I arrived at her condo at exactly the time she commanded. Valentine’s Day is of course special, but I had learned not to be late, or early, to any appointment with her. She expected to be obeyed. That troubled me, but not so much that I had thought twice about accepting her invitation. If I had gone against her orders, it was more likely that I would have showed up early than late. It had been a week since I had last seen her, and I could barely contain my excitement. Read more…
The Marquesa Clause
A Goddess Marquesa Christmas Extravaganza
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and if any creature was stirring I probably would not have noticed. I had hit the eggnog pretty hard and was watching Elf for the umpteenth time on Netflix. Right at the point when Peter Dinklage had Will Ferrell in a headlock, however, something did draw my attention to the fireplace. A shower of debris fell noisily from the chimney, drawing my eyes to the space below the hearth just in time to see a magnificent pair of legs descend from the direction of the flue. These were followed by an equally gorgeous torso and face.
Before I could get my bearings on what was happening, a stunning curvaceous blonde was standing in my den, dressed in what can only be called a “Sexy Santa” costume. Her feet were shod in high-heeled black leather boots trimmed in white fur. Her red coat, also trimmed in white fur, was cut short to reveal her exquisite legs in see-through black nylons. Her peaked red hat with white pom-pom was worn at a jaunty angle on her lush blonde hair. Her deep green eyes made an appropriate seasonal contrast with her red regalia.
“Hello Gerald,” the seductive intruder said, making me shiver with the darkly velvet tone of her voice even as I wondered how she knew my name. “You’ve been a naughty boy this year.”
“Who are you?” I asked. “And how did you get down that chimney?”
“I am Goddess Marquesa,” the siren answered. “As for the chimney…it’s some kind of magic. The boys at the North Pole have explained it to Me, but I frankly don’t know and don’t care, as long as it works.”
“North Pole!?” I exclaimed in shock. “You mean you were sent by…”
“Santa….that’s right,” she confirmed. “What other explanation could there be…except perhaps PCP-laced eggnog or delusional psychosis?”
I was fairly certain I was not drugged or insane, but belief came hard. “Are you telling me Santa is real?” I blurted.
“If he’s not, I don’t know whose ass I have been paddling red for the past ten years,” Goddess Marquesa avowed.
“Why did Santa send you?” I asked. “Why didn’t he come himself?”
“Well, like I said, Gerald,” the Goddess explained, “you are on the Naughty List.”
“Wh-wh-what?” I stuttered.
As my question hung in the air, another rustling came from the chimney. A very short man, dressed all in green with a pointed hat, dropped down into the fireplace. The man was about three-feet six inches tall, had pointed ears, and was carrying a long scroll of what looked like parchment, densely covered with ink writing in a spidery hand.
“Gerald Harlan,” the elf read, “frequent viewing of internet porn…seven visits to ‘dungeons’….on the first visit, fitted with nipple clamps and spanked with a rubber…”
“Okay, okay,” I interjected. “I know what I did. If I am on this ‘naughty list’ why bother paying a call on Christmas Eve at all? Don’t you have enough trouble covering everyone on the ‘nice list’?”
“This isn’t official North Pole business,” the Goddess confided, “it is more of an ‘under the counter’ deal. Santa owes Me for losses at poker, and is generally incapable of refusing Me anything I want in any case, so I have arranged a little side deal with him. Every Christmas Eve he lends me the ‘Naughty List’….actually, technically it is only part of the ‘Kinky List- Subsection: Submissive Males’….and his extra sled, along with (here she gestured at the elf) Snowdancer here to assist. I spend the night visiting men I select from the list, by way of recruiting new slaves. As I see it, it is a win-win-win proposition.”
“Who are the three parties winning?” I asked, confused.
At this she rolled her breathtaking eyes. “I was being rhetorical, Gerald,” she declared. “I win. Beyond that, it doesn’t really matter.”
She strode forward, removed my glass of eggnog from my hand, and set it on the end table next to me. Kicking up her right leg, she placed her boot on the back of the chair above my left shoulder, so that she loomed over me, caging me in the “L” formed by her hips and thigh.
“I’m going to give you a choice,” she declared. “You can sit back and relax while I hypnotize you. I will bring you deep into trance, where I will unlock sexual fantasies you haven’t yet dared to dream. Under My Power you will experience the greatest orgasm of your life, after which you will be My love-drunk sex slave and fucktoy.”
I gulped hard and gasped for air. The closeness of her body was overwhelming. Her scent filled my senses and made me dizzy.
“What’s my other choice?” I asked.
“Do you really want to know your other choice?” she asked, stroking my right cheek so that my left was pressed against the smooth skin of her thigh.
“N…n…no,” I confessed.
“Good,” she declared with satisfaction. “I like a man who surrenders without a struggle. Listen to My voice…you feel yourself getting so relaxed….so very relaxed…you want to obey My will, which is stronger than your will…..”
The next thing I can remember, I was lying face-down in an enormous puddle of my own semen. Goddess Marquesa was standing by the hearth, haloed in the light coming from my Christmas tree ornaments. I had never seen anyone so sexy, or felt desire so fierce as I experienced in that moment.
“Goddess!” I moaned, reaching toward her as if to touch her.
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” she called, blowing me a kiss.I moaned again and tried to crawl forward, but she darted under the hearth and disappeared. I heard what sounded like sleighbells coming from the roof, and then silence…
I have never recovered from that night. Ever since, I have been the Goddess’s fuckpuppet and sex toy. I don’t know how long the list of her slaves is. Perhaps even she doesn’t know, it is so full. But I thank Goddess every day that I am on it. Slavery to Goddess Marquesa is the greatest Christmas gift anyone could EVER ask for…..
The End
A Goddessful Christmas to All the readers of H-E!
Remember to show your love for Goddess in this season of giving!
Goddess Marquesa looked at the four men arrayed around Her table. Each in his own way was yummy. The beefy stud to Her left was smiling pleasantly, as was his habit. The beautiful blond youth next to him was sulkily pouting, no doubt jealous that there were other men present. Across from him was a short, rather plump man with a bright look in his eyes. Next to the Goddess on Her right was an older man who could not hide a salacious grin.
“You boys all have a lot to be grateful for this holiday. Tell Goddess what you are most thankful for,” Goddess commanded. Read more…
David was drawn to her the moment he saw her. It was a cool October night. A good turn in the muggy weather of West Florida had drawn him out of the house. Through the music, chatter, and mood lighting of the jazz club his focus settled on her instantly. Everything about her crackled with energy and magnetism. The magnificent curves of her body. The sheen of her golden hair. The cheerful ease of her conversation as she chatted with other patrons. The knowing mischief in her exquisite green eyes. He could not resist attempting to flirt with her.
“What do your friends call you?” he asked as he took the seat next to her at the bar, trying one of his most trustworthy lines.
“That’s for My friends to know,” she said with a wicked smile. “You will call Me Goddess.”
This made David pause for a beat, surprised. He had gotten many reactions to his line, but never anything approaching that for sheer brass. Unfazed, he smiled. “I will call you anything you ask, if you will let me see you again.”
“All right,” she said. “Take me out this Saturday, the 28th.”
The mention of the date made David’s expression darken. His tone suddenly serious, he replied, “I’m sorry. I can’t see anyone on the 28th. Any day but that one, please.”
She studied him for a few moments, her luminous green eyes pensive. Finally, she reached into her purse and produced a small business card. Handing it to him, she said, “You need My help. Come see Me on Sunday the 29th. I will begin treating you.”
David looked at the card. It was on creamy white stock. Raised dark green letters said “Goddess Marquesa, trained hypnotherapist,” followed by a phone number and an address.
David sighed. “I was hoping we could grab some dinner, or a drink,” he said, his tone crestfallen.
“You want to see Me again?” Goddess Marquesa asked.
David nodded eagerly.
“Then be a good boy and do as I say,” she commanded. “Come to that address on Sunday. One P.M. sharp.”
When David rang her doorbell, she answered wearing only a black bra, lacy black panties, black stockings, garters, black stiletto heels, and a see-through gossamer black negligee left open in front. In her right hand she held a glass of white wine.
“Wow!” David exclaimed. “You look gorgeous. I thought I was coming for therapy.”
“You are,” she declared. Pointing to her garb, she explained, “This is all very therapeutic. Come in and have a seat.”
David entered the front parlor of the Goddess’s condo. Two upholstered armchairs were set facing each other in the center of the room. David sat down in one. Goddess Marquesa sat in the other, crossing her legs invitingly.
“I’m sorry,” David apologized, “I won’t be able to stop staring at you.”
“Why would you stop staring at Me?” Goddess Marquesa asked. “You can’t have seen many women as gorgeous as I am. No, you must stare at Me. Let your eyes travel along My body. My feet, so shapely…. My legs, so lusciously curvaceous…. looking at Me turns you on, but it relaxes you too…. you feel yourself getting sleepy…”
David slipped into trance without realizing what was happening to him. When he next became aware, he was naked and on all fours. He heard someone barking like a dog, and only realized that he was the one barking after a few moments had passed.
“That’s a good puppy, shake your ass for Me!” the Goddess ordered.
David did so. It created a pleasant sensation deep in his rectum, as something which had been jammed into his anus massaged his prostate. He yipped and moaned in pleasure. He was on the floor in the parlor and still had a good view of Goddess Marquesa. The sight of her body and the stimulation in his rectum made his cock stiffen intensely.
Seeing his excitement, the Goddess rose from her chair. “That’s enough for today. You did very well, pet,” she observed. Walking up to David, she bent down and reached behind him. With a wet “smack!” she pulled out the object that was plugging his anus. Thrusting it in his face, she commanded, “Go clean this in the bathroom sink. Be careful not to harm the leather.” It was her left stiletto. The long metal heel had been jammed in his ass.
When he emerged from the bathroom, the Goddess was seated in her chair again. “How do you feel?” she asked.
“I’m very turned on,” David replied, blushing slightly from the fact that his enormous erection made his declaration obvious. “Also….,” he began, but hesitated.
“Yes?” Goddess Marquesa prodded.
“I feel like I’m falling in love with you,” David confessed.
“Good,” the Goddess declared. “That means the therapy is working. Come back for more tomorrow.”
The next day the session began exactly as the one before. When David became aware again, however, things were different than they had been on Sunday. He was crawling on all fours again, but he was wearing clothing, and he was outdoors. A collar around his neck was attached to a leash held in Goddess Marquesa’s right hand. She had put a bathrobe over her lingerie and was leading him down one on of the paths in her condo complex.
“Hi Terry!” the Goddess said as one of her neighbors approached.
Terry laughed. “What kinky shit is this?” she asked.
“Nothing kinky,” the Goddess declared, her tone mock-innocent. “David is My patient. Aren’t you, David?”
David opened his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but all that came out was a “bark!”
“Adorable,” Terry remarked drily, rolling her eyes.
When the Goddess and Terry had air-kissed and parted, Goddess Marquesa jerked the leash to bring David to his feet. “Your hour is up, pet,” the Goddess declared. “Same time again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is Halloween,” David said, slightly surprised that he could once again form English sentences.
“All part of the therapy!” the Goddess explained, her tone conveying mild impatience.
“Should I come in costume?” David asked.
“You just provide yourself. I’ll provide your costume,” the Goddess replied.
The third session began exactly as the first two. Once again when David emerged from trance, however, his situation was different. He was naked and on his knees, the collar around his neck, the leash grasped in Goddess’s hand. Goddess Marquesa was seated in her chair, her right leg extended invitingly. David’s hands were held limply in front of his chest like paws, his tongue protruded from his mouth as he panted.
“That’s it boy! Beg! Beg!” The Goddess commanded.
“Yip! Yip!” David barked pleadingly.
“Good boy!” Goddess cooed. “Go ahead. Mistress knows what you want.”
David could not control himself. His began humping the Goddess’s leg like a horny dog, pumping his hips and pressing the shaft of his rock hard cock against the exquisite flesh of her calf. He pumped deliriously and felt the pleasure in his cock crescendo, but he could not cum.
“You need Mistress’s permission to release!” the Goddess said. “Beg again, boy! Beg!”
“Yip! Yip-yip-yip!” David complied.
With blinding speed the Goddess reached out and grasped both of David’s nipples, pinching and twisting with excruciating force. “Cum now, bitch!” Goddess commanded.
David exploded in ecstasy. Semen jetted from his cock as if from a flame thrower, covering the Goddess’s calf with sticky fluid. After quivering blissfully for a full minute, he collapsed, curling into a heap at the Goddess’s feet.
“Up, boy!” the Goddess ordered, jerking David’s leash. “Clean your mess!”
David rose on all fours and lovingly licked the cum off of Goddess Marquesa’s calf. When he was done, the Goddess rose from her chair. “Stay boy,” she commanded. “I have something to show you.” With this she walked through the door that led to her bedroom.
David sat quietly on all fours on the rug and waited. When the Goddess emerged she was dressed in a sumptuous costume. A short silver tunic was cut high to reveal her shapely legs and low to display her gorgeous breasts. She had traded her black stilettos for mirror-plated silver high-heels, and she carried a silver bow strung with a silver arrow. Atop her golden locks she wore a silver tiara adorned with a silver crescent. A silvery glow seemed to emanate from her whole face and body.
The sight of Goddess was so sexy that David went rigid again, despite having just cum so copiously. He was aroused, but he was also afraid. His eyes went wide. His breath came in ragged gasps. “You are…. you are….” David stuttered, struggling to finish his thought.
“I am Diana, Goddess of the Moon,” the Goddess declared.
“No, no!” David cried. “It’s not safe! Goddess, you must run! Run!” As he spoke sweat poured from his brow and veins began to visibly throb all along his neck, chest, and arms.
“Don’t be silly, pet,” Goddess chided. “I’m perfectly safe. Let’s see what happens when you see the Full Moon.”
With these words Goddess turned , bent slightly, and lifted her skirt with both hands. She wore no panties, and the full expanse of her glorious ass was revealed. Soft moonlight beamed from her clenched cheeks.
David’s entire body began to change. He grunted and moaned in pain as hair sprouted, muscles twisted, and limbs extended. When the grotesque metamorphosis was done, a man no longer knelt on Goddess Marquesa’s carpet, but a ravening wolf.
Wolf-David stalked forward, baring his teeth at Goddess Marquesa and growling menacingly.
“Bad boy!” the Goddess yelled, smacking David on the nose. “Get down!”
The wolf whimpered. Its fur went flat, its ears turned down. Its tail went between its legs. After a moment’s hesitation, it obediently sat on its haunches.
“Did you think I failed to notice that you are a werewolf pet?” the Goddess asked rhetorically. “I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ve done you the favor of putting you under My control. My will is much stronger than yours, even when you are in wolf form. You’ll never be able to disobey Me. You love Me too much.”
David whined piteously, and nuzzled the Goddess’s calf with his wet nose, offering his submission and pleading for attention.
“That’s a good boy. You’re My pet now. I could use a big dog like you. Would you like to stay in this form for Me?”
David nodded and offered an “arf!” of assent.
“Good pet. I knew you would see things My way. Men always do, eventually. I think W/we can declare you cured!”
The End
A Goddessful Halloween to all!
“I see your twenty and I raise you one hundred,” I said, throwing six red chips into the kitty at the center of the table. It was a fairly safe bet, but my poker buddies couldn’t know that. They hadn’t seen the three queens sitting in my hand. Not yet.
I had silenced my phone and left it face up on the table next to my pile of chips. It began to vibrate, the screen lit up. I winced as I recognized the number.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I declared to the other players. Rising from the table, I took my phone out into the hallway and put it to my ear.
“Hello,” I said into the receiver, not able to conceal the guilt in my tone.
“I’ve been waiting at the restaurant where W/we arranged to meet for ten minutes,” she answered. The sound of her voice gave me chills. “Why aren’t you here?”
“I’m sorry,” I replied, “I got cold feet. I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m playing poker with some friends.”
“No you’re not,” she declared.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“I said you’re not playing poker with your friends. Listen to My voice….you can feel yourself getting very sleepy….so relaxed….”
I don’t remember what happened for the next half hour. My friends later told me that I never returned to the table. I stood in the hallway for fifteen minutes or so, listening to my phone. Then I walked out of the house, got in my car, and drove away without a word to anyone.
“One…two…three!”
Her voice brought me out of trance. I was standing in a living room I had never seen before. The décor was uncluttered and tasteful, the lights were dimmed. She was sitting before me in an elegant upholstered armchair, wearing nothing but black lingerie and black stiletto heels. Her curly blond hair was teasingly mussed, her magnificent legs were crossed to draw my eyes like magnets. Her gorgeous tits thrust upward as if to defy me to ignore them.
Most unsettling were those emerald green eyes. As I looked into them I could feel her burrowing into my soul, just like the first time I had locked eyes with her the week before at a bar by the ocean. I drowned so deeply in those eyes I thought I would never emerge again. In some sense I never had.
“You’ve been a naughty boy,” she said. “No one stands Me up.”
“How did I get here?” I whined, realizing as I did that I was stark naked. Despite my confusion and fear, my cock stiffened painfully at the sight of her and the sound of her voice. Her allure was too powerful to resist. It overwhelmed every instinct I had for flight or self-preservation.
“You drove here, silly boy. How else?”
“Why don’t I remember driving here? Or taking my clothes off?”
She laughed. “I hypnotized you, of course. Yes…I thoroughly entranced you. But even before I entranced you, I had entranced you, isn’t that right, pet?”
I shook my head, too disoriented to cope with riddles. “Look…” I pleaded, “I really like you, but….”
She interrupted me with a loud laugh. “You ‘really like Me?’ Listen to yourself. When we first met you practically turned into a puddle of desire at My feet.”
It was true. I had never felt anything so powerful. I wanted her so badly she terrified me. She still terrified me. I began to tremble, though the room was not cold.
“Look at your cock,” she continued, smirking sexily at my crotch, “the way it has become a tree trunk despite how scared you are. You ‘like’ Me! Get real.”
“It’s just…things are really complicated for me, now,” I stuttered. “I’m not ready for a new relationship.”
“No man is ever quite ready for Me, pet,” she declared. “What you’re ready for doesn’t matter. I told you the night W/we met that I want you.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes…I know…” I moaned. “I was very flattered…”
“That wasn’t flattery,” she corrected me.
“What was it?” I asked, feeling as stupid as I sounded.
“It was a prison sentence,” she explained. “When I want a man, he is Mine. If that isn’t dawning on you by now it will, soon.”
I swallowed hard and squinted about the room, looking for some sign of my clothes. “Please…” I whimpered.
She laughed again. “Shhh, pet. Don’t fuss or fidget. If you act like a baby I will have to treat you like one.” With this she picked up something that was on the floor next to her chair. It was a baby bottle filled with formula. Holding it up and rocking it gently as one would to show it to an infant, she purred, “This was meant to be a dinner date, after all. If you can’t be a man, I will make you suck your dinner through a nipple.”
She was trying to humiliate me, and it was working, in large part because she was also massively turning me on. She is so goddamn sexy. I could picture myself curled up in her lap, the smooth skin of her thighs supporting my ass, the lush pillow of her breasts cradling my cheek, sucking on the bottle as she held it to my mouth, cooing soft encouragement. The image flooded into my mind involuntarily, and my whole body responded. My nipples became hard. My heart pounded. My cock became even stiffer, which hadn’t seemed possible. A moan of mixed shame and yearning escaped my lips.
She smiled broadly, in satisfaction rather than surprise. She saw everything that was happening inside of me and had expected it all. A gleam of triumph lit her exquisite eyes that made her even more irresistible.
“We’ll see what will go in your mouth later,” she declared, putting the bottle back on the floor. “Come lay across my knees meanwhile and receive your punishment.” She uncrossed her gorgeous legs and patted her lap, summoning me.
“Punishment!?” I blurted, finding my voice despite the mist of arousal fogging my brain.
“Of course,” she beamed, smiling flirtatiously. “You’ve been a bad boy and must learn your place.”
“I’ve never been spanked in my life,” I protested.
“Well, you know what they say…” she drawled, “there’s a first time for everything, pet. In your case I would say it is high time.”
“How will you make me?” I asked, unable to conceal a tremor of fear. “Will you hypnotize me again?”
She chuckled at this. “No, silly. I could if I wanted to, but I won’t have to. You are going to surrender to Me willingly.”
“That’s nuts.” It was a brave statement, but my tone lacked conviction.
“Hardly,” she said. “You gave in to your fear and insecurity and skipped our dinner date because W/we hadn’t seen each other for a few days. But now that you are here with Me you won’t be able to bear walking out My door. You want Me too much. You need to know what I will make You feel…”
She patted her lap again. I began to tremble all over. After a minute of hesitation, I staggered silently forward. Half disbelieving my own actions, I lay down across her lap so that my ass stuck in the air.
“Bad boy!” she yelled, bringing the flat of her palm down, smack! My ass became a swollen mound of pain.
“Aaargh!” I screamed. Smack! Smack! Smack!
I bucked and squirmed. “Shhhh, pet,” she ordered. “Don’t be such a brat! Take your punishment like a good slut!”
The spanking seemed to go on forever. The pain was horrific. I howled and pleaded. But my cock stayed hard the whole time. I was in agony and doubly ashamed (ashamed of submitting to her abuse, ashamed of being such a wimp about it), but I was also turned on like I had never been before in my life.
“Do you want it to stop?” she finally asked.
“Yes! Oh, please yes, stop!” I cried.
“Then call Me ‘Mistress’,” she commanded.
“What?” I babbled.
Smack! She slapped me with double force, making me issue a high pitch scream like a tea kettle. “Call Me ‘Mistress!’” she repeated. “Say, ‘Mistress, please stop.’”
“Mistress, please stop!” I pleaded. When she finally stopped I collapsed like a rag doll across her lap, exhausted.
“Enough fun,” she declared. “Get up, shitrag.”
I began to move, but she slapped me back into place, making me shudder and grunt in agony.
“When I give you an order, you say, ‘Yes, Mistress!’” she instructed.
“Yes, Mistress!” I repeated obediently.
I pushed against the side of the chair and pressed my toes against the floor to rise from her lap, but as I did so the muscles of her thighs closed around my rigid cock and squeezed, pulling me back down.
“What’s the matter, slug?” she demanded. “Do as I say! Get up!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. But when I tried to rise she again clamped her thighs around my cock and pulled me back down.
“Why won’t you move, fucktard?” she goaded, her sexy voice dripping with teasing sarcasm. By now my cock and balls were afire with pleasure, and as she pulled me down again with her gorgeous thighs, I could feel my insides turning to molten rapture.
“Oooooooh….” was the only reply I could summon to her teasing command.
She continued to goad me. At first I wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to obey, but eventually I surrendered to the temptation and simply pumped my hips in time with her thighs, willing myself to explode. I knew I had become a disgusting animal, but I couldn’t stop myself. The feeling of being in her power was too delicious.
As I was about to burst, she clenched her thighs around my cock and stopped my motion. I wriggled and flailed, trying to push myself the last step toward catharsis, but she had complete control.
“Uhhhhh….” I groaned, unable to form words but trying to make her understand how much I needed to release.
She knew what I wanted without being told. “Beg Me, slut!” she commanded.
“P…p…please, Mistress!” I begged.
“Please, what? Say it, shitrag!”
“P….p…please make me cum, Mistress!”
A long, slender finger plunged into my ass and up my rectum. For a moment I felt probed and violated, but in the same instant I realized that I had just been given what I’d begged for. My world exploded in hot ecstasy.
I had never experienced an orgasm like it in my life. My body bucked and quivered for a full minute before the torrent of semen stopped spraying from my cock. I could hear her satisfied laughter as I drooped over her knees again, spent.
She released my cock from between her thighs and shoved me roughly, rolling me to the floor. I lay on my back and looked up at the ceiling, my mind a blur. “Clean your mess!” she directed, pointing to her shoes. I turned my head and saw that her shoes were covered in a web of sticky white goo. She had milked my cock with expert aim.
“Yes, Mistress!” I assented, without giving it a second thought or offering a moment of resistance. Rising to my hands and knees, I set to work licking my cum off of her stilettos.
“That’s a good pet,” she observed with satisfaction. “That’s a good cumlicking slut.”
When she was satisfied, she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up onto my knees, facing her. “You’ve had your dinner,” she declared, “let’s seeing what we can find you for dessert.”
She pulled down the fabric of her brassiere off of her left tit with one hand, and drew me forward with the other. “Suck on this,” she ordered, putting her nipple in my mouth. I sucked greedily, my cock stiffening again despite how thoroughly my balls had just been drained. I made soft mewling sounds of satisfaction as my mouth worked, and she could feel my hot tears of shame and joy on her tits.
“Shhh….shhh…it’s all over now, pet,” she cooed. “You’re Mine now…”
The End
