Earning a Sip of Mimosa
I lay prostrated before her throne, my head down and arms extended forward. All I can see is the hard ground, my hands and forearms placed firmly against the cement. The muscles in my back flex slightly as I remain in position. My knees had almost become numb as they pressed into the ground, my naked body prepared to service my mistress however she saw fit.The door to the dungeon opened and I could hear the heavy, powerful steps of my mistress. I couldn’t see her but I knew she was wearing...
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