Shapes And Angles2 years ago - 1,900 words
It seemed strange in a way that she had hurried to open the outer door to the club and I walked through, not unlike a king who expected deferential treatment by his subjects. Most of the time I opened doors for ladies, both acquaintances and strangers, but not for this woman. Not for a few others too but none of them were here this night. The pretty young thing was twenty year old Melissa and she had been with me for just over a month. She sought me out, much to my everlasting delight, and I had spent the last four weeks training her ... as a sex slave. Id been punching her pussy three, four, sometimes even five times a day.