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    Diary of a Slave (Part 6)

    Uhm I …”

    “Why. Out with it.” I was very demanding, just the way you like it. The way I like it, too.

    “I was cruel to you earlier, Mistress. I deserve to be punished, I’m sorry.”

    “Well. Not how I would have imagined your apology … but at least you see your faults. That’s nice.” I grinned at you in that way that makes you shiver, and you pushed your shoulders back. I know that gives you some of the control, to see me so vulnerable, and so mischievous playful, even. I wanted to see what you would do about that, if anything at all. Would you try to challenge me?

    Quite surprisingly, you just bowed your head in return, outstretched your arms, and told me that you were giving me all the control tonight, as you always do. You said that you were mine, and there was no competition. I could do exactly as I pleased.

    “Mmm … music to my ears, my little plaything,” I said quietly, sitting on the floor just in front of you, laying on my back as I commanded you to lie over me. And you were quick to obey! I knew it would be an entertaining night ahead.

    “Would you like me to undress too?” you whispered, in that adorably cautious way that makes me want to do awful things.

    “Don’t predict what I’d like. I know what I’d like,” I corrected, as earnestly as I could, watching your lips tremble. You felt especially weak, leaning over my naked body like that. It was as if you’d never even seen a naked woman before. So precious. Of course, I had to humiliate you because of all the obedience you were showing me. You just make it so easy, my love. “No, I want you to get on the bed, and try keeping your clothes on, shall we?”

    The blush in your cheeks made me burn with desire that only you can set inside of me.

    “Yes, Mistress,” you obliged, crawling over to the bed because you know I enjoy it when you crawl. Ooh, you are an expert at winning me over, aren’t you? And that perfect ass …

    “Good, now close your eyes.”

    Without your watchful eyes on me, I moved over to the bed and teased your lips with a ball gag. I knew you’d only worn it a few times, but I wanted you to feel it again. You sucked in a deep breath when you realized what it was.

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    1. ugh! a week of holidays and I get behind in my reading! Great update…often the dominant is misunderstood and getting her insight is so important. Thanks, GR! Happy New Year a day late! :)

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