‘Now listen slave,’ I said to her. ‘Stick out your tongue.’
She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. ‘I’ll make it,’ I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my pocket. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. ‘I’m sorry, honey.’ Tricia’s eyes closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my touch, submit to my wishes.’ My heart was pounding in my throat. My mom was adjusting my dad’s tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I can’t seem to focus. Knowing I’m your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes mistress.’ ‘And you don’t want anyone to find out
