Tell her you are ready

You look at her, admiring your Mistress. A strong and mighty woman who can be tender… but only after she fuck your brain out. And you like it.

-Mms Mmftrs… - you moan, and she smiles, takes the handles of trolley and drives you to your new life.

Well, this life starts with a Walk of shame. Cause when Becky drives you from the little room to the big warehouse, you see dozens of men and women in blue uniform, waiting for you there.

They look at you yearningly, and you can easily read their eyes.

“Now that’s a slut” - eyes of 50 y.o man tell.

“What a pity Ron didn’t tell me about her. I could pay a visit to this whore…” - that’s what his bearded colleague thinks.

“How I wish to be at her place...” - tells the look of a young woman.

These thoughts feel like strangers’ hands on your naked body, grabbing you brusquely, making you feel… good. They envy Becky, and you feel proud of it.

-Taking your belongings with you, Beck? - smiles a handsome man in a white shirt under his uniform.

-Yeah, Dave. You know, only the most necessary ones, - answers Becky, making you blush. - Take care, guys, and don’t forget to wrap all products appropriately tight!

Accompanied by worker’s laughter, you leave the hypermarket through employees' entrance… but there’s no van or other car waiting for you there.

-You know, Peach, I decided to take a walk to my home. We haven’t ever walk together, and I thought that would be nice.

A walk? Through the whole city? But it’s not the same as riding through warehouse with several workers…

You moan in protest, but Becky puts her hand on her mouth.

-Shhh, little one. Keep in mind, this is your punishment. But I know how to entertain you during it…

And she turns on your vibro-egg, turning this whole ride into a series of humiliating, dirty, wonderful climaxes in full view of everyone in this city.

Becky drives the trolley with you on it along the streets, walkways and crosswalks. Pedestrians gaze at you, look away, spit on you and ask Betty to sell you - and you just moan from the shame and pleasure.

And while relaxing between climaxes, you remember how you walked here several days ago, bound and gagged, in desperate search of someone to enslave you. And now look at you - totally naked, totally bound, totally happy.

But when a policeman stops you, for several moments you feel insecure again. How will Becky explain this situation to him? Yeah, you are her slave, but people can’t own women in real life, like, legally speaking.

But Becky doesn’t look confused. “She is my lover. My girlfriend. And that’s how we love to play” - she tells easy, and you just nod, confirming her words. May be the policeman ordered Becky some fine, but you missed it, taken away by the next wave of climax. A girlfriend… she called me her girlfriend…

And that’s who you are for her from that day.

You spend a week or so just making love in every possible way. She bounds, tapes, whips... you lick, suck, moan… and you both kiss, fuck and watch Netflix after. If there is a heaven on Earth, it’s located in a little flat on Hamilton avenue.

And what about the job? Becky didn’t get one - she opened her own little neighbourhood store instead. She manages it, and sales are up. And you are helping her in store… and in it’s little and dark storeroom. Because during her lunch break Becky loves to come there and enjoy her juicy, tasty, sweet Peach.

THE END

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