‘And what will you do for me?’
He pulled his finger from her cunt, slippery with her juices, and slowly circled her c**t.
‘Anything, Sir. I will do anything at all.’
Was it true? Anything at all? If he told her to walk out into the street, now, in the middle of the day, stark naked, would she do it? Perhaps not, though the thought that he might order such a thing was thrilling. In reality she knew what sort of things he would probably require of her, things that were sometimes hard to comply with, things that made her blush with shame or cry out with pain, but things that she could, by focusing all her submission on him, achieve. Even things she didn’t like, she could do if she knew it gave him pleasure. But what if he stretched her almost to breaking point tested her to the very outerm
