I watched them set the bed for their massage and then I went to take my bath while they set their things, weird how luxurious this house really is, the showers worked in a sci-fi kind of way, so sophisticated.
The tubes were like a jacuzzi, the walls were so shiny I could see myself in all of them,then a mini closet for all kinds of body lotions, damn I would be so fresh with all this.
All this are so expensive, body scrub, glow oil and other classy things I imagine people do, when they live in a golden castle, I take my bath while observing the little things in the bathroom, the space which the jacuzzi sat was same size as my bathroom
Oh well, things taste, feel and look different when you are rich, I dried my body with the warm towel I found and then walked up to the masseur in the living room, they were no longer there, where could they be?
“ color guy!!, country guy!” I tell
“ over here” I hear one of them call out, and I follow the line of their voices, I haven’t explored the house yet, its pretty big to explore in one day, and I might as well spend half of my day observing the foreign items in here
Dressed in only towels and nothing more, I held onto it, slowly following the scent of lavender oil, and warmth, till I got to a place, a replica of Eden. How did Sinclair miss the place in her tour?
She showed me the rooms and kitchen, nothing more, “ hey martins!” I hear one of them say, but I couldn’t comprehend anything now, I was stuck between drooling and drooling.
Either way, I would be stunned by the views, I could hear birds, I don’t know if they are animated or not, but either way it’s beautiful, the garden was beautiful, filled with all kinds of colors and to top it up, I saw flowers that were as beautiful as the sun, making my eyes water slightly,
I bless the day Sinclair sent me an email, she is the right one for me, my body shivered slightly as I took a step forward, what could be more beautiful than this?, the French dudes were just meters away, and they pointed the bed like they were archangels leading me to the heavenly gates
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The massage was soothing way too soothing, and I slept half way through, my body feels so refined, and I could thank them all day but it was time to leave, and I couldn’t beg them to stay even I If I wanted to, their hands were tender and feminine to an extent and I loved it.
They left and I decided to stay in the replica of Eden for a while, with I took a sip from my wine glass, it’s gets boring, true, but it’s better than nothing, I miss my social media account already Sinclair needed to Get me a new one at least the contract clearly states she should do everything for me .
I didn’t get the chance to read i it anyway, now I think I should, Sinclair shouldn’t have the power over my life, and I hope I didn’t just sign my right to life just for a couple buck, I need to read it, asap, as my heart had began to beat really fast.
Standing from the bamboo rocking chair, my body was reluctant but my conscience wouldn't dare let me rest, as I imagined a dark skinned woman in a closet, and a horn on her head, red pupils and a thorny black whip.
Queen of Hell
Where’s could the papers be?, where do rich people keep all their paperwork?
Library
That’s where books are kept right?, is there one here?, even if there is I wouldn’t know in a house built like a fucking castle, how does she deal with boredom in a place like this?, she has friends who should be wealthy, I bet I am the only low life she had come in contact with in her lifestyle.
Walking around the castle-like house, the only differences were the limited use of stairs, I was mostly glass and marbles but if it were bricks I bet there would be a long chain of stairs everywhere, and I can’t deal with that.
Walking around the house with a towel around my waist in search of a big hall filled with books, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, found it after coming in contact with a painting room, and then a movie room, weird enough I think Sinclair manufactures her arts in her house.
It wasn’t as big as I imagined, but it was a fuckin big hall with lots of knowledgeably books I wasn’t so I interested in, I came for a single file which I found on a wooden desk, weird enough they were hips of several submissive files as well.
With photos in it, they were all photos of men she must have tortured into being her sex slave, and there was mine, my pictures was in it too, when did she get that?, well it’s Sinclair and she’s a rich mother fucker, she must have access to things I didn’t even know exist .
I read through the files, was never a fan of reading but, the first rules stupified my senses, I can’t even mastubarbate without her finding out, like what the fuck, she owns my orgasm, every climax, every pleasure
I had sold my libido to her without knowing, she clearly has the right to stop me from every sexual pleasure, how did I not read that?, I can’t have sex with another lady kiss or flirt, that’s kills my adventurous senses
I still want to know if I got that bad boy charm on the ladies, they were all compiled series of bad stuff I had gotten myself into, but as always the honey was right there in the middle, were my fantasies comes to reality
I wasn’t kept captive, I could actually go out, but I must be back by six, not even a minute late, or I get punished by my mistress,