Mistress Melissa smiles zealously down at that.
“I love you too, Jon Landers. And I accept your eternal service. From now until forever you are mine: my husband, my lover, my slave; my own personal property, to have and to hold, to own and control, and to be used or abused as I see fit. And right now I see fit to f**k your meek, submissive little brains out!” And with that she deftly slips me between her heavenly lips and sinks exquisitely down onto me.
Our simultaneous moans are packed with so much emotion they could make a saga in themselves. Mine is all about joy, bliss, heart-rending surrender, and the long-awaited fulfillment of a desperately-held heartfelt longing. Hers speaks of possession, victory, and the claiming of something eminently useful to her. But there is also a note
