“Absolutely!” I gasp, without even thinking about it. “I will be your f**k-slut forever, Mistress! And in return you can teach me how to be a proper owner of my own contemptible little husband.”
“Exactly,” she again growls quietly. “So, let’s get your pretty young boy-toy on to the bed. We will bind and torment and dominate and humiliate and above all butt-f**k him for the rest of the night together.”
“Oh, I can’t wait, my glorious Mistress!” I cry, loud enough for slave to hear this at least. In response my new lover-owner-mentor rises up and at last unties me.
This is an inexpressible relief. And when she begins using her big strong hands to rub the life back into my arms, neck and shoulders, I find that in the hour or so I’ve known her I’ve truly fallen in love with her.
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