Chapter Eight
Drew
I know it is Sunday (kind of) because neither Mistress nor I have needed to leave our private heaven since my latest adventure in double-f*****g. And I know that the 3:35 on the clock means it’s the middle of the night rather than the afternoon because since we last slept I’ve bathed my owner and myself, prepared two elaborate meals for us, endured an interminable genital torture and teasing, sucked on the head of my badly wounded erection while Mistress rolled me into an ever tighter crunch, serviced her in a variety of delightful ways and finally enjoyed hours of simply fantastic s*x before we settled in again to rest.
Mistress Dara has been wonderful toward me lately. She still hasn’t kissed me or allowed me at her breasts again, but neither has she had a single cr
