Master’s Women
Master has brought a woman for us to share. She is dark haired, slightly smaller than me but very similarly built. She stands slightly behind Master, almost cowering as he hands me her leash with a grin. “She’s yours,” he says to me, “Like you are mine”. A steady pressure on her leash brings her forward to me until we are chest to chest, and I command her to kiss me. She is hesitant, but a finger under her collar keeps her where I want her and I kiss her. She and I share a long passionate kiss as she presses her body more tightly to mine. My hand finds her breast; I cradle and squeeze it with my palm while my fingers play with the nipple. She raises a hand to my breast, and …