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Part 1
He had finally arrived at the mansion, a small yet looming building stretching for many paces in both directions. The front of the house was covered in ivy, with an arched front, stone entrance and large wooden doors that seemed quite regal. He approached them and lifted the giant, wrought-iron door-knocker, taking a step back and placing his hat on his chest.
The heavy doors creaked open, an older woman drawing them apart just enough for him to step through. He bowed with a gentle smile, never taking his eyes from her, and she smiled back with a gesture for him to enter.
“Please, Master Reign, come in.”
“Thank you,” he entered.
“May I take your hat, Master Reign?”
“No thank you, Mistress Madame. You have a lovely home.”
“Thank you.”
He took in the view quickly, appreciating the elegant stonework and gorgeous architecture, but returned his attention to her. She wore a deep purple dress, slim-fitting and complimenting her physique. Her hair was blond and bound in a tight coil behind her head. She was not old, but neither was she fantastically young, and she had aged well. Her face was not made up, as was his request, and her buxom chest bulged through the window of her dress. He took a deep bursa görükle eskort breath, containing his lust, and smiled again. He wanted quite badly to take this woman here and now, to kiss her and play with her body, but this was not the time, nor was she a Submissive.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
“You’re most welcome. If you would please follow me this way?”
Her hand gestured once again, through the lobby and down a corridor into her study. Her purple high-heels clicked and clacked on the marble floor, before thudding on the thin red carpet of the study. She guided him to a seat near the windows, facing inwards so that he could admire the bookshelves, and he sat slowly. It was a deep chair, rather wide and quite blocky in shape, but nonetheless it was comfortable to sit in. The black leather was well-kept, with a dull gleam from moderate use, and he relaxed into it with his hat placed on the small table beside him.
“Please allow me to fetch your gift,” she said, and left the room through a door on the right.
Part 2
To his left, a door swung open almost without a sound, and a young woman stepped into the study. He turned to her, enjoying the view of this completely naked girl, and watched as bursa escort kızlar she looked around the room. Her eyes fell upon him, but continued on around the room until she seemed certain that he was the only occupant. Then, like a wild cat stalking prey, she stepped delicately towards him. She meandered around a chair, avoided a coffee table, and approached him without a sound.
She wore nothing but a thick-leather, black collar; a metal ring at the front. Her slightly-hairy mound was in full view and her modest breasts were completely uncovered. Her face was pretty, framed by soft brown hair, her shoulders slender, her form petite and vulnerable. The corners of her mouth curled in a weak smile, but she was clearly nervous. He remained still the whole time, and with his lack of movement she deemed it safe to come closer. She turned sideways, then a bit further, and stuck out her backside before planting it on his lap. She bent her legs and rested her weight on his thighs, and then she slid back a little bit further and sat up straight. Her hands rested on her knees and she looked backwards and down at him.
His penis was tight in his trousers, her weight on his body so arousing, and he wanted to touch her, but first,
“What bursa eskort kızlar is your name?”
“Katya, Sir.”
“That is a pretty name. Do you know who I am?” A moment passed and she simply nodded. Now he lifted his left hand, stroking her left arm, and she leaned back just enough that she could reach down for a kiss. With his right hand he pulled on her legs, turning her for a better angle, and their lips met softly for no more than a brief second. Their eyes were already closed, their lips clicking quietly as she pulled away, and he smiled at her. His right hand ran up and down her legs gently, caressing her warm, soft skin, and she breathed deeply at his touch.
His penis grew with her weight on his lap, not heavy, but enough to stoke the embers of his lust. He liked this Submissive, a lot. His lips came in to kiss her right arm all the way down to the knuckles of her hand, his left coming around to feel her stomach. He was a possessive Dominant, and although he did not own her, he did not want to let her go. His hand was about to rise to her breasts when Mistress Madame entered from the door on the right.
“You slutty whore!”
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