Crazy how I owe her my life, weird enough but I don’t have to deal with her crazy, all the time, I could go out and chill then I am her fuck boy, by six o’clock till the next day five time a week and then here for the whole day during the weekends.
This can’t be that bad right?, well it’s a Monday, and I have four more days to cruise around town in any of her vehicles, I hope she got a fuckin limo, I am going clubbing, then I would visit every cool place I know.
Dropping my file close to the other sex slaves, weird to say I am slave with a little bit Of financial freedom , but I will take advantage of my time here, she had left for work already and I have couple of hours before I ask for some permission’s then maybe my tomorrow won’t be as bad as today
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According to the contract rules, we attend to our masters after a hectic day, and I had to prepare the dishes, classic house husband but I had to, I needed her to partake in my luxurious request, and she had promised to make me the happiest man If I please her.
I give her a body soothing massage after she had taken a bath, didn’t expect her to accept, but she did, stunning, I tried my best to make her comfy and soon she had dived into the world of winged carrots giving me all the time needed to relax for a gruesome night of hardcore sex.
Just as expected the night was wasted on bondage and spanking, wasn’t as tough as it was yesterday but it was worth it, as I tried my very best to follow the rules and also, please her as well, maybe I should have read her rules before having sex.
Rule 15 sub section 3 states she has the right to tell me what to dress in , how and when , and this lady probably took it to the top with the tree chucky custume, i was expecting the penny wise outfit but it was just basic sex, I guess hardcore are mostly in the weekends.
And also I get to call her what ever I please, NB not in the contract, but it wasn’t stated I call her anything else when she’s not spanking me, I only get to call her mistress when she fucks me and when she gives me orders and aside that I am free to call her a mother fucker
“ your royal highness, can I cruise around town with one of your vehicle, the house is quite bored for little fuck boy” I said grinning like a toad
She arches a brow at me, then scoffs I knew I had acted selfish by asking for more money, but what do you expect from a man who was presented with diamonds, “ is that a yes?” I asked in a persistent manners, she kept tapping on the screen of her phone, not acknowledging my presence.
“ and I also need to go shopping, you know I read the contract and I deserves to be babied” I said she smirks again, and I was stuck between leaving and smacking her phone down, but I can’t perform either as she literally owns my life.
“ can you hear me ma’am”
“ ok” she huffed slightly before standing up, that was a weird reply, but it was still worth it, I went back to my room, fantasizing about my first day out, in full glory, spending money I didn’t have to sweat for, nice!
The night wasn’t as short as I thought it was, as I couldn’t stop thinking of cuisine’s to eat, malls I would hopp in like fuckin dwane Johnson and beat those channels watches, like quavo I might as well start a podcast on how to leave large.
Oh Sinclair, she has made my dreams come through in so many ways, but just like a fraternity, I am not going to be the woman's man, to being the middleman with fat ass bitches on the side, sad but it’s still worth it.
I spent the night playing games when I had cut up with insomnia, and soon drifted off to sleep, by 5am in the morning, just to wake up in a quiet house void of human presence, Sinclair had left for work, and she left her credit card on the kitchen island, with her pin boldly written on a sheet of paper.
It must be one of her atm cards I knew that for sure, rich people have banks everywhere
Taking my bath I took a short trip to the garage there I found cars lined up, it looks like a fuckin car hanger out here, weird, how many cars does she drive in a day? I could see the porches,BMW’s , and the Benzs, all theses she had used for classic entries in any of her gala attendance.
choiceless on what vehicle to cruise in, my eyes met the famous Aston martins, my dream car, “ wow” this is just perfect, I ran my hands on every curves it’s a fuckin Aston’s martins why would anyone have this and let this baby seat here unattended?