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I Hate My Master Ch. 27

I was afraid of being stopped the entire trip back to Chris's. I lived there and I couldn't think of it as my home. Driving naked always made me worry that a cop would stop me. And since I had to be naked getting home, there was no way I could cover up. I am sure someone saw me. I didn't notice, but it must have happened. Once I arrived, I went in. I didn't have to strip, so I got on my hands and knees and crawled to Chris who was watching TV in the den. He had a grin on his face. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to a dildo in the middle of the floor. "Ride that and report the whole thing. Love the tags." I still had the words Zane had written on my body. I had forgotten them in my horror of driving here. "Yes Master." I crawled over and lined my sore ass up with the dildo. Squatting down on it, I had the saddening realization that even without lube the fairly large dildo went in without much resistance. Then I began to talk. Chris switched off the...
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Darla's Blindfold

Darla's Blindfold February roars violently from out of the west across the flat expanse of white fields surrounding the sprawling ranch home. Window panes rattle in their frames. The rattle reverberates at Darla Weston's ear. Sleet peppers white cold frosted glass. Fear follows the blow that shook the rafters over her head and beyond the wood and the glass the temperature continues to plummet. "David?" Darla calls out questioning. Darla's question asked softly is hardly a whimper above the storm brewing beyond the French doors that rattle a warning of the worst yet to come. In the basement beneath the master bedroom the furnace functions. Darla strains to listen around the machinery humming. The furnace cycles warmth from beneath her sanctuary in the master bedroom where Darla is held captive. Darla understands your position precarious. She fusses with the blue cord fresh from the cellophane wrapping though she knows not the color of her husband's current pe...
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Trapped in Amber

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