| Author: | Jason Pinaster | ISBN: | 9781370197996 |
| Publisher: | Jason Pinaster | Publication: | December 25, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jason Pinaster |
| ISBN: | 9781370197996 |
| Publisher: | Jason Pinaster |
| Publication: | December 25, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
I’m a grown man. Married. Successful. I’m bent over in front of a latex-clad dominatrix. Oh, and I’m wearing a bra and panties.
“Tell me about punishment, Tracey.” Mistress Megan’s crop returned to between my legs.
“Punishment is for when I’ve done something bad.” The crop is tapping against my thighs. I shut my eyes and let the warmth of heaven envelope me.
“Like leaving a clothes tag showing outside your panties?” she asked.
Shit! I could feel it against the small of my back! The little tag is flipped up, not tucked down inside my panties. My eyes rocket open. Should I reach back and flip it inside? Should I ask for permission? Should I hope that she hasn’t seen it? Should I keep quiet? No! She’d asked a question. I have to answer! Should I—
Suddenly her riding crop leaves my skin. Is this my punishment, withdrawal of pleasure? She’s behind me now. If I quickly reach up behind— Scissors! The grating sound of scissor blades closing against each other. She has a pair of scissors. She’s going to cut—
Buy this story and find out just what Mistress Megan is going to cut!
I’m a grown man. Married. Successful. I’m bent over in front of a latex-clad dominatrix. Oh, and I’m wearing a bra and panties.
“Tell me about punishment, Tracey.” Mistress Megan’s crop returned to between my legs.
“Punishment is for when I’ve done something bad.” The crop is tapping against my thighs. I shut my eyes and let the warmth of heaven envelope me.
“Like leaving a clothes tag showing outside your panties?” she asked.
Shit! I could feel it against the small of my back! The little tag is flipped up, not tucked down inside my panties. My eyes rocket open. Should I reach back and flip it inside? Should I ask for permission? Should I hope that she hasn’t seen it? Should I keep quiet? No! She’d asked a question. I have to answer! Should I—
Suddenly her riding crop leaves my skin. Is this my punishment, withdrawal of pleasure? She’s behind me now. If I quickly reach up behind— Scissors! The grating sound of scissor blades closing against each other. She has a pair of scissors. She’s going to cut—
Buy this story and find out just what Mistress Megan is going to cut!
