AUTHOR = SexySweetheart
E-MAIL = SexSweetheart@att.net
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He got out of his chair and stepped over her with his long legs. He left the room to get his toy bag to have a little fun with her. When he returned to the living room, he saw Sheronda still in the same spot. She was now sitting on her heels with her hands in her lap. He also noticed her eyes were closed as she stretched her neck from left to right, and then rolled it around in a full circle.
"Problems with your neck, my pet?"
His concerned voice made her jump in surprise. She opened her eyes to see him sitting in front of her once again.
"Yes, Sir, it was injured a couple of years ago in a car accident. The way you held my head made my neck stiffen a little. While you were gone, I took the opportunity to stretch and work out some of the stiffness. I was going to tell you when the time was right."
"Okay, you have been honest thus far, I believe you. You will have to be completely honest with me from here on, my pet."
He thought about it for a moment and thought through the events of the evening so far. She had been babying her neck through the course of the evening. He was proud she had not complained about it or stopped him from doing anything to her.
"I'll do my best, Sir." She looked up at his commanding deep blue eyes.
"Tell me what your physical limits are?" He wanted to know as to not harm her in error.
"I need to support my neck when lying down. If I don't I can have trouble with it for a long period of time. Being on all fours is almost impossible. I was once laid face down, with lots of pillows to raise my ass high, but there also were a number of pillows supporting my upper body and neck. Massaging my neck after a spanking helps to relax the muscles. Lastly, I can't have my hands tied above my head or behind my back because it puts too much of a strain on my neck. As for my other limitations, I'm still learning about them," she said with a hint of sadness.
This woman was turning him on; and had since he let her go on the moving violation. "What to do? What to do?" went through his mind briefly. "Then we will have to work on a way around these issues."
"Yes Sir," she said perking up. "YES, Sir... I'm sure we will."
"Climb back up here and lie the way you were before," he said patting the couch.
"Yes, SIR," she said as she moved up into her position. When she leaned back to put her head in his lap it was met with a pillow for her neck. "Thank you, Sir," was said appreciatively as she placed her ankles on the arm of the couch.
He looked into her questioning eyes and smiled reassuringly at her. His left hand started to caress her large, soft breast. His fingers traced around the areola, circling smaller and smaller. The nipple became hard and stood out as the first nipple clamp was attached.
"AH, that pinches," she exclaimed.
"Shhhhh, it's all right," he comforted her as he loosened up the clamp just a bit. He began playing with the other nipple in the same way, circling and circling. A look of pleasure could be seen on her face. Within a few minutes, her nipples were clamped for the first time and he pulled on the chain. "Nice, very nice."
"I'm glad, Sir," she said with a painful moan.
"You are willing to learn?" he asked, giving her a reassuring smile as a reward.
"Yes, Sir... I wish to, Sir," she said, the pain a little less apparent in her voice.
"That makes you a very good pet." He rewarded her with soft petting of her hair.
"Thank you, Sir," she smiled broadly.
"You could be a very good pet in time. Yes, a very good pet," he said leaning over to kiss her.
"I could, Sir?" she asked with a touch pride, after the kiss ended way too soon for her.
"Yes, with the training I'm going to give. If you want me to train you..." he said questioningly.
"OH yes, Sir, I would... Will you stop if I say it's too much for my neck?" she needed to know.
"Yes. Until I learn your limits, I will help with any problems we run into," he said, reassuring her that he would protect her.
"Thank you, Sir," she said gratefully.
The back of his fingers, with a feathery touch, circled around both her breasts. Once in a while, he would toy with her chain. He watched her hands clutch at the cushions with each playful pulling. Her eyes closed tightly for several moments before a small cry of pain left her throat.
"Very good, Pet, you are doing very well this evening."
"Thank you, Sir. I'm trying," she said calming down little by little.
"You have heard some things from your roommate?"
"Yes, Sir... I've heard Sabrina's cries of pain when her Master was disappointed in her performance. Over time, the cries came less often or she held them back until he left the house," she admitted unable to look at him.
"Yes, that happens. Bryon is a very different Dom than myself." His hand moved up to caress her cheek.
"Yes, Sir, I can see that. Which I'm pleased about," she said without thinking.
"Are you now?" he asked questioningly.
"Yes, Sir, that's easy to see, so far. But I'm sure there will be many things that are the same," she said quietly looking down at her feet.
"Is it now?" That statement showed her naiveté to the Dominant/submissive world.
"Yes. Your whole attitude is different. It's softer and more inviting than his ever has been, from what I could see. His attitude is crude and hard. He just walks into my bedroom anytime he wants. I locked the door once to have a private phone call and he picked up my extension in the dining room. I didn't realize it until I came out of my room and was confronted by him." Her voice was being hard edge with this topic.
"Another time, I locked my door when going to work. I knew he had been in my room before but couldn't prove it. One evening when I returned home, I found the lock busted. Plus, when he got home that evening, he banged against my door to get in my room since I had blocked it with a heavy backpack. We had an argument about his invasions." She was pissed off saying this.
"He finally agreed to stop because I threatened to call the cops on him. He backed off at that point. Plus, he agreed to stay out of my room if the door was closed. When the door is open he just walks in or leans against the door jam to see what I'm up to. Or, like this evening, he watched me get dressed. He told me what to wear and when I put on what I wanted, he told me how to wear the outfit I had on. When I didn't do what he wanted me to, he walked out as pissed off as I've ever seen him," she said looking up into Sebastian's eyes.
"Really... You don't listen to him?" he asked as his hands roamed her body freely.
"Not really."
"Since he's not your Dom, you wouldn't have to listen," he laughed.
"Kind of, either I don't listen to him or I ignore him like earlier at dinner. I started doing it because of the way he doesn't let me have a full, open relationship with my roommate now that he's part of her life. Last year, when he started to be at the house more, I would ignore him more often. I learned early in their relationship not to take anything out on Bryon for what he did to her. Well, until about three months ago when Sabrina came home with something wrong with her arm. He stayed half the night. When he finally left, I went to check on her and found she had a badly bruised arm. I took her to the emergency room and found out her arm was fractured. Bryon went on a business trip for a couple of weeks. When he returned, I hit him with a restraining order and told him I would use it if Sabrina ever was hurt that badly again," Sheronda said in a very determined manner.
"Since then, he has been trying to find a way to get me at his mercy. Like tonight, he tried to embarrass me at the restaurant. With you, it backfired. I knew he wouldn't try anything major, since Sabrina told me he wouldn't embarrass himself with another Master present.
"I lied to him about what Sabrina had told me. It has kept him at bay for a couple weeks. She told me about several of the Doms she has met, who were nice and not so nice. That was until she was gagged about telling anything more about this lifestyle." Her tone of voice was becoming softer.
"What's on the restraining order?" he questioned her.
"Nothing. A friend in the county court made one up for me. It's the real thing but it's not signed. Sabrina and Bryon don't know that because they've never seen it. I'm not even sure Sabrina knows about it and Bryon never asked to read it." She was telling him everything and she did not understand why. It slowly hit her that this man could betray her to that bastard Bryon.
"For a submissive lady, you have a very strong dominant side. I'm going to have to remember that about you." He laughed heartily about her strong nature.
"I'm sure you will, Sir. I'm sure you remember everything about your ladies," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
He went back to playing with her. His fingers walked down the middle of her chest. His fingers got caught on the chain, pulling on her nipples. He pulled it until he heard, "Ouch." His other hand hit her nipple directly over the clamp.
"Ouch what?" he asked pulling a littler harder.
"Ouch, Sir." She was rewarded with the chain being released. The pressure eased, but the pain remained.
His fingers continued down to her pussy. They wrapped around her long pubic hairs, pulling on them, with several coming out. He heard a painful moan from her. He liked the fact she was not balking or asking him to stop the painful games.
"You're a rarity, a full bush... Curly blonde. It's been a long time since I've seen a full bush like yours." His fingers moved to touch the outer lips, "Oh, nicely shaved here. Again a little unusual."
His fingers worked their way into the folds of her wet lips. There, he coated his fingers in her hot juices before bringing them up to his lips to taste her. "Sweet," he commented as he bent over to kiss her with her sweet essence on his lips.
She enjoyed that kiss. It was the first time she ever tasted her own juices on a man's lips. When he pulled away from the kiss, her hand had gone around the back of his neck as she tried to hold him in place to lick his lips clean.
"You'll be punished the next time you do that. I let you get away with it this time because I wanted to see your reaction. Understand?" he questioned her.
"Yes... Thank you, Sir. I'm sorry to have misbehaved, Sir." There was a touch of remorse in her voice.
"The hour is growing late. I'll let you cum, but you have to ask for it. Do you understand?" he ordered her.
"Yes, Sir," she replied as his fingers reached her female core.
His other hand trailed a dildo down from the tip of her nose to her soaking wet pussy, pushing it into her awaiting wet core of lust.
"Sir, I have a problem with that order," she told him.
"How SO?" his voice demanded, a look of surprise entering his eyes.
"I can feel when I am about to orgasm but can't tell when I cum," she informed him.
"Why?" He considered her words.
"Maybe because I never learned what it truly feels like. Most of the men I've been out with never cared about my needs or my satisfaction. As a result, I would orgasm when they pulled out of me. When they had on protection and cum inside of me I never felt any satisfaction." There was genuine sadness in her eyes and voice.
"Unusual. In this case, I'll train you to recognize the signs... the feelings. Tonight, ask permission to orgasm. Pay attention to the feelings building inside your body," he told her.
"Yes, Sir," she moaned out as the dildo started to build up a momentum inside her.
The dildo went in and out slowly at first. Gradually, he picked up speed, thrusting harder... thrusting deeper. Her moaning became increasingly louder by the second. Her breathing was fast and shallow.
"May... Can... I cum. Please, Sir," she asked.
"Yes," he told her.
The scream was almost ear piercing, with her body writhing faster to match the rhythm of his thrusts. Her hips were grinding against his thrusts as she tried to fuck the dildo.
"OH, I'm cumming," she moaned. Her body collapsed back on the couch when he stopped moving the dildo, leaving it inside of her.
He was surprised at the intensity of her orgasm, but she still had not cum. He rested a moment since his hand was a little tired. He took the juices that had come out of her and wiped them on her lips before he kissed her, tasting the sweet mixture on her lips.
He started the rhythm up again... Faster this time... Harder. Sheronda's moans were more frequent and louder. Before he knew it she was asking again.
"Oh please, Sir. Please, Master, may I cum again?"
"No."
The thrusting continued. She felt a funny vibration start against her clit. The vibrating did not move or stop. Her writhing increased.
"Please, Sir, I need a release... May I, PLEASE, SIR?"
"Yes," he told her knowing she was starting to.
At that moment, a gush of cum shot out of her as a louder cry of pleasure was heard, starting deep in her throat. He pulled the dildo out of her pussy with the juices dripping on her body as he moved it to hold over her mouth. She opened up and let the juices drip down her throat. He lowered the dildo to her mouth.
"Clean it," he ordered to her surprise.
Her tongue darted out to touch the tip of the dildo as it slowly entered her mouth. He twisted it back and forth until he was satisfied it would be clean.
"Good pet. Very good," he told her as he pulled it out of her mouth.
"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad I was able to please you, Sir," she said totally relaxed and winded.
They both relaxed for a short while. They even heard the events of the eleven o'clock news.
"I told you I would help you to learn the feeling of a true orgasm and cum," he said with a pleasing smile; with an erection growing inside his own pants.
"Thank... you, Sir. That was the first time I felt fully satisfied sexually. Plus, being controlled by you, made it all the better," she said with happiness and pride. "I believe we have missed the end of the movie," she stated with a giggle.
He looked up at the television and agreed. "Do you regret missing it?"
"No, not at all... Not at all, Sir," she said with great level of satisfaction in her mind and body.
"Good pet. You can take it home and watch. The DVD is yours to keep as a reward and reminder of a very good evening. Every time you watch it, you will remember this night with us together."
"Oh yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she said with great joy.
"Here, sit up and drink this. You have been a very busy pet for the last couple of hours," he said handing her a glass of lukewarm ice tea.
She drank half the warm ice tea in a few swallows not realizing how thirsty she had become.
"Oh, that was good and wet. Thank you, Sir."
He pulled her back into his arms and held her there, as he polished off the glass.
"The next time you come over, I'll show you my pleasure room. You may have another name for it after being in there a couple of times. Your training will begin in there. This is for you to wear in the meantime, until we decide how long this relationship will last." Around her neck he placed a ten-karat gold omega necklace with a lock on it; he had brought it in with his bag of goods. "This collar says you're mine and that I will take care of you. I'll also deal with Master Bryon in my own way. Until I tell you otherwise, don't treat him any differently than you do at present."
"Yes, Sir." She touched the necklace and it felt beautiful.
"It can't be opened without the key. Of course, you could have it cut off, but if you do that, it will be the last time you will ever see me," he said in a very firm voice.
A look of shock stole over her features as she turned to face him.
"If you need it off for medical reasons, let me know. I'll take it off long enough for the procedures. In fact, I will go with you to the procedures," he informed her.
"Thank you, Sir. How did you know?" The relief in her eyes spoke volumes.
"The truth is I have listened to Bryon bitch about you for the past few months. Of course, his stories are a little different than yours. He had a picture of you that he showed off to a number of Doms. When I stopped you the other day, I recognized who you were immediately," he said with happy satisfaction.
Since he had first seen the pictures of her, he wanted to get to know her. He could see in her eyes she was a true submissive lover. But from the stories, he knew she had a strong will of her own.
"I bet he made it sound like I enjoyed his company and that I teased him a lot. Or I was a total bitch that he wanted to break or have another Dom to break," she said teasingly, yet with a touch of being scared she could be right.
"You know him pretty well." He laughed heartily and she joined him.
"Yeah... Yes, Sir... Sorry, Sir. I've to get used to putting Sir at the end of my statements, even the silly short ones, SIR," she giggled. The Sir came after a stern look from him.
"In time, it will come as easy as breathing. Now, it's time for you to get dressed." He helped her off the couch.
"Yes, Sir," Sheronda said as she got up reluctantly. "Can I use your bathroom first, Sir?"
"Yes, of course. This way."
He took hold of her hand to lead her to the bathroom. She went in and sat down without closing the door. He stood there and watched to see what she would do. He spoke as she washed her hands.
"You enjoy exhibitionism?" he wondered.
"I'm not totally sure on that point. I do know that you don't close the door without a Master's permission... Sir." She looked up from washing her hands at him.
"Living with Sabrina has taught you some of the very basics in servicing a Master." He was delighted to learn that much.
"Yes, Sir."
His arm went around her waist as they walked back to the living room. "You have a question on your mind?" he inquired as they entered the room.
"Am... I...? Yes, Sir," she finally got out with a great deal of hesitation.
"What is it?" He was very curious to know.
"Don't you need to cum? Get some satisfaction, Sir?" she asked concerned.
"Don't worry about me. I have had a measure of satisfaction already this evening, being with you. I'll take care of my own needs later. Tonight was a night to get to know you... your state of mind... Next time, you will start to service me in whatever way I wish you to," he informed her.
"Next time?" she said, touching her necklace.
"As you know, that's a collar. Yes, to the vanilla world it looks like a simple necklace. In the lifestyle you're entering, it means ownership. For the next couple of months, you will have the right to stop this relationship without question. Once I put a permanent collar on you, for you to end the relationship, it will take a very good explanation. Do you understand what I'm telling you?" He looked deeply into her confused eyes.
"Yes, Sir... In the next couple of months I will be allowed to stop the relationship if I choose. Will I be allowed to ask any questions I want? Ask them as the need arises? As many as I wish?" She looked at him, hope abundant in her submissive eyes.
"Yes, but only when I allow you to. There will be a time for questions. There will be a time for you to obey instructions as given. With time, the need for questions will lessen. You will know when to ask a question, when I ask you if you understand." He gave the basics of their relationship to come.
"I hope so, Sir." She was pleased to hear what he explained to her.
He stood in front of her and cupped her face lovingly. "You're beautiful. Your nakedness is a wonderment to see and enjoy. I'll get pleasure from your... no, make that, the body I own. Your body will become totally my property to use as I wish." He kissed her passionately... demandingly. "Now it's time for you to go home. Get dressed by the time I get back."
"Yes, Sir," she said as he touched her lips.
She started to dress, pulling on her panties and bra. She did it with pride, as if he was watching her. She turned around to pick up her blouse and saw him standing there. She finished getting dressed facing him, looking straight into his wonderfully controlling eyes.
"You're very pleasing. No wonder Bryon wants you so badly," he said with a smile of satisfaction.
"Thank you, Sir." She felt a submissive desire drawing from her sexual core.
"Do you know how to get home from here?" he inquired as he took a couple of steps closer to her.
"What?" she said lost in her own thoughts, looking into his deep blue eyes.
"Do you know how to get home from here?" he repeated unbuttoning the top buttons.
"I... I'm not sure, Sir," she said trying to get her sense of balance back.
He put on his own jacket and led her out to her car. "Follow me until we get to the main highway back to your home."
"Thank you, Sir," she said reaching up to touch his face, but she stopped short. That was until he smiled at her, cupping his hand around her hand.
"Thank you, my pet. That is sweet of you." He leaned over to kiss her before she sat down in the car.
He went to get in his own car to lead her to the highway. He wanted to devour her body. Learn every inch of it. He wanted to feel her hot wet cavern surrounding his hard, ten-inch manhood. The next time, he would experience her pleasuring him.
Ten minutes later, he pulled over into an empty parking lot. She followed him into the lot. He got out of his car and she followed suit.
"Very good, my pet," he praised her and embraced her for the last time that evening. He took one last deep breath of her aroma to remember her by.
"Thank you, Sir." She kissed his shoulder before he raised her face to plant one last demandingly passionate kiss there.
"The highway entrance is right after the underpass. Safe driving home, I'll give you a call in a half an hour." He enjoyed her tight embrace.
"Yes Sir," she said cheerfully. "Night, My Sweet Sir."
He walked her to her car. "You're only twenty minutes from here."
She looked at her watch to see what time it was. "Yes, Sir." She started her engine.
"Bye, Sweet Pet," he said with a very broad smile.
"Bye, Sir." She returned his smile, feeling herself getting wet again.
He closed her door. "Get going, Pet."
"Yes, Sir," she said with pride.
She drove off with a bizarre state of mind about her. He watched her make the turn onto the highway. He got back into his car and headed someplace for a hamburger and fries. He was hungry from the pleasure he received during the evening.
He went home to make a call to a former sub that had needed her freedom because her mother had become very ill and she had moved to her mother's house. He knew she would be willing to come over to his home to take care of his needs one last time before she left the state.
Forty minutes later, he called Sheronda, but there was no answer. It slightly angered him. He would wait another ten minutes before calling again.
In the meantime, his former pet, Janet, rang the doorbell.
"Hello, Pet," he greeted her.
She was dressed the way he liked her to be dressed, with just a simple jumper. Upon entering his home she removed it. They headed for the playroom, his private pleasure room. She entered and took her customary place awaiting instructions.
He went over and sat in his chair to dial the phone again.
"Hello," Sheronda's sexy voice answered.
"You took longer than the time limit I gave you," he said with an anger tone to his voice.
"Sorry, Sir... They were working on the road and traffic was at a crawl. It took me thirty-eight minutes to get to the end of the highway. Then there was another ten minutes to park the car and get into my bedroom, Sir."
She gave him all the details. Not sure that is what she was supposed to do, but she would rather get told not to answer questions until asked then not telling everything.
"I'm glad you made it home safely. In the future, I will allow you a little additional time," he said in a more friendly firm voice. He did not want to betray the fact he was thrilled she was safe and happy.
"Thanks, Sir," she said, with pleasure and delight.
"Do you still wish to be mine?" he asked, since he was concerned she might have changed her mind. It had happened to him in the past.
"Oh yes, Sir. Oh yes," she said dreamily.
"Very good... Go to sleep... Rest well. I will call you in the morning," he informed her.
But he did not tell what time he would be calling. Then again, at this point in time, he did not know himself.
"Yes, Sir. Sweet dreams, Master," she said dreamily with a yawn.
"Sweet dreams, My Pet," he replied in a very caring tone.
He hung the phone up and went over to lie on the bed.
"Come, do your magic on me with that lovely mouth of yours."
"Sir." She moved quickly to the bed to remove his clothing with her usual loving touch. She went about her task of pleasuring him and giving him great satisfaction.
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Sheronda got undressed. Before climbing into bed, she closed her bedroom door. She lay down on the bed and caressed her tenderized nipples, trying to soothe the pain a little. Her hand slowly moved down to her pussy, her fingers running through her full bush.
"He liked my full bush... He liked these clean lips."
Her fingers caressed her outer lips but would not go past them. Her hands caressed her legs as she reached down to pull the covers up over her fully satisfied, wanton, naked body. She fell into an easy sleep for the first time in months. It was restful as well. She knew she was wanted by a tall, dark, handsome man. He was strong and his arms felt great around her.
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Master Bryon and Sabrina came home to a dark quiet house. They assumed Sheronda was still out with Master Sebastian. They saw that the door was closed to her room and went into their own room. At three in the morning, Sabrina's phone rang.
Master Bryon barked, "This better be important."
"That all depends on your point of view, Bryon." Sebastian said jokingly.
"Who the devil is this?" he asked sleepily.
"It's the cops," Sebastian said.
"WHAT?" Master Bryon screamed into the phone.
"She said you would react that way," Sebastian laughed.
"Who said what, you Pig Sebastian?" Bryon said sitting up totally pissed off now.
"Is that any way to address a fellow Dom?" Sebastian said getting his goat.
"Yes, if he's a pig," Bryon shouted at him.
Sebastian laughed heartily. A cry from a woman in the background could be heard.
"You were right about Sheronda. She is one hot Pet. Worth getting to know. Are you not My Pet?"
"Yes, Sir," said the soft female voice of Pet Janet.
"Great, Sebastian, just great. I hope you enjoy your prize," Bryon said with malice.
"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I enjoy such a beautiful pet such as Sheronda?" Sebastian said blissfully.
Master Bryon pushed Sabrina off his chest, sending her rolling onto the floor. He sat up.
"You've had her?" His tone was totally enraged. "Is she collared?"
"You will see for yourself the next you see her. Night, Bryon."
Sebastian hung up before his fellow Dom could reply.
"What do you mean?" he said to a dial tone. "Damn it. Why him? That slut," he cursed.
"What's wrong, Master?" Sabrina asked, kneeing at his feet.
"That bitch slut let Sebastian collar her. Let him have her. Damn it, she gave herself to him," he said punching the pillow.
Inwardly, Sabrina was happy for Sheronda, since she did not want her roommate to have a Master like hers. She just looked at her Master with her caring eyes. She knew Sheronda would never work out for a Master like Master Bryon. Master Sebastian was a kind Dom that would break her in easily. Maybe now she could be freer to speak with her roommate.
Master Bryon got up and went to the living room to wait. Sabrina followed him faithfully. She got comfortable on her pet bed next to his chair. He turned on the television to watch a movie on one of the all night movie channels.
The next thing he knew a phone was ringing on the other side of the living room.
"What time is it?"
"Four ten, Sir," Sabrina said looking at the DVD player on top of the television.
"Four ten. Where the devil is your bitch of a roommate?" he demanded to know.
"I don't know, Sir," she replied and got a swift slap across the face. Sabrina saw how livid he was that he had lost Sheronda.
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"Hello," her voice was husky with sleep on this Sunday morning.
"Morning, Pet. How did you sleep?" said the deliciously strong voice on the phone.
"Pet? Sleep?" she said foggily. "Oh, morning, Sir... Sorry... I'm not used to hearing your voice first thing in the morning. I slept well, Sir."
"That is good to hear. This morning, I will give you leeway on the error of greeting me," he said in a kind voice.
"Thank you, Sir. Did you sleep well?" she inquired.
"Yes, thank you. I have to work this evening so I want you to read the stories I emailed you a little while ago. Then, give me your thoughts about them. And if you think you could do what is in those stories, you are to let me know," he ordered her.
"Yes, Sir. I will after I have some breakfast, Sir," she said, hoping she did not speak out of turn.
"That will be fine. I'll call you later," he said pleasantly to her.
"Yes, Sir... Have a good day."
Then the phone went dead.
Sheronda got up and pulled on her purple sheet dress before going to the bathroom and heading downstairs for some breakfast. She heard Master Bryon bitching about her again. Laughing to herself, she said, "I'm right here, Bryon. Where else would I be?"
"When did you get home, Bitch?" Master Bryon demanded, getting off the chair.
"Last night before you, most likely," Sheronda said with delight, heading into the kitchen.
He followed her. "For a Bitch that's been collared you aren't very respectful."
She got the orange juice, cream cheese and wheat bread out of the refrigerator. "I guess the point is who I'm collared to. And it's not you, bastard."
He was a little surprised at her attitude, and then he noticed the gold omega around her neck. "If you are collared, you, as a slave, are to be respectful all Masters."
She put down the glass of juice she was drinking and laughed. "When and if I become a slave, maybe I will be respectful of all Masters. But I'm not one. In the meantime, I'll follow Sir's instructions," she said spreading the cream cheese on a couple of slices of wheat bread.
With her glass of orange juice and her cream cheese sandwich, she left the kitchen.
"Where do you think you are going?" he demanded, following her out of the kitchen.
"I'm going to read the emails Sir sent me and follow his instructions." With that said, she heard him curse. "By the way, I still have that restraining order and Sir knows about it. Even to the point where he asked me to turn it over to him."
"You damn Bitch, why the devil did you tell him about it?" he growled as he raised his hand to strike her.
"Why else?" she howled back from the stairs. "Because I was asked questions and told him the truth. After all, why should I get punished for lying for a bastard like you?"
"Damn it. Sabrina over here," he barked.
Sabrina and Sheronda exchanged a fast glance as she ran to his side. "Yes Master," she said.
The end or is it?
{Any ideas you may have for these couples, please feel free to let me know. :)
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