Andrea Sade
He watched me. Lance. He stared at me with such intensity as he shoved his hand into his pocket. I watched him as the rapture drowned my thoughts. His maid feasted on me, licking up all my juices. It was so delicious. So delightful.
"Oh, damn, that's so amazing," I groaned. "That's wondrous. Oh, you dirty little sow. You greedy piglet!"
She ripped her face from my pussy and rose. She turned to her master and pushed the safety release on the cuffs. They sprang off her wrists. She moved to her master and bowed before him, her welted rump at him.
"She's perfect, Master," she moaned. "She's strong. Dominating. She's worthy to be my mother's replacement."
"Yes, Master," the sister said. She knelt before him, too. "She's worthy of the red garter."
Worthy? Red garter.
He pulled a scrap of red cloth out of his pocket and held it up before him. A shiver ran through me. My entire body stiffened. My skin galvanized. The riding crop slipped from numb fingers. I stared in awe at that scrap of cloth I wanted that on my thigh right now.
"Strip me naked, you two sows!" I hissed. "I cannot wear this!"
"Yes, Mistress," the two sisters moaned.
They both rose and rushed to me, one naked and one in her maid's uniform. They moved behind me and unlaced my corset with skill. It loosened. They pulled it off, my large breasts jiggling. I had a perfectly toned body. I worked out hard to keep in shape. None of that body positivity bullshit fat women pushed on the world.
Lazy sows. They were as bad as the piggy men.
They unzipped the back of my thigh-high boots and drew those off one by one. I stood naked before Master Lance. I moved to him and raised my left leg up, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like a woman being proposed to by the man of her dreams.
He got down on one knee. He held the engagement ring in his hand, a scrap of red cloth. A manacle that would chain me to him for the rest of my existence. I shuddered as he slid the garter over my foot and up my calf. Power tingled through me. My pussy clenched. I whimpered as he passed my knee and pressed it up my thigh until...
It reached the right spot.
I was chained to him.
He rose and said, "My Dominatrix-Maid."
"Yes, Master Lance," I moaned as he stared me in the eyes. He cupped my face. "Yours, Master."
He kissed me. A man kissed me. I groaned, my lips melting to his. I groaned in delight at the fierceness of his lips. The strength of him. This was so amazing.
My pussy clenched. I wanted him. I wanted to be fucked by him. The other maids were clapping and cheering. They were so happy.
I was replacing the sisters' mother. What happened to her? I didn't care.
He broke the kiss and said, "Fetch me that riding crop."
"Yes, Master," I moaned. I spun on my bare feet and hurried toward it. I bent over, thrusting my rump out at him. My pussy. I felt so girlish. I was older than him. A woman matured in my early thirties. He was just a boy. A girl who was eighteen or nineteen.
I turned around. He was there. I placed the riding crop in his hand. He grinned at me and said, "Bend over the desk, Andrea."
"Yes, Master," I whimpered and spun around. I bent over the desk, pressing my tits into the cool, waxed surface. My nipples throbbed against it. I had never been whipped before. I was eager for it.
CRACK!
The pain burst across my ass. I groaned in delight at the heat. It melted down my cunt. I quivered there, wiggling my rump.
CRACK!
"Master," groaned from my lips.
CRACK!
I yelped this time. The pain grew.
"Who owns you?" he asked.
"You do," I groaned. "You are my owner, Master Hayward." That felt more appropriate than using his first name. "I'm your Dominatrix-Maid in this life and the next, Master Hayward!"
CRACK!
"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned, the pain growing. He was in charge of me, and I was in charge of the maids wearing the orange garters. Slave-Maids. Slut-Maids. Submissive-Maids. They had so many names. I would enjoy commanding them. "Master Hayward, use me!"
CRACK!
Finally, here was a man who was not a pig. I had been waiting my whole life to be claimed by Master Hayward, rejecting all the others for failing to live up to him. I wasn't a lesbian. There just wasn't any other man worthy of me.
CRACK!
"I love you, Master Hayward," I moaned. "I love you with body and soul! Use me!"
"She's such a good choice, honey," cooed the brunette Maid-Wife. "Just perfect."
He tossed the riding crop down. His belt buckle clattered. His zipper rasped down. My pussy clenched as he said, "You are taking the place of my Aunt Nancy. An amazing dominatrix who let herself be seduced by a demon. Do not trust the Seductress ever. Do not release her from her bondage unless I am present. Do not make her mistake."
His cock slapped down on my rump as I moaned, "I won't, Master!"
"Good," he growled, anger in his voice. Not at me. At the loss of his Aunt Nancy. The woman who'd worn the garter about my leg. I felt that many women had worn it. A chain of dominating beauties that served the Haywards for hundreds of years. The importance of our mission washed over me.
"I'll make you proud, Master Hayward," I moaned.
He pressed his cock into my butt-crack. His tip slid down my crevice to my asshole. "I know you will. You will do us all proud!"
He thrust against my asshole.
I groaned as my anal ring burned. His cock drilled against me. A real dick. A fleshy shaft, not a rubber dildo or a metal vibrator. I shuddered as my asshole stretched to take him. I wanted to submit to him. I relaxed myself, moaning like a whore.
He popped into my bowels.
"Master Hayward!" I squealed as he sank into me.
I groaned as he dove into my bowels. It was just such a good moment to have him sliding his cock into my bowels. I shuddered at that passion. It was good to have him sliding deeper and deeper into my anal sheath.
My velvety sheath welcomed him in. I swallowed all of him. I was so happy to have him burying into me. It was amazing. A wave of heat rushed through me. It was just a wonderful moment. I quivered here in delight, a big smile on my face.
His cock bottomed out in me. I groaned as I had all his dick in my bowels. His crotch rubbed on my welted rump.
The heat burned through me. A constant reminder that I had found a man more powerful than me.
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