The Lesbian Mistress and Her Pet (Lesbian Roleplay, Domination Submission)

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© 2015 by, Tara Cummings

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rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without
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reviews. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or
dead, or business establishments, events or locals is coincidental.

Excerpt:

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Slowly I played the tip of my
fingers against her opening. My tongue flicked against her clit as my fingers
dipped inside her pussy. Her breathing sped up, I was doing it just as she liked.
I held my suckling kiss in position, thrusting my fingers in and out until she
reached down and patted my head in approval.

I pulled back. Her pussy was covered
in my saliva and her juices, slippery and wet and ready to cum for me. I wanted
to feel her fingers inside me, but I didn't dare ask, it wasn't my place.

A pet never made requests of
her mistress. I took what was offered and I took it graciously. I pushed my fingers
a little deeper as I slid my tongue around her clit with a girlish smile…

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The red velvet pillow sat by the
front door and every day at six o’clock sharp when my mistress would return
home, I would be kneeling on the velvet pillow waiting for her.

I would be completely naked with the
exception of the black collar around my neck and the chain that hung from it.
When my mistress stepped through the door, set down her purse, and took off her
coat she would greet me with a pat on the head before taking the end of the
chain and leading me upstairs after her. I always crawled after her unless we
were in public.

Things were different when we were in
public. I always had to wear my collar, after all it was part of my contractual
agreement with my mistress, but the chain could be removed. My mistress
reminded me with no more than a glance if I wandered too far from her side. I
knew far better than to do anything to disrespect the bond I had with her.

When my mistress returned home and
led me upstairs, she would strip out of her work clothes and I would run a bath
for her. While the warm water ran I would kneel beside the tub and wait for the
water to rise just enough to please her. Then I would turn it off and return to
my kneeling position.

My mistress would come in to the
bathroom stripped naked, but I would not be permitted to touch her and on occasion,
if instructed so, I wasn’t even allowed to look at her naked body while she got
in to the warm bath.