Chapter Thirty-Five
Over two full hours pass before the return of my victorious mistresses is heralded by growling motors and jubilantly honking horns. Car doors slam, the front door downstairs is flung open with a bang and the thunder of dozens of footsteps pounds upward. Soon Mistress leads the charge into my sumptuously comfortable cell. While everyone else makes a bee-line for the keg, the booze and of course the requisite Dom Perignon she dashes toward me and springs exuberantly onto the bed. Blazing with effervescent vitality she places a gloriously hearty champagne-scented smack of her thick wet lips on both of my cheeks – a hell of a reward right there. Then beaming down at me she announces the rest.
“We won, Slut-girl! That means you get to keep your p***s! Aren’t you absolutely
