Madison swung her bag over one shoulder and walked out of the front door, slamming it shut behind her. The cold air brushed along her checked school skirt and played along her bare stomach, making her shiver from the cold. Her school uniform, even in winter, left more skin bare than covered, and her nipples already poked out from beneath a sheer white top, protesting the winter chill.
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I drove the Mercedes along home to our little apartment in the city. Sammy’s parents lived out in the country but the two of us needed to stay close to work and college, so we made sure to live as close to the city centre as our pockets would allow.
“We’ve got a new assignment for you.”
Rebecca perked up at this. She loved new assignments, the harder the better. It made her better at her job. She worked as a greeter at the local supermarket and was very proud of her position; she was following in her mother’s footsteps. Her mother had been a greeter years ago before moving up to store manager, then district manager, then VP. She spent years on her knees and finally earned a position at the top, where she could command others to get on their knees before her.
Arthur loved this feeling, the feeling that he got when he walked his girl through a place—any place would do, really—and could feel the eyes of every single man on his woman. Every one of them was jealous—and half the women as well. He held his arm across Katie’s shoulders, his fingers playing with her long red hair.
Josh knew that Nikki saw it as a pain, but when he commanded her to spend the entire day naked, in the frigid, snowy cold, there was nothing she could do but obey. Josh made sure that they had lots of places to go: from the subway, they travelled to three different bars, then a skating rink set up in the park to take advantage of the cold weather and take up some ice skating.
Abigail’s face was pushed up against the rough brick wall and she sighed and hoped that her clothes wouldn’t get too dirty in the ensuing activities. She was wearing a short dress that barely hugged her ass and it really was one of her favourites: some men could get rough in their need to pull out her breasts, and she had already mended it twice before.
The mistress pulls out a butt plug from her bag of tricks and pops it in her own mouth, sucking on it like a lollypop. It’s big enough to barely fit in, wide and long. She kneels down and spreads the punk-girl’s ass cheeks, then pulls the plug out of her mouth and jams it deep inside. She has to twist it and force it in—the hole is fairly damn tight.
I usually can’t stand performance art, but this isn’t so bad. I’m sitting on a park bench and reading the latest copy of “An Anal Surprise — Volume 3” (suffice to say there wasn’t much more that could surprise at this point in the series) and a Mistress has decided to go and set up next to me.