“Open your eyes, Julia. Look at yourself. What do you see?”I didn’t recognize myse
“Open your eyes, Julia. Look at yourself. What do you see?”I didn’t recognize myself. This isn’t me. I don’t cake on make-up like this. And my hair is generally kept in a ponytail as I wear a loose sweatshirt and denim. Yet, here I was. Partially naked. I couldn’t say it. I was looking like,……..“I see a whore, Mrs. Peterson.”Fucking Candace Peterson! She got me to say it. To do this for her benefit. I watched her reflection in the mirror, moving toward me, then felt a gentle hand caress my right butt cheek.“And whose whore are you, Julia?” Oh holy fuck! I flexed a little, pushing my butt against her hand. All the while trying not to look at myself. You fucking predator, I’m not this. I am nobody’s……“I am your whore, Mrs. Peterson.”Her left hand now imitated the right, as she softly kneaded the flesh of my cheeks for a moment, smiling at me as I was definitely pushing myself into her hands. Her right hand left me to reach over and open the drawer of the sideboard, removing the next items of her despicable game. “And how do I like my whores, Julia?”I felt a finger hook beneath the fabric of my thong, pulling it out, and aside. Then the cool, lubricated tip of her toy was next, prompting me to reach behind, and spread my cheeks for her, as she slowly eased the tip into me, sliding it back out, then further in…. again and again.“You like your whores plugged, Mrs. Peterson.”I spread myself wider, my feet moving farther apart, arching my back to push my butt back in rhythm with her pace, feeling it go deeper each time…….. until she achieved her goal.“Very good pet. You’ll need to call in your absence to work for tomorrow, as you’ll be staying here for a few nights.” -- source link