, you will nod in acknowledgment when they curtsy, but that is all. You WILL
maintain eye contact when I introduce you"
"Yes Mistress."
"Jennifer and I have a function to attend this evening, so you will be home alone, I suggest you
use your time to familiarize yourself with the house, and grounds."
"YAY!" My mind screams, I'm not being dismissed! Mr Icy Fist melts away once again. Why does this
woman have such power over me?
"You may order in dinner if you like, there's cash in my desk drawer, or help yourself to the
refrigerator, it's your choice."
She pauses for a moment to inhale, never taking her eyes off mine.
I have a task for you to complete," she hands me the sample jar and say's, "I expect you to fill
this by noon tomorrow."
My confusion must have shown on my face as I think, "she wants me to take a drug test? Now?"
Because she adds
casually, "Not with urine, pet."
Comprehension hits me like a ton of bricks, and my face turns bright red as she stares into my
eyes.
She reaches across the table and picks up my Zippo as I stammer, "ye ye yes Mistress."
She examines my beat up old lighter, with it's fading Marine Corps logo for a minute, as I compose
myself.
A warmth comes to her eyes and voice when she asks me,
"Was this your Father's?"
Emotion chokes my voice as I reply, "Yes Mistress, it's all I have left."
Susan reaches out and takes my hand in hers, and we sit there, quiet for a moment, as I compose
myself once again.
She finally says, "make sure you put it away for safe keeping, I'm afraid it doesn't meet my
standards. I'll have Jennifer buy one more suitable for a beautiful young lady such as yourself."
Softly I say "thank you, Mistress."
Jennifer calls out, "our Ladies are here."
Susan takes my hand as we go to meet the Ladies.
Chapter 4
As we follow Jennifer into the kitchen, the clock reads 7:45. I see four maids standing in a
line, heads bowed in submission.
They are of course Cross-dressed men, wearing curly long blonde wigs, Satin Maid's dresses, black
seamed stockings, and very very high stiletto heels.
"Not a one could pass in public." I think proudly.
Jennifer grabs my arm and stops me about 15 feet back, pouring us a cup of coffee, as Mistress
walks up to the Ladies.
"You may raise your eyes Ladies," Mistress says in a warm, but firm tone.
Susan walks down the line slowly, examining each maid from head to toe.
She stops at the first maid in line, the maid in the red dress, and says, "nails please."
She examines each nail closely, and says, "much better this week, Amy, keep practicing, I'll
expect improvement on Thursday."
"I am watching a true Dominatrix in action," I think to myself.
Amy then hikes up her skirt, to show her red ruffled satin panties. He slides the panties down to
mid thigh, and much to my shock, I see his cock is locked in some type of acrylic device.
Jennifer whispers in my ear, "that's a CB 6000 chastity device, and if you don't start behaving,
I'll have YOU in one, bitch." She nips my ear with her teeth as I cringe in horror.
Susan moves onto the maid in the soft pink dress. She stares at his face a moment and says, "very
good Brittany, I am pleased with your progress." Brittany beams with pleasure as he shows his CB
6000, and Susan moves on. "Oh, thank you, Ms!"
A frown comes over Susan's face when she stops in front of the maid in the baby blue dress.
"Debra, I see a run in your stocking. You are dismissed for the day." Susan says, voice dripping
with scorn. "Yes, Ms," a weak voice says and Debra departs with tears running down her cheeks.
Susan stops in front of the last Maid, wearing the traditional black dress. A smile crosses her
face as she says, "my little Cindy, we are so happy you've returned." "It's always a pleasure to
serve you, Mistress." as Susan reaches up under his dress.
Of the four maids, he looks the most polished, and practiced of the group, and judging by the
warmth in Mistress's voice, I can tell they have a history together.
"What's his story, and why did her call her Mistress?" I whisper to Jen, as I take a sip of
coffee.
"That's her personal Lawyer, he's been enslaved to her since college. He just got back from
London, and it looks like we're going on a European tour." Jen whispers back.
I choke, and almost spit my coffee out, much to Jennifer's great amusement.
Susan takes a step back and says, "Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of my
house."
Jennifer and I set our coffee down, and step forward.
Susan takes my arm and says," Ladies, this is Amanda, you will obey her as you would obey
Jennifer, or myself. Amanda, this is Amy, who curtsey's and says, "it's an honor to serve you,
Miss Amanda."
"I supposed to dominate them?" I think, in a panic as I maintain eye contact with Amy
"Brittany, say hello to Amanda. Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Miss Amanda, as he
curtsey's."
"Cindy, my dear, this is Amanda."
"Miss Amanda, I am at your beck and call, whatever you need, please don't hesitate to call on me."
Cindy says with a deep curtsey.
"Amanda, I think your Mistress just handed you to your own pet Lawyer" I think happily.
Thank you for coming Ladies, Jennifer, they're all yours." Susan says and walks to her office.
"OK my darlings, it's to to get busy!" Jennifer says in a cheerful voice.
"Amy, please prepare our breakfast, then clean the main floor."
"Brittany, the Jag needs to be serviced, Please detail the interior, wash and wax it, and fill it
up, then clean downstairs."
"Cindy, you will start upstairs, then clean the pool house."
"Amanda, please come with me."
We enter the office, Susan is on the phone, conducting business, Jennifer settles behind her desk,
and boots up her computer.
I at a loss at what to do, so I ask Miss Jennifer for permission to retrieve my Laptop from my
car.
She raises her inquiringly, and I explain to her that I had some reports to finish, and email to
my Boss.
She gives me permission so I ran out my car. I enter the hanger Susan called a garage, and take a
look around.
Woah! I say out loud getting my first good look. I see my crappy Civic, the Bentley. a Audi two
door sports coupe, 2 Mercedes SUV's, a classic Mercedes two door convertible, a BMW 1200cc
Motorcycle, and a Porsche 356!
I fantasize about Susan, dressed in skin tight black leathers, on the bike, with Jennifer in tight
red leather riding bitch, and grin a wicked grin.
I look at the Porsche with envy, before grabbing my computer, and heading back to the office.
Jennifer has me set up the Laptop up on her desk, across from hers. I pull up a chair and boot up.
Jennifer gives me access to the network, and I log on just as Amy knocks and informs us breakfast
is ready.
We eat outside, enjoying egg white omelette's, fresh croissant's, and fruit. coffee and orange
juice.
We linger over cigarettes and coffee, before heading back inside.
The doorbell rings, and Jennifer goes to answer the front door. I follow Susan into the foyer, and
Jennifer is standing there with an attractive redhead. She has the lean hard body of a personal
trainer.
Susan greets her warmly, introduces her as Nicole, and tells her I'd be joining them today.
I say hello in my softest tone, and Jennifer explains that I had very sore throat, emphasizing the
word very.
I wonder if we're going to workout outside, when Susan says, " let's head downstairs."
"Downstairs, finally!" I think, imagining the horrors I'll find down there after Jennifer's threat
Friday afternoon.
Anticipation builds as we head down the stairs, I'm imagining torches lighting the dungeon, Iron
Maidens, Stocks, a Rack, Branding Irons, a Guillotine, and tortured slaves chained to the wall,
moaning in pain.
I close my eyes as I get closer to the door at the bottom of the stairs.
Jennifer, leading the way, opens the door, and steps out into the basement.
I reach the bottom, step through the doorway and open my eyes.
*GASP* I look around in horror as I see...A huge open room, beautifully decorated. There's a open
home theatre niche off to the right, with a huge flat panel TV. There's a fabulous pool table, 10'
long bar made of Teak. Hot Tub, Sauna, 2 full sized baths, and a home gym, behind a glass wall.
One wall is nothing but floor to celling shelves, full of DVD's, and Music CD's.
The gym has a padded floor, Bowflex, 2 Stationary Bikes. 2 Crossfit treadmills, chrome dumb
bells, and wall length mirrors on either side of the room.
*Dear readers, I won't bore you with the details of the work out...*
Chapter 5
Jennifer shows Nancy to the door as Mistress orders me to shower before joining her in the hot
tub. I'm careful not to get my wig wet, can't have frizzy hair now, can we?
I ran track at the various schools I attended, and though I didn't compete in college, I still ran
as often as my curriculum allowed. In other words, I thought I was in good shape.
Pilates proved me wrong.
Jennifer returns, snatches a quick shower and joins us in the tub.
"Jennifer, make sure you girls are back here by 5:00 the latest. We have to leave by 8:00 to make
the event on time, and you'll be doing my make up."
"I have to run to the spa at the Venetian, but plan to be back here by 4:00 the latest to reward
Cindy."
"Amanda, I think by now you know I expect you to behave in a proper lady like manner?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now don't forget you're little task for tonight, remember, noon tomorrow."
Blushing, I say, "I won't forget, Mistress."
Jennifer hands out plush Terrycloth robes she gets from a cabinet near the tub, and we head
upstairs to dress for the day.
Susan says "Jennifer, come see me before you leave," when we come to the second floor landing.
Oh shit shit shit shit shit! More machinations from the diabolical Susan Madison!
We enter Jen's room and she has me remove my wig before applying my make up.
Once again she uses the pink and purple shadows, electric blue liner, pink blush, and my ever
present hot pink lipstick. But she uses a different mascara this time.
This mascara has two colors, white and black. Jen explains that the white cosmetic will lengthen
my lashes.
I tell her I've seen the commercials, in a sarcastic tone, and the bitch has the nerve to titty
twist me!
"Miss Jennifer, why haven't you tried different colors yet?"
"Because, my precious Princess, today you are going to be Mistress's walking advertisement. You
will be the guy in the sandwich board advertising "Eat at Joe's, and the girl in the Banana suit
dancing outside the Dairy Queen, all rolled into one pretty package!"
I don't quite understand, but where it comes to these two, I seldom do.
"Scooch! Brush my hair while I get ready."
Jennifer lines her eyes in black, and uses three shades of purple on her lids. A touch of rose
blush kisses her cheekbones, and she finishes with pink lip liner and the hot pink lipstick.
With a sly look, I say, "you, know, that color really looks better on me," and wink at her in the
mirror.
Her mouth forms a wide O, and a look of total shock comes over her face.
"Oh, you WILL pay for that, bitch!" She finally says, with fire in her eyes.
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