The Domestic Slave
This is just part one of a series I am planning to do. If you like it, feel free to like and comment! ————————————————————————————————- The Domestic Slave. I wake up to a strange, yet familiar sensation. A sensation of wet lips around my hard, morning wood, and soft, blonde hair draped over my thighs. I lift my head slightly and open a single eye, to see her. She looks beautiful, the morning sun coming through the cracked curtains and illuminating her small, pale face. I reach down and gently cup her cheek, while moving her long, blonde hair out of her face. “Good little toy,” I say with a smile as I glance at the clock in the wall to see it is exactly 7:00 am. She raises her eyes, and locks them with mine. …