Chapter Eight
Evelyn stood energetically, sated after the chance to punish and plunder three gorgeous bottoms to her perverse heart’s content. Of course, the fact that she’d not gotten off herself was niggling (if not raging). But the domme believed that hunger made the best sauce, and knew the longer her pleasure was postponed the greater it would be when finally realized. There was a different kind of pleasure in anticipating passionate release, and she would savor it while watching her three adorable submissives prepare and serve and eat breakfast in al their naked splendor. She felt a surge of pleasure at being able to fully exploit the s****l possibilities of each of them, showing them desirable new realms of which they would thereafter have ownership themselves. Taking willing subs
