Chapter 15 by Propman
what does she have in mind?
Take over
"Nice house you have. Or rather you had.", the ghetto mama lies on your bed, lazily reaching for her clit. "I now take over, bitch." She laughs again.
She browses through your wardrobe with disgust.
"Fuck, what is this, what are you wearing, bitch" and finally she settles on tight jeans and your favorite T-shirt. Both are too tight on her, but she doesn't seem to mind.
"You will now serve me, sucka!", she kicks you when are you still tied. "Understood, Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Morgan."
"Good. Lick my feet."
You crawl to her bare feet, and begin to sucking on her toes, and she closes her eyes. As you lick one of her soles, she puts another foot on your neck.
"Hahahaaaaaa", that cruel woman laughs again.
You finish licking them, and she in reward kicks you in your chest.
"Fuck, you are gonna be a lousy slave!", she screeches. "I mean, seriously! Why I always have to put up with fucking bitches like you", she gesticulates, as she walks across your (or hers?) bedroom.
"Get up, you have to buy me some shit!"
"Erm..." You show her your ties.
"Fuck! Do I have to remember everything? Who the hell you think I am?"
She unties you, and gets a phone. She orders some fetish gear. On your account

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