Slowly, I began climbing the stairs, and - as I did - I considered the severity of what I was about to do.
On the one hand, I knew full well that this was behavior unbecoming of a professional landlady. I was completely aware that if I did enter his room, I was violating his privacy, potentially inflicting immeasurable damage on my professional reputation.
I’m going to tell you about the day I taught George Hitchcock some manners.
But, first, you need to know about our shop.
The stocking on my left leg rolled down.
Putting my glass of wine on the ledge of the fireplace, I bent over, gently grasped the lacy top of the black hold-up, and pulled it higher over my thigh. Straight-away it started falling. Fighting the urge to scream, I once more adjusted the stocking.
When we discuss all of the things we can do to improve our mood, sex is often something that is overlooked. Yet, it shouldn't be. For sex can be just as beneficial to our emotional well-being as exercise, or a healthy diet.
Mistress paused once more. My heart thudded frenetically. If it beat any harder it would burst.
"I'm going to fuck you in the arse."
I knelt on the cold floor, awaiting her arrival. The unyielding floorboards bit into my kneecaps, coating them in pain. But this was how I'd been instructed to wait - I had no choice but to endure.