Measha Stone 2009
Last week had not gone well. Wearing only her black garter; down on all fours, her ass was presented. He knelt behind her opening her with his fingers and traced her wetness.
“Over,” his voice crisp. She rolled onto her back. “Open,” he demanded impatient with her sudden timidity. She blushed as he spread her legs further. Disappointment washed over his expression.
“Get a razor, the cream, and the flogger,” order given. She obeyed. It had been humbling; his shaving of her. She’d been naughty by not properly preparing his property.
Today, she stood with the flogger awaiting his inspection.