My body has held no secrets since her first ministrations in the cradle. She tosses me a bottle of lotion once I’ve scraped myself doubly naked under her smirking gaze. It’s clear my deviance exceeds all reason. Sick exhibitionism has my impatient erection pulsating with adamant demand well before I’m finally rubbing that soothing cream into the stingingly stripped skin of my pubis. What I’d give to drizzle more all over that burning prong of urgency and jerk-jerk-jerk...
“Don’t even consider it, bitch.”
Mistress always reads me so effortlessly.
“You haven’t even begun to earn a buggering yet, much less the chance to humiliatingly spew yourself for me. Put your new panties on, since you’re not about to thank me for them. No, too late, ingrate. Don’t speak; do it now. It’s high time you
