Tell Mistress

The loudest voice wins and I feel myself overcome with anger. How dare David masturbate to me, how dare he drag me away from my home to this twisted new world, if it wasn't for David then I wouldn't be in my former coworkers house wearing clothes she just had laying around and looking at a face in the mirror I barely recognized. Enraged I turn around and slap David hard enough to knock him over before yelling in a even more feminine voice "Mistress, David is masturbating!"

I hear a curse from her as she storms around the corner and seems to stop in her tracts while looking at me. She seems to hold her breath for a second as she all but devours me with her eyes. A trickle runs down her leg before she breaks from her stupor and slaps David hard on the ass. She drags him to the living room by his hair followed by a squelching sound that is cut off by the tv turning on. I head to the kitchen checking in the living room a large flat screen tv as most of it is blocked by her golden mane peaking above the black leather couch. The kitchen was impressive to say the least the tile floor and stone counter tops were rather empty and a new looking fridge and stove nestled among the counters. Opening the fridge I find a few leftovers, mostly vegetables, and a almost empty jug of milk and the freezer section was even more sparse consisting of just a a single pack of salsberry steak, the pantries where even worse somehow consisting of just a single half empty box of instant mashed potatoes.

Accepting there's nothing I can do I set to making dinner as meager as it may be. While waiting to the water heat up I contented myself to watch Mistress and the tv. Suddenly her she throws her head back and moans. My hand wanders to where my cock is hidden and I rub myself as images of me on my hands and knees bringing mistress to orgasm fills my mind. I shake my head and try to picture me forcing her down and fucking her but it quickly changes to that of me being pinned down as she rides me. The water starts to boil over breaking me from my fantasy and I manage to get it off the burner in the nick of time. When dinner is ready I call for Mistress.