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I redressed and composed myself by splashing water on my face. If I smelled like sex, I could not tell. Back at the desk, I finished a correspondence and chatted with a few co-workers. Then I logged off, grabbed my purse and headed to Master’s house for an evening of erotic games and his rules. Master was waiting on the door stoop when I pulled into the driveway and beckoned for me to join him. Master shook his head and announced, “I can see my little sex slave has been a bad girl today. Do you think when you are away from me you can pleasure yourself? You are my exclusive property and soon all will know that with the tattoo I have planned for your body. Let’s get inside and undress you, then go over a few ground rules”. How could he have known that I had masturbated earlier I wondered? Obviously, he did own her body, soul, spirit and mind!As I undressed, he poured two frosty glasses of beer for them. He sat on the couch and I sat on the floor in front of his feet. He withdrew and. "I wanted to DIE.Die! Die! DIE!But what a way to go. All I could do was stand there while my cunt spasmed and a flush spread up my torso, waves of pleasure sweeping through me while everyone watched. I could see Carl's fists, balled on his desktop as he suffered with me. At least, I assume he was suffering, but I could be wrong.The rest of the class, what little was left, was a blur. I became a manequin in Madamoiselle Duclos' hands, shifting numbly as she posed me, letting the class see my ass, making me bend over, spreading the cheeks of my ass to expose my rear hole, her finger tickling me as I discovered an unexpected erogenous zone there.When the bell rang I numbly gathered up my books and made my way blindly to the door, the other students avoiding me, whispering about me.Then, out in the hallway, Carl was with me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. I leaned into him, burying my head against his shoulder, shivering."You were beautiful, and brave," he.
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