The Love Doll
“I just love our life together, don’t you Gary?”
I was on my knees behind her, kissing her skirt clad ass while she primped in the mirror. I really hated our life but saying so would just bring me a severe whipping and more time without any relief. I answered like she expected.
“Yes, Miss Julie.”
“I come home after a hard day at the office and my own personal servant is waiting patiently to pamper me,” she gushed.
As if I had any f*****g choice but to wait. She kept me locked in a cage any time she didn’t need me.
“Undress me,” she said. “I need you to get me ready for my date.”
I carefully unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off her shoulders and placed in the laundry basket. Next I unzipped her skirt, slid it over her fulsome hips and held it while she gently stepped o
