Brian lit a bit of Forest Dance, it was his sub Giovanna’s favorite incense and a deep, musky scent, like earth under an old oak spread over the playroom. Giovanna herself knelt on the floor, she was a pretty woman, a bit on the plump side with dark curls to her waist and large olive
Submissive slut and cruel sadistic Master who took her pain as his pleasure
He called her on the phone when he was on the way to her hotel room. “Are you ready for me, slut?” he asked, his voice steely and cold. Mira took a deep breath. She sat, completely naked, on the old and faded hotel comforter, waiting to meet her Master for the first time. “…Yes…