Partial SubmissionChapter 2
I heard the door open, but I didn't raise my eyes; it is not proper for a slave to look up at his Mistress unless she invites it. All I could see were her beautiful, perfect bare feet and the lower length of her delicate, rounded leg. Her ankles were exquisite, small yet perfectly defined and I found myself yearning to feel my tongue upon them. "Hello, Daniel," she breathed, her voice soft and inviting. It was a far cry from the hoarse, gruff voice she originally used but we were beyond...