1. Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 10


    Date: 12/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Chapter One It has been several months now since my stepmother visited. She has been nothing but supportive. She asked Master if he would be willing to mentor her current husband. She informed us that when she returned, she fell to her knees at his feet and begged for his forgiveness. She is now his submissive wife. Master did not agree to mentor her husband but did contact a friend that lives near them and asked him to be their mentor. I have gotten into a good routine the house slave. I continue to busy myself around the house. Master gives me chores to do. Sometimes he will give me certain assignments. On one occasion, he left a note for me to pick up some groceries. He had me wear a very short black skirt, a revealing red top that was nearly sheer. Of course my collar. I wore red thigh high stockings and ridiculously high black heels to match. Because of the short skirt, the tops of the stockings were clearly visible. I looked like a whore from the street. He had a list prepared, but I was not to open it until I arrived at the store. Michael drove me there. He said nothing about my attire but when he opened the door for me to get out, there was a prominent bulge in his trousers. It didn’t help that I flashed him with my short skirt and no panties. I gave his cock a squeeze as I passed him on my way to the store. Once inside, I took the list out and read it for the first time. It was listed as follows; 1. duct tape 2. clothesline cord 3. a package of clothes pins 4. a jar ...
    of cherries 5. a can of whipped cream 6. a large cucumber 7. a wooden spoon Reading the list, I blushed. This list clearly had the makings of a wild sexual tryst written all over it. I began my quest, as I walked down the aisles, my heels clicking which step. I height of them f***ed my hips to sway seductively. I got more than my share of awkward stares. There are mostly women here but the occasional man eyes me up and down. Normally I would not care about being seen by others when I’m with Master. But not having him here, I am less secure with myself. I try to quickly obtain the items but these high heels require me to walk very slowly. Along with hips swaying suggestively, my breasts sway under the sheer. Nipples pressing against the fabric like darts, my rings are clearly visible to all. As embarrassed as I might be, my juices are flowing, as I obediently follow my Master’s wishes. I finally head towards the checkout aisle. I get into the “10 items or less”, checkout lane. I am about 3 people back. I picked this lane as it has a younger man running it. But as I move closer, he is replaced by an older woman. While she is ringing me up, he is bagging my items. They both are giving me knowing stares. She is looking at me with disgust, while he is looking at me with lust. I can tell because of the growing lump in his jeans. He asks if I need any help with my bags. I smile sweetly and thank him but tell him I can make it. He frowns disappointedly. As I saunter away, I make sure ...
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