We go into the bathroom together, shower and dry off. I apply my makeup for the day and fix my hair. He stands over me, watching. He asks me to make the eye shadow a darker blue and my lips a deeper shade of red. After the touch up, I look sluttier than usual, like a Penthouse Centerfold. I hardly recognize myself in the mirror. My Dom grasps my breasts and squeezes them possessively. I can’t believe I have just allowed a man to have anal s*x with me.
“Are you OK Grace?”
“Yes.”
“Do you feel any discomfort down there?”
“No. I can’t believe how easy it was to do that.”
“Did you… like it?”
“I did, Sire.”
James watches me finish applying my makeup.
“You look quite fetching today, Ms. Madsen.”
“I look like a w***e now,” I say in a matter of fact voice, without shock, self-judgment or
