HOW WE SERVE MASTER

Looking back at my initial posts, I fear I’ve made myself more monstrous than I really am.

I do believe that in a lesbian marriage, one of the wives must be clearly and totally in charge, and rules must be obeyed and enforced.

But I’ve not really mentioned how I make Bunbun happy.

Well …

On her birthday three years ago I gave her a gift she still treasures.

She had never seen the submissive side of me. The sniveling, frightened, sobbing side.

So we got a suite in the ritziest uptown hotel.

And hired a dominatrix.

Young. Twentysomething. Irish. Strong. Sleek. Red headed. Ice cold.

Mistress Kaylish.

Her mechanism was a riding crop.

Hannah was just there to watch. And enjoy.

I’d never worn a ball gag before.

Never had my pussy slowly, dispassionately, methodically spanked for 45 minutes straight.

Never been collared.

Never had to swallow mouthfuls of another woman’s spit.

And many more nevers.

Hannah says her favorite part was when Mistress Kaylish strapped into her large girl cock, sat down on the suite’s sofa and told me I would be allowed to beg her not to take me anally.

And beg I did.

On my knees.

Shaking.

In tears.

For an hour.

To no avail.

At the time, I thought, “Hannah best enjoy all this, because I never want an evening like it again.”

But I have served Mistress Kaylish regularly since.

Damn.

That girl cock was hateful.

Just hateful. Hateful.

I mean … hateful.