Slave Jade
“It was in a frame beside her bed, which she knew was silly. It gave the impression he was her real life boyfriend, when in fact she’d never met him and probably never would. She’d never even heard his voice, though she could imagine it—deep and rich, stern when necessary, caressing when he was pleased with her. She lay back against her pillows and wriggled out of her panties. She liked the real life assignments he had begun to give her. She’d made herself so hot with the ruler she’d come almost immediately afterwards. The odd thing was, it had hurt, but at the same time it had turned her on. Master John had explained this was because she was a masochist, someone who got off on erotic pain, especially in the context of submission. This made sense to her and she wanted to explore it more fully. Not just in erotic cyber-chats, but for real, with a real man. A real Dom. Someone like Master John. Did someone like him really exist? She sighed as she thought about Tony, the latest in a l...ine of boyfriends.MoreLess
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