Isabella
Mr L had a knack for always interrupting the rhythmic hum of my vibrator. He's always making me stop. But I don't mind because theses days I'm tired of m**********g on my own, anyway. I need a master's touch. A master's voice.
If my mind isn't present while I'm touching myself I won't be able to o****m so It was better I stopped for now.
I wondered why he was acting so weird today.
Me: Mr L, I don't have another master. Why will you think I do?
Mr L: Don't lie to me, baby girl.
Me: I swear, I'm not lying.
A ping from Mr. L announced the arrival of a new message, this time adorned with a link to a blog post. Intrigued, I clicked, and my screen flooded with the title, "Why I Need a Dom."
The page was a collection of responses, gotten from the interviews of countless subs in
