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Our weekend slave Friday
The anticipation was always so delicious. Waiting to hear the front door open always brought butterflies to my stomach. Our houseguest would be here soon. He’d visited many times and his eagerness to return was always so enthusiastic. As I lay in my lovers arms we talked excitedly about what was in store. This particular trainee had no limits that we’d found yet, and trust me we had looked for them. He adored his pain and humiliation, and literally begged for more every time. He’d leave us with...