A weekend

“I require a weekend ****, from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon. You will stay in my home and service me and my guests as I see fit.” She said.

Your cock got hard at the prospect of being her house boy.

“Service you?” You asked nervously.

“Yes, when my floor needs to be cleaned you clean it, when my pussy needs to be eaten you eat it, when I need to whip a **** you get whipped. When I need a good fuck I’ll fuck you. You’ll be my ****.” She said as she circled you.

“Your cock seems interested.” She said as she began to stroke it.

“It is you,” said as you creeped closer to the edge.

This is what you had dreamed about, licking her pussy, fucking her. The idea of being her personal **** had always been a dream but you couldn’t help but wonder what the catch was.

“Is that a yes?” She asked

“Please let me be your personal ****.” You begged. “I will not disappoint you.”

“Excellent, now today being Wednesday you’ll have a few days on your own, let’s see how you’ll spend them, and the remainder of our time together.” She said as she stood up and started to walk towards the white room door.

“Come,” she said as she snapped her fingers before turning around, “crawl” and she passed through the doorway.