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Authors: Sierra Cartwright
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her heartbeat became like a jackrabbit, erratic and all over the place.
She took a deep breath and opened the message.
sub,
You did well today. I’m proud of you.
She grinned.
Remember two things. One, to practice your positions. And second, I expect you to remain naked until you dress to come to my house tomorrow. This is about you being aware of your sexuality and it’s about you following your Master’s instructions even when he’s not there to ensure your compliance. It will keep you aware that you’re a sub, my sub, and subject to the whims of my moods and wishes at all times. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the additional heat in your flat.
The man was a mind reader.
If you’re wearing clothes, strip now.
He couldn’t see her; he would never know whether or not she obeyed. But she would know. He questioned her commitment and he made her question her own.
As he’d told her, he didn’t play at BDSM. For him it was a lifestyle choice. It didn’t have to be hers, unless she wanted him to be her Dom.
She loosened the tie at her waist, then shrugged and allowed the terry cloth robe to fall from her shoulders.
Unless you send back an e-mail refusing any or all of my instructions, here is what I expect from you.
My driver will collect you at noon.
Your cunt will be freshly shaved. You will have given yourself an enema.
You will be wearing heels, your plug and your nipple clamps.
When my driver arrives, you will present yourself to him. Not only is Lionel my driver, he’s my trusted and valued servant. He will inspect you to ensure compliance with my orders.
I want him to see you. I want you to show him your body. I want you to watch him as he looks at you.
Just as you enjoy being a voyeur, so too do people like to look at you.
In my absence, obey Lionel as you would me.
Her body chilled.
It was one thing to show Master Zachary her body, but to be asked to show another man?
This was not what she had been expecting.
Still reading? Brave girl.
If Lionel finds you have been obedient, you’ll then put on your black dress that is hanging in your closet.
Upon arrival at my home, you’ll be inspected again by me.
Be prepared for your punishment. Be prepared to be my sub.
—M. Zachary
She absolutely could not go through with this. No way could she submit to anyone other than Zachary. No way could she show off her imperfect body like that.
Fuming, she took Master’s advice and rang Darius.
“You’re being ridiculous, love,” Darius said. “If your Master wants to show you off, you need to let him have his pleasure. He finds you delightful, Marnie. Let him be proud of you.”
“But I’m overweight,” she complained.
“Master Zachary told you that? The bastard.”
“No, damn it. He didn’t say that. I did.”
“Confused,” Darius said.
She sucked in a deep breath. “He wants me to show my, my…”
“Stuff,” Darius supplied.
“Right. My stuff. He wants me to show my stuff to his driver.”
“And…?”
“And I’m fat.”
“Says you.”
“Are you being deliberately obtuse?”
“Darling, I don’t get it.” He gave a long, drawn out sigh. “If you’re a sub, you show your stuff. You’ve been to Master Theodore’s. You’ve watched in the observation room. You’ve seen my package. As gorgeous as it is.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Get over yourself, Marnie. Either sign up as a sub, or don’t. Enjoy yourself or just find some plain old vanilla guy to screw you. Master Zachary has a fixation on sight. Mirrors everywhere. It turns him on, apparently. But now, love, you’re irritating me. I’m a slut, I don’t want the angst, I just want the deets. Is his cock divine? And you’d better not say you don’t know.”
“It’s divine.”
“Big?”
“Yes.” She almost giggled at the naughtiness.
“Thick?”
She thought of his cock stretching her cunt wide, remembered the strength of him as he slammed into her. An image of herself in the mirror, her
She took a deep breath and opened the message.
sub,
You did well today. I’m proud of you.
She grinned.
Remember two things. One, to practice your positions. And second, I expect you to remain naked until you dress to come to my house tomorrow. This is about you being aware of your sexuality and it’s about you following your Master’s instructions even when he’s not there to ensure your compliance. It will keep you aware that you’re a sub, my sub, and subject to the whims of my moods and wishes at all times. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the additional heat in your flat.
The man was a mind reader.
If you’re wearing clothes, strip now.
He couldn’t see her; he would never know whether or not she obeyed. But she would know. He questioned her commitment and he made her question her own.
As he’d told her, he didn’t play at BDSM. For him it was a lifestyle choice. It didn’t have to be hers, unless she wanted him to be her Dom.
She loosened the tie at her waist, then shrugged and allowed the terry cloth robe to fall from her shoulders.
Unless you send back an e-mail refusing any or all of my instructions, here is what I expect from you.
My driver will collect you at noon.
Your cunt will be freshly shaved. You will have given yourself an enema.
You will be wearing heels, your plug and your nipple clamps.
When my driver arrives, you will present yourself to him. Not only is Lionel my driver, he’s my trusted and valued servant. He will inspect you to ensure compliance with my orders.
I want him to see you. I want you to show him your body. I want you to watch him as he looks at you.
Just as you enjoy being a voyeur, so too do people like to look at you.
In my absence, obey Lionel as you would me.
Her body chilled.
It was one thing to show Master Zachary her body, but to be asked to show another man?
This was not what she had been expecting.
Still reading? Brave girl.
If Lionel finds you have been obedient, you’ll then put on your black dress that is hanging in your closet.
Upon arrival at my home, you’ll be inspected again by me.
Be prepared for your punishment. Be prepared to be my sub.
—M. Zachary
She absolutely could not go through with this. No way could she submit to anyone other than Zachary. No way could she show off her imperfect body like that.
Fuming, she took Master’s advice and rang Darius.
“You’re being ridiculous, love,” Darius said. “If your Master wants to show you off, you need to let him have his pleasure. He finds you delightful, Marnie. Let him be proud of you.”
“But I’m overweight,” she complained.
“Master Zachary told you that? The bastard.”
“No, damn it. He didn’t say that. I did.”
“Confused,” Darius said.
She sucked in a deep breath. “He wants me to show my, my…”
“Stuff,” Darius supplied.
“Right. My stuff. He wants me to show my stuff to his driver.”
“And…?”
“And I’m fat.”
“Says you.”
“Are you being deliberately obtuse?”
“Darling, I don’t get it.” He gave a long, drawn out sigh. “If you’re a sub, you show your stuff. You’ve been to Master Theodore’s. You’ve watched in the observation room. You’ve seen my package. As gorgeous as it is.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Get over yourself, Marnie. Either sign up as a sub, or don’t. Enjoy yourself or just find some plain old vanilla guy to screw you. Master Zachary has a fixation on sight. Mirrors everywhere. It turns him on, apparently. But now, love, you’re irritating me. I’m a slut, I don’t want the angst, I just want the deets. Is his cock divine? And you’d better not say you don’t know.”
“It’s divine.”
“Big?”
“Yes.” She almost giggled at the naughtiness.
“Thick?”
She thought of his cock stretching her cunt wide, remembered the strength of him as he slammed into her. An image of herself in the mirror, her
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