Chapter Three
Sunday
I was smart enough to wake up early. I listened to her quiet breathing and the clock, crouching in my bed, waiting for that fiendishly heartless woman to wake up and call to me. There was no way I was going to endure another whipping like yesterday’s for failing to hear her call the first time. I must have been awake an hour when she started to stir. As soon as she softly called, I crawled as fast as I could to her bed to have my arms released and begin my morning worship between her legs. Mistress Watson was feeling bitchy and demanded that I tease her close to orgasm at least six times before I sent her over. Then she left me for a few minutes to use the toilet and brush her teeth and it was back between her legs for another round of paying homage to her temple. My
