Consensual ConsequencesChapter 17 The Decision
Sandy didn't know how long she knelt in that position, nor did she have any idea what time it was. The sun had gone down by the time she finally heard the door creak open. When it did, Sandy fought the urge to look up at her Mistress – though she desperately wanted to gaze upon the woman who would dominate her, she also wanted Mistress to see her subservience. She kept her gaze downcast and waited. Footsteps approached and eventually Sandy saw a pair of heeled boots enter her vision. Then...