Well, not the whole story, mind you… Just a facet of the hidden story most will never know. It's a story about a girl who pretty finds meaning in being owned. It's a story about a girl who takes comfort in the wishes of her Master, dominant over submissive, and lives for the thrill of being punished. No one, not even my closest friends, know about the secret life I lead. Sometimes I want to tell them, but how can I? How do you tell someone that you're a 'slave cunt,' a girl whose body is owned completely by her Master? Sometimes I'm punished and sometimes I feel cherished, like a prized jewel. Either way, Master makes me girl feel alive in a way no one else and nothing else can. Kitana knew she was in deep, deep trouble. Not just trouble with a capital 'T,' but trouble in the same vicinity as 'the sky is falling.' Why? Because she was late, and that was against Master's Rules. Master was her husband, of course. They were happily married for just over one year now. Master was an attorney for a powerful international organization. He was a man who didn't shrink away from conflict; he welcomed it. Aggression came naturally to him. Maleness came to him as naturally as any classic instinct possibly could. He hadn't hidden who he was when they had first met. He had been brutally honest about what he was seeking in a life-mate. "You'll be mine, Kitana, in every single way, body and soul. Every day I want to come home from work and find you naked, kneeling for me, looking up at me, waiting for my command." Initially, Kitana had been taken aback. Frightened. Yet the more she had thought about it, the more she had listened to her inner, feminine japanese voice…and the more she had realized that what she wanted matched his own desires. All of which meant that Kitana was the slave, and the slave had to obey the Rules. Rule Number One: always be home by 6PM when the Master came home. And she'd failed. She'd texted Daren, but no answer. That wasn't a good sign either. Now, as the burnt-orange disc of the setting sun seemed to bleed an ominous red on the horizon, Kitana drove recklessly. Her Camry screeched to a halt in front of the manicured lawn. She hurriedly opened the gate and ran up the front walk, unlocked the door, and slipped inside the mansion. The moment she closed the front door behind her, the girl frantically stripped out of all of vintage her clothing and kneeled. Totally naked now, the girl looked stunning. Kitana was slender despite her larger than average hips. The girl's flawless bronze skin complemented the long, lustrous black hair which flowed down her back. The 19-year-old had large breasts, the tips of her nipples surrounded by wide, dark areolas. Kitana's adorable face featured expressive brown eyes in contrast to her finely chiseled nose and pronounced eyebrows. “Were home.” I heard and heard the front door being closed hard. As we walked passed reception I saw Pedro, pretty the man who had told me about the ‘special’. This was fucking weird. Aiden awoke with a start as he felt an elbow dig deep into his side. She tried a fish-hooking spell, but I was too fast. They were totally in love with each other, but they also both enjoyed teasing and making vintage out with their small group of new bisexual friends. “This is Captain Andrews, Candy, I brought him here to meet you.” cold" Vanessa got closer to me I took off my button down and gave it too her. My friends say I have ‘Alice’s Restaurant-itis’ . See what I japanese mean. Her tongue caressed me. I bucked and shuddered on the desk. Clara and I said that we needed to go as well so Lewis and Dylan lifted us off classic the bar and led us to the Gents toilet. The guard says he can’t let us on board without the captain’s say so, but there is an exchange of credits and assisted by our escorts we’re inside the vessel. She hung her head. I felt her hair once again tickle me, except this girl time it was my butt that was receiving her silky grace. It looks like you’re going to have a very knackering couple of hours; but it looks like you’re going to enjoy every second of it.” He asked the name the reservation was under, “Jaxson’s Incorporated.” I replied. She was a petite woman, easily mistaken for someone younger than thirty-nine. She didn’t want to do this to Stephanie but based on the look of guilt on her face as she looked at this Sapphire then she probably made a similar decision once upon a time. Dragging the length of his tongue, over the fabric covering her loins, he could barely taste her through the fabric. Lilith smiled to herself, thinking that perhaps more than one person had wrongly underestimated James.