Fuck my waist hurts so much, what have you done to yourself martins, you should have known this lady was a fucking psycho. I have never fucked like this, and been this tired as well
But here I am, plummeting on my bed, after a successful hour of intense sex, with torture. Sinclair had let me go after I made her cum, and then she commanded me to move to my room after thanking her for my release more like worshiping her.
This frustrated me so much but from where I layer the view of my room was magnificent, with the play station well arranged, maybe I could hold on a little bit longer, just maybe besides it’s been a day, 364 days more to go.
I took a warm bath before drifting swiftly to Wonderland, where all I could think of was all kinds of sexual position and costume , and her behind me, fucking my butthole with a silicon dick, I don’t want to be ass fucked
At least not anytime soon,
Waking up to a beautiful day, it’s day 2 in the submissive world, and my lower back felt like a brick sat on it comfortably, I had tried stretching severally but it still doesn’t work, I deserve a massage for all the work
I lay like a chopped tree, thinking of ways to get out of bed without actually getting the hell out of bed when Sinclair walks in all bottled up in her office wear, her hair curled to perfection and her face powdered with grace
She walks in, without even looking at me, her eyes fixed on her phone, “ don’t be lazy” she says in a hush tone, making me glare at her, she’s way too dominant for a lady, and way to musculine for a wife.
“ what do you have me do Sinclair I am tied and my waist hurts from all the fuckin you had me do yesterday”
“ it’s my duty to keep you fit, is that all the discomfort you are facing if not, tell me, I would like to attend to them before existing the house “
“ yes” I said smirking, as I imagined her bending over to me give me a well oiled massage like a pro she should be.
“ ok”
She replies before walking out of my room, her heels clicking against the marble floor, this amuses me, as I imagine her just said she’s responsible for my health, and there she was swaying her round button like I hadn’t said anything.
Classic Sinclair, maybe she had other plans just maybe
I stand from my bed, after yours of mental practice , sluggishly walking towards the golden bathroom, and then brushing my teeth, if there’s one thing I don’t want to held for, is bad hygiene, I bet she might murder me if I skip my daily floss
I also need to get my Dick waxed for a good blow job, since that’s all I will be doing for a year, that’s boring, but just fine, I hear the elevator door chime slightly and I walk towards the living Room
Opened it, just to find two men, their hair felled to the back, they look French, “ hi, you must be martins” one of them said, and damn his scents is so fuckin sweet, and they look so feminine
“ yes I am martins, who the fuck are you”
“ Paris” he said. What the fuck , who names a French dude paris, my eyes moves to the next man standing close to the country named dude, “ indigo “ he said making me burst out in a heartfelt laughter.
They just stared at me and smiled, like they were programmed to, making me feel out of place, “ ok what are you here for?” The indigo guy clears his throat then maintains of fake smile which was obvious
“ we are here to give you a massage “ he said, his cheesy behavior is cliche now, “ did Sinclair tell you to smile always or you have a problem with maintain your normal face” I said, not minding the fact that I need their services asap, but I can’t have replicas of Barbie dolls
He face falls, “ now you look beautiful that way, my back hurts get to work” I say walking towards the majestic couch, which I feel so unclean to seat on, “ so you are the new submissive “
The country names dude said, making my heart skip slightly, “ yes”
“ wow, that’s nice, Sinclair is a nice woman all you could do is just be quiet at all times and you would be able to do just as she pleases for the year “ the way he speaks he must do closer to Sinclair
“ how long have you known her”
“ ten years now” he said, wow that’s a long time, “ is this how she treats her submissive, the massage food and you know..”
He looks at me and smiles, with his eyes squinted slightly, his loose t shirt and iron clothes, he’s just as relaxed as he would ever be, with pictures of palm trees and beaches on it, they both wore similar clothes which gives a calm vibes but they had too much carnal knowledge of Sinclair
And I bet they would help me out a lot
“ how many subs has she had before me?”
“ well quite a hard full, as they all tend to bridge the contract the first three months or less”
“ why?”
“ they can’t handle crazy”
Now I remember the look on her face when she said her lady submissive couldn’t handle crazy, she wasn’t so happy, how crazy did she get with them, making men run for their dear life
“ but I trust you martins you look strong and fucksble”. He said making me glare at him, “ you gay”
“ yes, and here’s my husband “ he said pointing at the color names guy, they look more like siblings than lovers, “ ok,