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“Your pushing my patience here, Bella.” Sulley the store manager said as she scurried into the store a couple of minutes late for her shift.
On the surface, [Bella]( had the facade of a normal middle-class girl-next-door. At the tender age of 22, she had gorgeous blonde hair that flowed to just above the middle of her back. An amazing vegan powered body that featured perky B cup breasts, a perfectly sculpted bubble butt thanks to her steadfast devotion to the gym. And a confident and outgoing personality that seemed to appeal to everyone she encountered, be it man or woman. Little did any of them, or for that matter, those closest to her know, that underneath this carefully cultivated facade belied an insatiably lustful fiend with an especially high sex drive that had been constantly screaming for release ever since she lost her virginity when she was 16. “If people only knew,” she often wondered to herself with an almost perverse sense of pride.
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” she said as she made her way back to the employee breakroom to drop off her bag, and clock in. She ran into a 21-year-old coworker, Tracy, who adorned her usual nose ring, and blue streaks to go with her jet-black hair done up in a bun. She couldn’t help but admire what the plaid schoolgirl skirt Tracy was wearing did for her legs.
“How’d it go last night?” Bella asked with a knowing smirk.
Tracy laughed. “Oh trust me, babe, we’ll have plenty to talk about when we start closing. One thing I will tell you…he wasn’t lying about the piercing.”
Bella put her hands to her face. “Oh my God, really? I need details.”
“Yes, you do.” Tracy said with a smile.
Who’s closing with us tonight?” Bella asked as she stored her bag into a locker, and moved to the digital clock in.
Tracy rolled her eyes. “Ugh, unfortunately, Ethan. But don’t worry. I’ll make that little troll fold and hang while you and me get some girl time in the front. Or…I don’t know about you, but I’d be keen to have a bit of fun with him? What you reckon?”
Ethan was Sulley’s 19-year-old nephew who looked younger than he actually was. He was tall, slender, wore glasses, and though he wasn’t altogether bad looking with his dark shaggy hair and the peach fuzz he was desperately trying to grow out on his chin to look older, he was socially awkward to a point that made both Tracy and Bella cringe. But especially so when it came to interacting with women, which included his two attractive female coworkers. To his credit, he had tried on one occasion early on to converse with Bella. But so far as she could discern, he had made what should have been a simple, easy-going conversation much harder than it needed to be, and had just given up. Ever since then, neither she or Tracy could recall a time where he had muttered more than a sentence to them, or for that matter, made eye contact with them for any longer than a split second. At least not while they were looking. As Tracy had once put it, “he may as well get “hopeless virgin” tattooed on his forehead.”
Whenever the store was particularly slow, they had often made it a source of their entertainment to toy with Ethan by standing or leaning in provocative positions that accentuated their bodily assets or grinding against him in close quarters when they were folding or hanging clothes. His efforts to hide the bulge in his pants by refusing to face them with his body forward, or his sudden need to use the restroom, made them giggle with amusement. They had even created their own personal drinking game out of it once. If either one of them caught him looking at either themselves, or each other, the person who caught him was owed a drink when they went to the bar after work.
So far as Bella knew, Tracy did it because she got a cheap thrill out of torturing their very timid, and obviously sexually frustrated coworker. But Bella’s motives for partaking were entirely different. To be sure, she wasn’t attracted to Ethan in any way. But though she would never admit it out loud to Tracy, and especially not to Ethan himself. Something about Ethan’s timid innocence turned her on. Bella was an insatiable exhibitionist at heart. So much so that unbeknownst to anyone who knew her personally including Tracy, she had started an OnlyFans to make extra money, and sate her desire to express herself sexually for the entertainment of others. The very idea of countless men of all ages, or even women touching themselves to pictures of her in risqué lingerie, or videos of her masturbating had ruined more than a few pair of Bella’s panties. Flaunting herself in front of Ethan in person and watching him react was simply a cherry on top.
Bella pondered for a moment. “Let’s just see how busy it gets. But no matter what, I still wanna hear about your shag last night.”
The flow of customers was pretty steady for the next few hours. Bella worked the floor effectively while Tracy and Sulley worked the registers. Ethan had come in an hour after Bella, and was about as social as he ever was, making his way to the back inventory room to start stocking. It was a source of constant frustration for Sulley. “I sometimes wonder if we truly come from the same bloodline, or if that bloke wasn’t mixed up with another baby. He’s nothing like his father. Almost 20, and still not out of the pouch.”
Neither Bella nor Tracy had anything to offer Sulley beyond an impartial nod, which prompted Sulley to take his leave.
“I gotta go run a few errands. Think you girls can manage for a couple of hours?
“Oh I think we can handle it,” Bella said confidently.
Sulley nodded and made his way towards the back of the building where his car was parked. Tracy waited until he was well out of earshot before finally speaking up.
“Ugh, I thought he’d never leave.” Tracy said as she hopped on to sit on the checkout counter.
“Alright, so spill. What happened?” Bella said
“Right so, we called an uber. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, and you know how I get after I drink…one thing leads to another, and before I know it, I’m fishing his dick out of his pants. By then he was half hard, and decently sized too.”
Bella’s hands briefly go to her face. “In the back of an uber?!?”
“I know, I know. I’m a total slut, but I couldn’t help myself. I was impatient and had to see if he was telling the truth. And sure enough, there it was. This bloke had a bar piercing straight through the head of his cock.” Tracy said laughing.
Bella laughed along with her and felt her panties getting wetter. “That’s so hot! Do you think the uber driver noticed?”
”…Yes! I mean not that either of us really cared. I caught him looking through the rearview mirror a couple of times, especially when I had this guy moaning, but that only made it hotter. Plus, I wanted to keep him warm until we got back to his place…” Tracy said with a mischievous smile.
“And then…?” Bella asked with anxious anticipation.
“And then I wanted him to last, so I went down on him the second we closed the door behind us. Plus, I wanted to know how he would feel in my mouth with the bar in his dick and all. Glad I did too, cuz he didn’t last two minutes before he was shooting ropes down the back of my throat. And oddly enough, the bar seemed to make it easier to breath when I deepthroated him.”
Bella could feel her heart rate going up with her arousal. “And what happened then?”
Tracy’s began to fan her face. “Then…I told him to use my holes in any way he saw fit, and baby he didn’t disappoint. He turned my holes into his own personal fuck sleeves. He slapped my face, choked me, slammed me against the wall. We fucked in missionary, doggystyle, Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, you name it. He was a fucking machine, Bella. You would’ve loved it. Even when I came into work today, his cum was still leaking down…”
Tracy looked past Bella and rolled her eyes when she noticed Ethan standing there. Bella turned to see what she was looking at.
“How long have you been standing there, Ethan?” Bella asked as she was still hot from Tracy’s latest sexual confession.
“Clearly, long enough.” Tracy said as she busted out laughing while staring downwards and noticing a bulge an Ethan’s pants. His face turned beet red, and he started to walk away.
What an opportunity, Bella wondered to herself. “Hey Ethan!” Bella shouted before going in to kiss Tracy, taking even her by surprise. Ethan quickly turned back, and his jaw dropped at the sight of Bella kissing Tracy slowly and passionately. Their tongues began dancing around in each other’s mouth and they both moaned. The kissing continued for a few more seconds before Bella pulled back, nibbling on Tracy’s lower lip on her way out.
“Fuck, Bella, I forgot what a good kisser you are. Where did that come from?” Tracy asked with heightened breathing and in a clear state of arousal.
The two of them had made out before but only once when they were inebriated at a bar after work and had a mind to entertain the men around them in a social setting.
“You said earlier that you were keen to have a bit of fun with Ethan,” Bella whispered. Why not have a bit of fun with each other in the process? I wouldn’t mind kissing your other lips for a taste of what you had last night,” Bella said as she seductively bit her lower lip and quickly gazed at Tracy’s crotch.
Tracy was even more aroused by Bella’s suggestion as she was by her spontaneous kiss. “Fuck, you’re getting me so wet right now. But we’re still open. What if somebody comes in?”
“What if they do?” Bella said with a mischievous smile. “You gave a guy a handjob in the back of an uber last night, so you can’t tell me the risk of getting caught while being a bit naughty doesn’t make you wetter down here,” Bella said has she lightly stroked Tracy’s slit through her panties and making her moan. “Look at you. Your panties are already soaked, you little slut.”
Tracy turned to look at Ethan who was clearly as intrigued as she was at what might transpire. “What about him?”
Bella turned to look at Ethan before turning back to smile at Tracy. “Him? Don’t worry about him, Love. I’ll make sure he’s on the level.”
Bella strutted slowly over to Ethan. His jaw was still dropped while watching Bella and Tracy make out, and he seemed to be stuck a in a kind of trance. With every step she drew closer he could feel his heart rate increase, his body get more tense, and his cock growing stiffer in his pants. She stopped in close enough proximity that he could smell her spicy floral perfume coupled with her natural scent. A scent that combined to absolutely intoxicate his senses. She smiled while she gently pushed his lower chin upwards, prompting him to close his mouth. She stared up at him seductively while she lightly stroked his arm, giving him goosebumps. “What about it, Ethan? Think you could keep one eye on the door…and one eye on me and Tracy while we have a bit of fun? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”
Ethan was frozen by Bella’s seductive spell. In that moment, she could’ve told him to walk into oncoming traffic and he would have done it without a conscious wondered. The mere look of how helpless he appeared to be made her giggle. “Nod your head, and say yes,” she said as she stroked his face with the back of her hand.
A few more seconds went by with no movement or response from Ethan. “Say it, Ethan!” Bella said with a slightly more authoritive tone.
Ethan finally snapped out of his trance “Yes,” he said as he nodded rapidly.
Bella pulled him down by the back of his neck to where they were face to face and close enough to where he could feel her spearmint and vanilla flavored breath on his lips. “Good boy,” she said while smirking and taking alternating looks between his eyes and lips before releasing him. Bella then turned her attention back to Tracy, making sure to sway her hips enough to give Ethan a memorable view of her ass as she walked away.
Tracy sat there in sheer amazement as Bella walked back towards her with a smirk. “I don’t think I ever realized how dangerous you are once you hit a certain level of horny. For a second there, I actually thought you were going to kiss him.”
Bella turned to look back to look at Ethan. “I thought about it,” she said in a voice level just above a whisper as she turned back and lowered herself to Tracy’s skirt level. “But I got the feeling if I touched him anymore than I already was, the poor guy was gonna explode in his pants,” she said before biting her lower lip and lifting Tracy’s skirt without breaking eye contact.
Bella’s smile widened as she slowly pulled Tracy’s already drenched panties off. Tracy’s breathing picked up in anticipation as Bella softly kissed and licked up her thighs. She knew there wouldn’t be much time for foreplay but wanted to do the minimum before she dived right into the prize. She moved methodically upwards, alternating between both thighs before arriving at the creases between where her thighs met her groin. Bella teased a little more by licking up both creases, and lightly blowing on the areas she had just licked while she admired Tracy’s cute little jet-black landing strip. Tracy’s swollen little slit oozed in anticipation as Bella flattened her tongue and slowly licked from her taint all the way up to her clit. “Oh fuck,” Tracy shouted before putting her hand over her mouth to keep the noise from her moans to a minimum.
Bella used her fingers to lubricate and circle Tracy’s swollen clit while she teased her folds with her tongue. Tracy’s moans were almost constant, and it was making Bella so wet. So much so, that she couldn’t help but reach into her own panties to play with her clit. Few things turned her on more than having her mouth between the legs of another person, be it a guy or a girl. More often than not, it was a guy so she was gonna savor this moment as long as she could. The only noise outside of Tracy’s moans were the store music playing on low volume and Ethan’s mouth breathing. She took a moment to glance over and saw Ethan with his hand in his pants stroking himself.
“I’m glad you’re entertained, Ethan. But I hope you’re taking notes” Bella cooed as she continued experimenting with her tongue all through Tracy’s folds.
“Oh yes, oh yes, God it feels so fucking good. Oh fuck!” Tracy muttered as Bella’s skillful tongue brought her closer and closer to the edge.
“I can taste that guy and you mixed together, and it’s getting me so fucking hot…It’s getting me even hotter thinking about him mercilessly pounding this tight little pussy all night in so many different positions…Are you ready to cum for me, baby,” Bella said as she darted deeply up the slit on her way to Tracy’s clit.
Oh yes! Yes,” were the only words Tracy could muster on her way to orgasmic euphoria.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby. Beg me. Beg me to make you cum!”
“Oh make me cum, Bella. Please fucking make me cum! Oh God!
Bella pushed her fingers in and out of Tracy’s soaked pussy, gradually increasing speed while she took her clit in her mouth and started gently alternating between circling it with her tongue and lightly sucking it. Seconds later Tracy shouted, “Oh my fucking God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Oh Fuck!” Tracy’s legs began trembling, the walls of her vagina gripped Bella’s fingers and Tracy explosively squirted. Bella placed her mouth where Tracy was squirting from, swallowing every bit of the sweet nectar that she could take whilst turning her fingers upwards to hit Tracy’s G spot and amplifying her orgasm. Tracy’s eyes rolled back, “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh my fucking fuuuuuucccckkkk!” Tracy screamed as her orgasm peaked.
Moments later, as Tracy’s orgasm started to wane, Bella licked and slurped up any residual juices that came out of her before gently kissing her folds one last time. The area around Bella’s mouth was covered in Tracy’s juices as she rose up. She leaned in and passionately kissed Tracy to let her taste herself while she was still breathing heavily and coming down. Tracy reciprocated the kiss as best she could as she was still in orgasm aftershock.
“You tasted amazing! What did you think?” Bella said as she pulled away from the kiss.
“I think…”Tracy said in between panting. “I think…you might’ve just made me a lesbian,” Tracy said as she giggled. “I mean…holy fuck, Bella. I’ve never orgasmed so hard in my life.”
“You should see what I can do with a dick,” Bella said, speaking loud enough for Ethan to hear while beamed with pride. She thoroughly enjoyed teasing him.
“Oh I believe it,” Tracy said giggling again. At that moment, the front door opened, scaring the hell out of Bella and Tracy. “Quick, use the inside of my skirt to wipe your mouth off,” Tracy said frantically. Bella quickly took her advice.
“Fuck, I gotta go to the restroom,” Bella said, cursing customer’s untimely entrance.
“I just need a couple of minutes and then I can cover for you.” Tracy said as she hopped of the counter nearly losing her balance on profile of her legs still being shaky. Bella giggled but made sure she was stable before she turned around to make her way towards the door. Luckily, it was a mother with a baby stroller, so there was little chance that she heard or saw anything as she had been using her back to open the door and focused the rest of her attention on pulling her stroller through the doorway without incident. Bella arrived just in time to grab and hold the door for her.
Fortunately for Bella, the customer only wanted to window shop. She signaled Tracy before quickly making her way to the back where the restrooms were with the goal of relieving herself in more methods than one. The first stall was closed and had an “Out of Order” sign posted to the door. Bella raced to the last stall, latched the door, lowered her panties, and started a much-needed pee. After about 30 seconds when her bladder was near emptied, she realized she needed to do a bit more than pee. Being vegan meant being regular. And that often meant pooping 2 or even 3 times a day. She relaxed and felt her asshole start to open. There were several big splashes over a span of roughly 45 seconds, and she was done. She started to reach for the toilet paper when she heard a vague groan. At first she was alarmed. So far as she knew, no one else was in the restroom. It couldn’t be the mother with the stroller. She would’ve brought the stroller in with her and made a lot more noise in the process. It couldn’t be Tracy because she was manning one of the registers in the…
Holy shit! It was Ethan! Who else could it be!?! It all made sense. Ethan typically volunteered to clean the restrooms to avoid social interaction. Was the toilet in the first stall really out of order? Was this a one-time thing where she in particular was the target, or had he been doing this awhile to perv on any unsuspecting women who came in to relieve themselves? On one hand she was outraged at the overt violation of her privacy. On the other, she was flattered, and even aroused at the idea that Ethan would go to these lengths to satisfy his urges at her expense. She couldn’t recall any previous occasion of them working together when a stall women’s restroom had been out-of-order, so for the moment at least, she would give Ethan the advantage of the doubt. She had questions she wanted answers to, but that would have to wait. First, she would need to confirm that it was in fact Ethan. She ceased any movement and listened more intently. Ethan was notorious for his mouth breathing so she hoped the acoustics of the restroom might give him away. But after almost a minute, there wasn’t a sound to be heard outside of her own racing heartbeat. Clearly, he was self-aware enough to know that his small indiscrete groan might’ve given him away.
So she needed a way to make Ethan feel as though he had gotten away with it. After thinking about it a few seconds, she realized that she already had a solution. She had been so focused on pleasuring Tracy that she had never gotten the time to finish herself before the mother with the stroller had come in. And if Ethan wanted a show, she would give him one.
She started by using the fingers of one hand for her already soaked slit, and the other to run circles around her clit. What a thrill this was! She moaned not only at what she was doing with her own hands, but at the wondered of what Ethan might be quietly doing with his own. It didn’t take her long to reach orgasm, especially knowing that she had an audience. After taking a couple more minutes to come down from her own self-induced orgasm, she pulled toilet paper several times to wipe her ass and clean her soaked pussy. The toilet roared with a flush, and she made her way to the sinks to wash her hands while glancing at the reflection of the first stall through the mirror. She dried her hands with paper towels and made her exit.
Ten minutes later, the women’s restroom door opened for a second time and Ethan cautiously made his way out. He followed the corridor the short distance to the main floor.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
Ethan froze in his tracks and felt all the blood rush from his face and his knees go wobbly from being lightheaded with fear, knowing he’d been caught. He slowly turned to face the source of where the voice had come from. Bella had patiently waited outside of the entrance to the corridor immediately to the side where clothes were hung on the wall.
Making eye contact with her was near impossible even under the best of circumstances. But the split second he made eye contact with her now fueled his anxiety to a level that he had never before experienced. She slowly walked towards him with a faceless expression regarding him up and down. He backed up with her every step, but soon felt himself bump into a table covered with folded polo shirts. He was now as helpless as a fly in a web, with the spider slowly approaching to wrap him up and finish him off. She was soon close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body, and her breath. He wanted to say something, but as usual, couldn’t discover the words.
“Oh Ethan… I wonder what Uncle Sulley will do when I tell him his nephew is a filthy little pervert who likes to peep on women relieving themselves in the restroom?” Bella calmly said while her eyes explored his every reaction. On the inside, she was on cloud nine. He was puddy in her hands most of the time, but the power she had over him now was on another level and she was reveling in every second of it. But she wanted answers and was determined to keep a straight face to get them. She was about to speak again until Ethan beat her to the punch.
“P…pplease don’t tell him,” Ethan managed to mutter out, much to his and Bella’s own amazement.
Bella couldn’t help but smirk. “Well, look at that. A full sentence. I’m going to ask you a question…” Bella said as her hand grazed his arm, making him gasp and his arms grow goose bumps. ”…if you try to lie to me, or not give me a direct answer. Believe me when I tell you that I’ll know. And I’ll call your Uncle right now and tell him everything. I think it goes without saying that you’ll lose your job, and maybe even face time in prison. Do you find out?
Ethan could only manage a nod.
“Good boy. How long have you been perving on women in the restroom here?” Bella asked.
“Yy…you’re the first?” Ethan stammered.
Though she continued to keep a straight face, on the inside, she felt a mixed feeling of relief and arousal. Nothing about his body language or the look in his eyes gave her reason to believe he was being dishonest, and it was the answer she was hoping for. Peeping on her while she relieved herself was one thing. But had Ethan admitted that he habitually peeped on various other women without their consent, it would’ve crossed a line with her, and she would’ve told his Uncle without a second wondered or a modicum of guilt.
But Ethan didn’t need to know that. For the first time in their short history of knowing each other, Ethan had something to offer her that none of bad boys that Bella typically hooked up with could. Unprecedented control that gave her an opportunity to explore the sexual genre she had only ever read and fantasized about known as Femdom. And a newer, more invigorating means of channeling her desires of exhibition. An awkward silence ensued that for Ethan seemed like an eternity.
“Are…Are you gonna tell my Uncle?” Ethan asked despite being terrified of what the answer might be.
Bella was in no rush to give an answer. Part of her enjoyed watching him sweat for a few more seconds before responding. “The answer to that, dear Ethan, depends entirely on you.”
Ethan’s confusion was made evident by the expression on his face and made Bella giggle. “How?’ Ethan asked in a tone more assertive than Bella was used to seeing from him.
“You know… on one hand, it took a pair of balls that I had no idea you possessed to violate my privacy the way you did,” Bella said as she traced her fingernails on Ethan’s shirt. “I can’t deny that a part of me wasn’t a bit… turned on by it,” she said as she took the one hand she was tracing with and exchanged it for the other. “But on the other hand, you did violate my privacy and I can’t very well allow that to go unpunished, now can I?”
“Do you want money?” Ethan asked.
Bella giggled a bit before resuming her straight face. ” You owe it to me to make amends, Ethan, but I don’t want your money.”
“Wwhat do you want?” Ethan asked wondering what a broke nobody like himself could possibly offer outside of his measly paycheck.
She again took her time before responding, further reveling in the obvious anxiety he was experiencing in anticipation of an unknown demand that he could never be sure he could deliver on. “I want your submission,” Bella said bluntly as she rubbed her hand on Ethan’s thigh.
Ethan’s anxiety quickly turned to bewilderment. “What..what does that mean?” He asked.
“How long would you say I was in the restroom? 4? Maybe 5 minutes?” Bella asked.
Ethan was at a loss for words, and even more bewildered than before. What does the length of time she was in the restroom have to do with anything, he wondered to himself. He wouldn’t have long to wait for his answer.
“I’m gonna be a benevolent Mistress, and say 4 minutes. 4 minutes equals to 4 months. That’s 4 months of your total submission and commitment to being my slave. On call whenever I deem it necessary. That means if I call you at 2 in the morning to bring me a vegan burrito, you will do it without question. If we’re having a bit of downtime at work and I want you to bring me to orgasm by licking my pussy, you will do it without question,” she said matter of factly.
“4 months?!?” Ethan asked in shock.
“Yes, 4 months. To me that’s a fair punishment for your flagrant disregard for my personal privacy. Now, if you don’t agree…we can always forget about the whole thing, and I can just tell your Uncle what a nasty little pervert you are. The choice is yours. And because I’m feeling especially generous, I’ll give you until the beginning of tomorrow’s shift to make a decision” Bella said, confident that she wouldn’t be waiting that long, as he would soon reason that her offer was the only sensible course of action.
Ethan was overwhelmed by a mixed feeling of arousal and intense anger. He took a few seconds desperately trying to think of a way out of Bella’s web, but try as he might, there was no way out. If he turned her down, he risked potential imprisonment, and shame from within his own family that he might never live down. If he accepted her offer, he would be firmly wrapped in her web for the next 4 months, and maybe even longer should she choose it.
“Help needed at the front register. Repeat, help needed at the front register,” Tracy’s voice bellowed over the store’s intercom. Bella smirked at Ethan before moving around the table to make her way to the front.
“What would I need to do?” he asked indignantly, resigned to his fate.
Bella quickly stopped in her tracks. She had expected him to capitulate quickly but experiencing it firsthand was even more exhilarating than she had imagined it would be. She turned around with a smirk on her face. “Open your phone, and give it to me,” she said with an authoritive tone. Ethan quickly complied by reaching into his pocket and walking to her to hand it over. She rapidly typed into it before quickly handing it back to him. “We’ll get into that tomorrow when you officially become mine for the next four months. For now, just enjoy what little freedom you have left,” she said with a smile before turning to resume her walk towards the front of the store.
Ethan watched her until she disappeared behind the forest of clothing racks permeating the floor of the store. He then looked at his phone to discover that a new contact had been entered as “Mistress Bella.” What a way to finally get a girl’s number he wondered to himself. Prior to today, Bella had reminded him of girls who had attended his church back home. She had been hard-working, sweet, and innocent in the previous months they had known each other. Yet in the last hour, she had shown she had a dark side that exhibited a level of cruelty, vindictiveness, and promiscuousness that he never imagined her capable of.
So far as Bella could tell, she wasn’t walking to the front, she was floating. Her mind was awash with all sorts of depraved ideas of what she could do to train her new slave. In her mind, the new dynamic to their relationship wouldn’t be entirely one-sided. At worst, she would provide Ethan with the intimacy with a female he so desperately craved, coupled with sexual release that for once in his life wasn’t contingent on the use of his own hand. At best, the experience might finally coax Ethan out of his seemingly impregnable shell composed of fear and self-doubt. But Ethan didn’t need to know that. In the very near future, his one and only concern would be the happiness of his new Mistress.
NSFW: yes
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