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    Diary of a Slave (Part 3)

    Sure enough, she pleased me to no end! I fell asleep because it was such a long drive, and when I woke up, she just looked at me until I realized we were in another place. We were on our road trip!

    She told work that she had booked this off long ago, and had put everything on the line for them to listen (and they haven’t been treating her well lately, so I was very supportive!). And here we were on our road trip! I screamed with excitement and hugged her before she had me carry everything in, walking ahead of me like the fucking Queen. But it was adorable, the way she knew I would do it anyway. Have I mentioned how much I love that little smile she gets?

    We were at the hotel, and we checked in and went up to the room before I stopped her and asked her how short this trip would be. She assured me she’d spoken with some of my co-workers, and informed them I would be taking a week away. I mean, I know I’m my own boss, but I had no idea she would have planned things this well! Granted, I had to call in to the gallery just to make sure that things were set right, but for the most part, things were perfect!

    I was impressed with all the effort she’d put into this, but as I was amazed and thanking my beautiful girlfriend, she stopped with one hand on her hip, and corrected me with “Mistress.”

    My, she can be tough when she wants to be. And I can be compliant, that’s for sure.

    Right then and there, she had me drop, pull up her skirt, and lick her until she came. Immediately, she composed herself, and walked over to the door as she threw back instructions to me: “On the bed, naked.”

    And she left.

    When she came back, she knocked and called “Anyone in there?” and while I could hear it was her voice, I crawled under the covers just in case it was anyone else before I called for the knocker to enter.

    Thankfully, it was her – and she’d changed! She was wearing an army uniform! Seeing her in that had been a fantasy of mine for a really long time, and we’d discussed it, but we’d never done it before! Ohhh my god, was she good! She was rough and tough, and just like I’d always imagined! Uhhh … her beautiful hair pulled into a tight bun, and that loose uniform – how did she get a hold of that, I wondered! But I was frozen with excitement as she closed the door, locked it, and stepped in with a few long strides. It wasn’t the way she usually walked. And that wasn’t the way she normally stood, like she was standing at attention. Oh my goodness … would she heed to my fantasy the way I’d imagined it?! I told myself of course not! But there she was, standing just like I’d always dreamed.

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    1. Popular to some that maybe, but like I’ve always said GR you always wow me with your expertise and way with words. With you I am on this imaginary pane and with that my mind expands allowing it to divulge every last droplet of words that follow in your wake. Great piece as always.

    2. Don’t ever aim to please a larger audience, GR! You have enough devoted fans right here on this site who adore your BDSM stories, and you will always have our gratitude. Army uniform was nice…any uniform actually does it for me! Any chance you might work in some electric play in the near future?! Please!!!

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