Say She Loves Being a

Summer had already spent an entire day being worn down. There wasn't any fight left in her. She told the sadistic receptionist exactly what she wanted to hear. "I love being your ****," Summer said.
"Wow, already," Tara said. "You really are weak. I mean I thought there would be at least a little hesitation, but you couldn't give in fast enough. Well, now I know I can ask for something even worse next time."
Tara **** Summer into the passenger's seat. It was adjusted way to low for her, and she was practically crouching. "Close your eyes," Tara said. "You don't get to see where I live." The dominatrix drove for what felt like an eternity, then ordered Summer to fumble her way into a house.