First-person Perspective Experience

“When I come back I’ll want to see that you’ve licked all that up. “Yes daddy.” She replies. Slowly circling the aureola, hardening the nipple. The Scandinavian slave squeezes the tube of KY jelly onto her right had, which she has made into a fist. Men cultivate vast fortunes and run for public office in a pathetic attempt to gain what I have over Baby. “Yes, please.” I reply. Something to do with a lead pipe and a hammer being used. I’m a little bit proud of myself. As I mentioned, she’s no stranger to corrective punishment upon occasion. Ah, torture humor. I find myself with an hour and little to do. All the while she cries. Kitchens and bathrooms are off to one side, all open without walls or stalls.