Chapter Twelve
Summer came and went, and with it my training progressed. Thankfully, James stayed at school because he found a good job. Of course, I missed him, but I would have had to put a stop to my afternoon shenanigans, and I was thankful that wasn’t required of me.
It was hard to know what my master wanted because words were seldom spoken. I learned through trial and error what pleased – and displeased – him. I learned to start each afternoon by kneeling at the foot of my bed with my arms cinched behind me and my eyes covered with a mask.
Much to my chagrin, however, he never gave me what I truly yearned for, and that was his warm hard c**k f*****g me six ways til Sunday. I wanted it so badly, I physically ached for it, although that was usually alleviated by his deft hands and t
