Chapter Four
Dara
I come to consciousness slowly, wonderfully warm and cozy and filled with a dreamy contentment. Reflexively I begin caressing the hogtied slut-boy wrapped in my embrace. Stroking his bound limbs and battered buttocks, snuggling the face nestled against me deeper between my breasts, I suddenly catch myself rubbing my leg erotically against the head of his caged p***s. This is so out of character that it shocks me into full wakefulness at last.
It’s morning again – actually a few minutes past noon. And once again I have my slave in my arms and bed, a beatific smile just visible where his cheeks peep out of my cleavage. Immediately my blissful contentment collapses into confusion and self-recrimination.
God damn it, this is not what I intended!
I had meant to return Dr
