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Chapter 4 by Teyla Teyla

What's next?

Butler

The building was vast and imposing. She turned to me in the lobby.

  • Teyla, here you must obey everyone. You will follow Alban, my butler. He will instruct you and give you instructions. Alban belongs to you, she must be perfect for his service.

Alban smiled with a look in my direction that made me shudder.

  • Yes, madam, follow me, miss.

He led me through the maze, giving me instructions.

  • My dear, when you follow your current dominant, you must follow him at least two steps behind him. When he stops for more than a minute, you must assume a submissive position and obey the slightest order without hesitation.

We arrived at the kitchen, which was deserted at this hour. He began to prepare a tray with a cocktail and some appetizers.

  • Since madam wasn't hungry, I made her a lunch. While I waited for her to finish, I leaned against the table with my legs spread. I obeyed as he finished preparing the maids.

When he finished, he positioned himself behind me and lifted my skirt.

  • Madame orders that the agency's maids be accessible at all times.

He slapped my buttocks, which made them deliciously hot. I moaned pleasantly. He ripped off my panties and penetrated me in a hussar-style manner, something I loved to endure.

He was vigorous and brutal, slapping my buttocks in time with this thorough ****. I was thoroughly fucked in an almost professional manner.

With a grunt, he ejaculated inside me and deposited a stream of sperm that ran down my thigh.

  • Let that trickle of sperm flow down my thigh. Madam likes to see these "sex dolls" being used in her home.

He bound my ankles with leather bracelets with a chain between them, restricting my movements to small steps, and placed a ball gag over my mouth.

  • Madam doesn't care about your moods, shut up and obey.

He slapped me on the buttocks, turned me around, placed the tray in my hands,

  • Go and take this to Madam, she's waiting for you, don't waste any time.

He slapped my buttocks, I had to catch the tray before it fell over and had to go where he was directing me, taking small steps, hampered by the chains that rattled the whole way.

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