Sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that pops up?
Author's Note: We were asked by several to write a new story and we are back now. A Model in Chains"From Grad School to Slave School: A Vacation in Chains Chapter 1"Now, you prissy Bitch. This is your personal Hell week." Of course she couldn't hear me. She wouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, and would remember little.
I rubbed my fingers up her slit, and found it completely soaked with her juices. Far from the sexy, chic, but somewhat conservative, clothes she wore for her job, she dressed almost whorish.
They told me that some women were truly submissive and didn't know it.
They teased and pushed men until they finally found one that would see through the faade and take what they wanted. Finding a dominant that would understand her needs would be ideal. As I grabbed her pile of clothes and was about to step through the door I could hear her moans and whimpers.
I wondered if I had provoked or altered an erotic dream.
I raked my nails down her stomach while thinking to myself, why not give her a good dream.