Mastering The Art Of Cuto For Ultimate Pleasure

She was away from her desk, I walked in and lay delivered her mail, I’d turned to leave when I heard a sound. She hit me again with that riding crop, across my ass and yelled. She guided me through an open doorway into another room. I raised my eyes, she was smiling at me, she said, “You are under my thrall, which will be your name when you are with me here, you will answer to Thrall, do you understand?”
I whimpered, “Yes Mistress.”
“Wonderful Thrall, you may approach; clean my feet.”
I slithered to her and licked her shoe. A few moments later she reappeared. Instead, Miss Lawrence answered, she was clad in a blood red robe. Other evenings you will be instructed to clean my bottom. This is a reminder that you’re mine, to be crude, your ass is mine to do with as I choose.”
She struck me with her crop, a viscous biting blow, it brought tears to my eyes and I moaned.