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This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. Email me at jake63@live.com
Maid Elizabeth
Chapter 1
I saw her setting in her car. It was obvious that she was trying to decide whether to come inside or drive away and continue to deny the need that she had harbored for years.
I had arrived at the restaurant early, so I could get a booth near the back and relax for a few minutes after a long day at the office. Finally I saw her steel her nerves and get out of the car. As she walked in the door, I stood so she could see me and watched her as she walked to my booth. There was no doubt about it she was a beauty, barely 5’ 2” tall and less than 100 lbs. with shoulder length straight black hair. She had a grace about her that I have seldom see in a girl of just 23. She, as instructed, wore a basic little black dress and a pair of black heels. This outfit showed off her thin 32B-24-32 body.
Elizabeth had responded to a personal add for a maid/sex slave that I had placed on one of the BDSM online sights several weeks before. While she had no experience there was something about her that intrigued me. As we exchanged emails and phone calls over the past couple of weeks, I pieced together the story of her sexual frustration.
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From puberty on, she had the desire to be dominated and punished. Elizabeth told me a story about the first time that she was ever aroused. When she was 13, she was walking through the family room when her father was watching a western on TV. Suddenly the movie caught her attention. The local school teacher was giving no good cowboy a piece of her mind, when the cowboy grabbed her by the arm, bent her over his knee and gave her a spanking, through her petticoats of course. Elizabeth was standing there mesmerized, when her father asked her,
“You need something?”
Snapping out of her trace, she stammered “No Daddy” and took off like a shot to her room.
Once in her room, she locked the door and lay back on her bed. Her hand slid inside of the gym shorts that she was wearing and she felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine. Good little Elizabeth had never touched herself “down there” before, but now she began to rub herself faster and faster until the room seemed to explode into light and color. After that day, she masturbated regularly while fantasizing about being punished and ravished by pirates, cowboys, medieval knights and any other characters she could think of.
Dating in high school and college was a complete disappointment for Elizabeth. She dated lots of guys but none touched the need she had to be dominated. Giving dates blow jobs while they held the back of her head was as close as she could get to being controlled. Elizabeth remembered asking one boy that she really loved if he would spank her. He looked at her like she was some kind of sicko, immediately took her back to her dorm and then never called or even spoke to her again.
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As Elizabeth walked up to the table, I motioned for her to set down and took a seat opposite of her in the booth. I looked over to the waitress that had followed her and ordered a scotch, neat and a glass of white wine.
I said nothing to her until the waitress brought our drinks. I took a sip of my scotch and asked her,
“I trust that you have thought this through completely?”
She replied quietly with downcast eyes, “Yes sir”.
“I’m not so sure you have. Do you realize that if you leave here with me this evening you will be mine to do with what I wish? You will be required to follow my every command and service my every need and your only reward will be that you will be allowed to stay with me for another day. I will punish you for failure to follow instructions, I will punish you for mistakes and often I will punish you simply because it amuses me.”
Trembling she replied “Yes sir”
“Very well, then remove your panties and place them on the table in front of you.”
“Sir?” she questioned.
“You heard me, take off your panties and place them on the table. Maybe this is a mistake, you can’t even follow the first simple command that I give you.”
“I’m sorry sir”, she stammered as she quickly hiked up her dress and removed the offending garment and placed them in a small ball in front of her. Her eyes darted around the room to see if her activity had been seen by any of the other patrons. We sat there for another half hour as I outlined her duties and how she was to conduct herself. All the while she kept her eyes downcast and answered “Yes sir” when I asked her if she understood.
After we finished our drinks, I motioned for the waitress to bring the check and handed her a $20. As we were heading towards the door, I glanced back to see the waitress bussing our table. When she saw the small ball of black lace she called out, “Excuse me miss” perhaps thinking that Elizabeth had left a black lace kerchief behind. As we turned to look, the waitress realized what she had picked up, screeched, threw them on the floor and stomped off. This, of course drew the attention of the dozen or so other patrons in the restaurant, who all turned to see what the commotion was about. Elizabeth shot across the floor, completely humiliated, grabbed her panties and scurried back to where I was standing. I held my hand out, she gave me the panties and we continued towards the door. Her red face glowed as we headed out.
Once in the parking lot, she asked “Sir, shall I follow you in my car?”
“No leave it here and I’ll have it picked up in the morning. My car is around the side of the building.”
When we arrived at my car, I unlocked and opened the passenger door. I stopped her as she began to enter the car.
“Take off your dress first.”
“Sir, someone will see me.”
“I’m growing very impatient with your hesitation and questioning of my commands.” I growled.
Realizing she had better comply, she quickly stepped out of her dress and slid into the passenger seat, tossing the dress in the back seat.
I walked around and got in the drivers side and looked upon my new toy. She was lightly tanned from head to toe. Her small, upturned tits simply begged for mistreatment and as the A/C took effect; her nipples became erect and crinkled. I decided that they needed a little attention on the drive to my house in the country. I reached in front of her and removed a pair of nipple clamps that I had stashed in the glove compartment. They were moderately harsh and caused her to quietly yelp and wince as I placed them first on her right then left nipple.
“That should give you something to think about until we get home.” I smirked, as she
sat back in her seat and tried to adjust to the discomfort radiating from her nipples.
After traveling only a few miles down the road, she announced, “Sir I have to pee”
“Well, you’ll just have to hold it. It’s another 45 minutes ‘til we get home.” I chided her like she was a child. After about another twenty minutes I could see that see was squirming in her seat and about to burst.
“Please Sir I really need to pee”
Seeing this as a chance to further humiliate her and not wanting to get my leather seats all wet, I pulled into an abandoned gas station beside the interstate.
See looked at me quizzically, “Where can I go here? This station is closed and I’m naked.”
“Are you stupid or are just trying to test my patience?” I snapped. “Get out of the car squat beside it and piss. Just remember that you will pay for the inconvenience that you are causing me.”
Being a city girl, I’m sure that Elizabeth had never urinated anywhere but in a toilet behind a closed door. Her bladder, however, was past the point of caring. She jumped out of the car, using the open door as a shield from passing cars, squatted and let go a stream that seemed to go on for five minutes.
As she started to jump back in the car, I stopped her. “Whoa, what do you think that your doing? You’re not getting back in my car with piss dripping from your cunt.”
She looked around as if she was expecting a roll of toilet paper to be lying on the ground.
I tossed her the black panties that she had removed earlier, “Here use these”
She dabbed pussy dry and jumped back in the car, dropping the panties on the floor board.
The rest of the ride home was uneventful. I would occasionally give the chain connecting her nipple clamps a tug or run my finger up and down her bare slit so that her clit would be aching by the time we got home.
Finally we arrived at my home. I stopped in the driveway and told her to get out and go kneel by the front door and wait for me to open it. I watched with amusement as she scampered up the sidewalk to avoid being seen. I pulled into the garage and pushed the button to close the door behind me. I entered the house through the kitchen door and checked the answering machine. I was in no hurry to open the front door. Finally I decided that she had waited long enough and walked to the front door. As I opened the door, I was taken aback once more with her beauty. There she was kneeling with her hands clasped behind her back, head bowed and her black silky hair resting on her shoulders. She was a diamond in the rough, but when polished, she would be my masterpiece.
“Rise and follow me” As I headed to my office, I could hear her heals clicking on the hardwood floor behind me.
My office is my sanctuary from the world. The walls are dark mahogany and floor is covered with green plush carpet. I have a well equipped dungeon in the basement, but I wanted her to receive her first punishment here.
I sat behind my desk and instructed her to stand in front with her arms clasped behind her back and legs spread shoulder width apart.
I began, “You are now my slave. Your only purpose in life is to care for me and my home. You have no rights. You may be granted privileges as your training progresses, but only after you have earned them. At this point you haven’t even earned the privilege of wearing clothing. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir”, she replied in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Very well, in my business we settle all accounts at the end of the day. As it is getting late, I believe it’s time for you to settle your account.”
“You were told to be at the restaurant at 7:00 PM, yet you sat in your car deciding whether or not to come in until 7:05”
“When I told you to remove your panties at the table you hesitated and questioned my command.”
“When I told you to remove your dress before getting in my car, you again hesitated and questioned my command”
“For these offenses would have normally earned 30 lashes with my belt. However, since you delayed my trip home by having me stop so that you piss on the side of the road
like a bitch dog, your pretty little tits will also receive 10.”
I saw her stiffen with fright and her lip began to tremble.
I pulled a straight back wooden chair out and told her to sit down. I then proceeded to try her wrists behind the chair. Taking another piece of rope, I tied her upper arms together snuggly so as to pull her shoulders back. This jutted her little tits out perfectly for punishment that they were about to receive.
I gasped the clamps that had held her now numb nipples for the last hour and removed them simultaneously. She sighed with relief and then a few seconds later, when the blood flow returned, she threw her head back and screamed.
“OH GOOOOOOOOOD, IIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
This was Elizabeth’s first experience with nipple clamps and she obviously wasn’t prepared for the wave of agony that comes from removing them after they’ve been on for an extended period.
I stood and watched for a few minutes as she swung her head from side to side as the pain slowly subsided. I cupped both tits in my hands and kneaded them roughly.
“Are you ready to begin your punishment now?”
“Please sir, don’t hurt my breasts anymore.” She pleaded.
“They are not breasts, they are tits and they belong to me to do with as I wish.” I said matter of factly. “Did you not agree to this when we were in the restaurant?”
Bowing her head with tears dripping down on her thighs, she whispered “Yes sir”
“Very well then, lets get started”, I said as walked to the cabinet and removed a ball gag.
As I inserted the gag in her mouth and cinched the strap I warned her, “As your training advances I will expect you to remain silent during your punishments, but at this point, I think that would be a little to much to ask of you.”
I then wrapped the belt around my hand until only a 1 foot tail remained. The first slash landed above the nipple of her left tit.
“SPLAT”
“AUGHHHHH” she screamed as her head snapped back..
I gave her moment to let the pain sink in before I applied the next stroke to the top of her right tit.
Once again the stroke was followed by a muffled scream.
With the next 6 slashes I continued to work my way around the sides and bottoms of each
of her increasingly fiery red tits.
I paused as she sobbed and gasp for breath.
“You have 2 strokes left. Where do you think they should go?” From the look in her eyes as she started to shake her head, she knew that her tender, swollen nipples would be the targets.
“SPLAT”
“SPLAT”
As she screamed her eyes rolled back in her head and her body seemed to go into convulsions. She had cum. This little pain slut had cum from just 10 slashes to her tits.
While I was a little upset that her punishment had ultimately resulted in pleasure, there was no doubt about it, this one was a keeper.
As Elizabeth slowly regained her senses, I became keenly aware of my cock trying to tear lose from my slacks. I lowered my zipper, removed my painfully hard member and began rubbing up and down her cheeks, brushing away the tears that still remained below her puffy eyes.
“Do you wish to show your appreciation for the punishment that you have been given.”
She nodded her head groggily.
I reached behind her head and unfastened the ball gag. The moment she was free of the gag, she sprang to life and engulfed my cock in one swift movement. The feeling was incredible. I had to catch myself to keep from shooting immediately. She may have not been able to find someone to give her the discipline she needed her in her past life, but one of her old boy friends had surely taught her how to suck cock.
I held off for as long as possible before pulling out of that wonderful mouth and blowing a huge load in her face. My head swimming, I stumbled back and slumped into one of the leather wing backed chairs in front of my desk. My little prize, meanwhile, was snaking her tongue around trying to drag every drop possible into her mouth. What she couldn’t reach was slowly drying on her face.
After a few minutes I had recovered enough to continue. I rose from the chair and untied her. I led her over the end of my desk spread her feet apart and tied them to the legs of the desk. I then removed a pair of wrist cuffs from the desk drawer, put them on her. Taking another piece of rope, I looped it through the D rings on the cuffs and stretched her tightly tying the rope off at the other end of the desk. She was now beautifully displayed and ready to receive the rest of her punishment.
I walked around to the other end of the desk and ran my hand over her tight ass. I dragged my hand down and inserted two fingers in her bare cunt. It was dripping but very tight. My next load of cum was going in that tight little twat, but first things first.
I picked up my belt, that I had dropped during the blow job and wrapped it once around my hand. This left over two feet of strap swinging free to do damage.
“I will not gag you during this phase of your punishment. You are to remain silent as long as possible, but I expect that you will be screaming before it is over.”
I knew that she would try to remain quiet as long as possible and I would help her by saving the severe slashes for the later half of her ordeal.
I brought the first stroke down high on her ass cheeks with about half force. A slight grunt escaped from her lips as it landed. I continued laying stripes down her ass and legs until the fifteenth one landed just above her knees. By this time her grunts had increased to moans and whines.
Taking a moment, I ran my hand up and down her ass and thighs. I could feel warmth radiate from every inch. I checked her pussy again with my finger and goose bumps appeared over her entire body when I drug my finger across her swollen clit.
“Now it’s time to get serious with your punishment.” I announced as I brought the belt crashing down with full force on the top of her ass.
“IIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGHH” she screamed at the shock of the stroke.
I alternated the strokes between her ass and thighs as worked my way to the juncture of her ass cheeks and thighs. By this time here screams had disintegrated to blubbering and begging to be fucked.
“P-Please sir fuck me, do what ever you want, just don’t hit me anymore”
“SPLAT” “EEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHH”
With five strokes to go I asked her, “Do you want me to fuck that dripping cunt of yours?”
“OH YES SIR, YES SIR, FUCK ME HARD, FUCK MY BRAINS OUT, JUST DON’T BEAT ME ANYMORE.”
I now had my chance.
“I will give you two options.”
“Option #1, you will not get your last five strokes. You will remain tied to this desk until morning and you will not get the pleasure of my cock in your dripping pussy.”
“Option #2, you will beg for me to complete your punishment, after each stroke, you will beg for the next and after the last stroke, you will beg for me to fuck that needy little cunt of yours.”
I could see her mind turning. She was torn between the burning pain of her ass and burning need of her pussy.
“Please continue my punishment, sir.” She whispered.
“I beg your pardon, I didn’t hear you.”
“PLEASE SIR, WHIP MY ASS!!!!!!”
I smiled to myself as I drew my arm back. She was begging for more pain in order to get a fucking. Yes, she was focusing on her own pleasure, but she realized that pain and submission was the road to that pleasure. Later I would shift that focus to my pleasure.
“SPLAT”
“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”
“SPLAT”
“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”
“SPLAT”
“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”
“SPLAT”
“OOOOOOOOOOOGOOODDDDDDDD, PLEASE SIR, PLEASE WHIP MY ASS”
Finally she was down to her last stroke and the area awaiting it was the crease between and ass and thighs with her puffy pussy centered between. I knew the pain of this last stroke was going to be more than she had ever endured or even imagined.
I drew back my arm and delivered this last stroke directly on target.
“CRACKKKKKKKK”
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH,”
she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her upper body reared up so violently that she tested the very breaking point of the ropes that held her in place. Just as suddenly she collapsed back down on the desk top and lay there sobbing her entire body quivering.
As she recovered, I removed my clothes and kneeled down behind her. I gently ran my tongue up and down her red and inflamed slit. This caused her to jump and gasp. As I continued those gasps evolved into moans and then into begging.
“Please fuck me sir, please” she pleaded.
I may be a cruel bastard, but how could I resist such heart felt pleading.
So I stood up nuzzled the tip of my cock between her pussy lips and buried my self to the hilt in one slow steady thrust.
“OOOOHHHH FUCK” she squealed, as her back arched and her head yanked up off the cool desk top.
I remained buried in her tight pussy as I felt the heat from her fresh whipped ass radiate into my thighs.
I slowly began sawing my cock in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace until, after a few minutes, the head of my cock was pounding her cervix with as much force as I could muster.
Her head was thrashing side to side as she blabbered, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME………” continuously.
Finally, I could hold out no longer and the first spurt of my cum hit the mouth of her womb. Instantly, her body went rigid, her cunt muscles clamped down and she emitted an orgasmic squeal that no doubt had dogs barking for miles around.
My head swam as the last pulses of my orgasm left my loins. No longer able to support my own weight, I collapsed on top of her sweat soaked body. We both gasped for air as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe.
An electric tingle went down my spine as my once hard cock shrank and slipped out of the warm tunnel that had just recently held it captive so tightly. After awhile, I had regained my strength enough to untie her and carry her limp body to my bedroom.
We both reeked of sweat and sex, but a shower would have to wait until morning as I lay her in my bed and collapsed beside her. That night I slept deeply as she nuzzled next to me with her head resting on my chest.
Chapter 2
“Wake up bitch”, Elizabeth’s eyes flew open as her mind struggled grasp were she was and what was happening to her.
Her eyes focused on a blonde woman in a grey flannel business suit who stood above her with a short riding quirt in hand.
“I said wake up and get your lazy ass out of bed”. Suddenly Elizabeth’s thigh exploded in pain as the quirt lashed across it.
I had awoken about an hour earlier, showered and went downstairs to begin the day. Katherine, my assistant of the last ten years, arrived for work at 7:45. In those ten years she has assisted me in my business concerns, as well as supervising the several maids that I have had. A Domme by nature, Kat has, none the less, learned over the years that if she doesn’t provide proper discipline to her charge, her own ass will pay the price.
In her early thirties, Kat possesses beautiful long blonde hair and a body that will make a grown man walk into a lamp post while gawking at her walking down the street.
“Well did your new little slut show up at the restaurant last night?” Kat grinned as she hung up her top coat.
“Yea, she upstairs, still asleep” I answered while sipping my coffee and reading the paper.
“Well I guess I’ll just have go wake up the little princess.”
Kat growled at her new charge as she grabbed a hand full of Elizabeth’s hair and dragged her out of bed and across the floor to the bathroom. “We’re going to get you nice and clean before you go down to begin your day.”
Elizabeth scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, doing her best to keep up with her scalp as she was dragged to the center of the bathroom floor.
“Put your face on the floor with your ass in the air and spread those knees apart”, Kat barked.
Elizabeth’s mind raced as she tried to shake the cobwebs from her head and wondered who this woman is and where her new master was.
As if reading her mind, Kat answered, “My name is Katherine, you will refer to me as Miss Katherine or Miss. I’m your master’s assistant, which means during the day your ass belongs to me.”
Kat removed several items from the bathroom cabinet. A large enema bag with inflatable nozzle, a very harsh looking long handled scrub brush, shampoo and body wash.
“Have you ever had an enema before slut?”
“No Miss” Elizabeth answered as the pit of her stomach tightened at the thought of it.
“Well you will get used to them, as you will receive one every morning. Your Master has instructed me to have both of your holes be clean and ready for use at any time.”
Kat then hung the enema bag filled with warm soapy water on a robe hook on the wall and knelt down beside her charge.
She lubricated the nozzle and inserted it none to gently in Elizabeth’s rectum and gave the bulb several quick pumps, causing Elizabeth to shriek in pain.
“We’ll have to work on getting that tight little ass hole of yours stretched out. I’ll pick out your first butt plug, after we get you cleaned up.”
Elizabeth contemplated the thought of having her rectum loosened; when suddenly Kat released the clip on the enema hose and warm water began it invade her bowels. The foreign sensation was not completely unpleasant at first, but as the bag reached half empty, the first of many cramps rippled through her gut.
“Please Miss, I can’t take any more!” Elizabeth hissed through gritted teeth.
“Yes you can and you will.” Kat replied as she roughly kneaded Elizabeth’s abdomen to insure that the water had reached every crevice of her intestines.
By the time the bag had emptied, Elizabeth was racked with nearly constant cramping.
Elizabeth begged, “Please Miss, please let me empty.”
“Not yet girl, the enema needs more time to work thoroughly. While we are waiting I think that I’ll begin your training licking pussy.”
Kat then removed her suit and blouse and hung them on the wall hook and then removed her expensive bra and panty set.
As she looked up from her position, Elizabeth was taken by the beauty of the woman standing above her. From the floor Kat looked ten feet tall.
Kat unhooked the enema hose, leaving the plug in place and dragged the young maid over in front of the toilet.
Setting down and sliding her hips forward presenting her hairless pussy inches from Elizabeth’s face, she asked.
“Have you ever licked a woman before?”
“No Miss” the young answered, still doubled over by the pain in her bowels.
“Well you’d better learn quickly, because I will not allow you to empty until you have given me an orgasm.”
Elizabeth stretched out her tongue and took a tentative swipe at the naked slit before her.
“You had better do better than that, or we’re going to be here a long time.” Kat chided.
Elizabeth realized that the pussy splayed before her was her only path to relief and began to lap enthusiastically.
Kat began to coo, “That’s it, right there, swirl your tongue around my clit.”
Elizabeth taking her mistress’s direction, worked more furiously to bring her to completion.
After a few minutes, Kat’s grip on the girl’s hair tightened as she approached climax.
“YES, YESSSS, OHHH FUCKKKK!
Kat’s ass arched up off of the toilet seat as her orgasm rocketed through her body as Elizabeth continued to lap at her pussy. Finally her muscles went limp as she slouched back against the cool porcelain.
With her head still spinning, Kat was brought back to reality when the source of her pleasure spoke up.
“Miss, can I please empty now.” Elizabeth asked with obvious distress in her eyes.
Kneeling down to the floor, Kat warned, “Keep that little hole of yours clenched tight. If any water hits the floor, I’m going to use that pretty black hair of yours to mop it up.”
Kat let the air out of the inflatable plug slowly so that Elizabeth’s sphincter could keep up with its decreasing size. Once the plug was free of her rectum, Elizabeth sprang to the toilet and explosively released the 3 quarts of water that had tormented her for the last twenty minutes. Only after she had expelled the last of the water did the embarrassment of the situation hit her. Red faced, she wiped her self as Kat filled the tub with near scalding water.
“Get on your hands and knees in the tub, slut.” Kat barked.
Kat kneeled beside the tub with a dairy brush, a long wood handled brush with coarse scrubbing bristles that is commonly used for scrubbing the filth off of cow udders before attaching the milking machine.
“OH SHIT” Elizabeth squalled as the harsh bristles scraped across the welts on her ass from last nights strapping.
“Quiet!” Kat shouted as she brought the smooth back side of the brush down fiercely on the girls left ass cheek, adding a new welt to the collection.
Elizabeth tried her best to remain silent through the rest of the scrubbing. It was particularly difficult as Kat paid extra attention to her pussy and breasts.
When her body was uniformly pink from the scrubbing and her hair was washed and rinsed, Elizabeth was ordered to dry herself and get out of the tub.
As Elizabeth dried herself, Katherine gathered a straight razor and shoving cream out of the medicine cabinet.
“Set on the edge of tub and spread your legs wide,” Kat ordered.
“Why, what are you going to do to me now?”
Elizabeth only saw a flash of light as Kat quickly spun around and slapped her across the face and flicked the razor open and held it to her throat
“You don’t question orders in this house. You do what you’re told to do. Is that clear cunt?” Kat raged only inches from the girls face.
“Yes Miss” Elizabeth whispered, fearing that any movement would cause the instrument to lay open her throat.
“Now spread those legs, as you were told.”
Kat pulled the razor away from the girls throat and tested the edge by dragging her thumb across it. Not sharp enough to suit her, she walked over to the razor strop hanging on the wall and gave the implement a few quick strokes
“swick”
“swick”
“swick”
The honed edge of the razor seemed to glow as Kat flashed it front of the girls face.
“Let’s get that pussy of yours slick and pretty like mine.” Kat said with eyes gleaning like the razors edge.
Before starting to depilate the girl’s sex, Kat warned, “be careful not to move, we wouldn’t want to cut that pretty little pussy of yours”.
Elizabeth was afraid to even breath as her sparse pubic hair was scraped away and yet the fear caused her pussy lips to swell and her juices to flow down her slit.
Kat’s experienced stroke with the razor had Elizabeth’s sex as bald as the day she was born in just a few minutes.
Tossing a hand towel to the girl as Kat dressed and checked her make up in the mirror, “wipe yourself off, fix your hair, put on some makeup and be downstairs in 20 minutes and don’t be late slut”.
Elizabeth dried herself, put on a light application of makeup and pulled her hair back in a tight bun. Walking out to the bedroom she saw a pair of black pumps that had obviously been left out for her. This would be the entire wardrobe she would be allowed, at least for the time being.
Taking a last look in the mirror, Elizabeth hurried downstairs to begin her day and her new life.
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