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my face and watched the blush creep up my cheeks.   My lips looked sexy and I ran my pink tongue over them.   I giggled at myself and shook my hair.   I look like a slut!   I smiled and thought, No, no!   ‘This girl’ looks like a slut!   My eyes danced in my reflection as I hastily reassessed my situation.   This girl has met a man she is overpowered by.   Well, not physically ... yet .   My smile in the mirror caught my eye.   And um, the whole thing, everything that’s happened, is like a dream.   She’s doing things she never thought of doing and she can’t stop.   And she doesn’t WANT to stop.   She’s horny and she likes the challenge of pleasing him ... of knowing that maybe she CAN please him ... of giving everything to him ... of beaming with delight at his gorgeous fucking smile ... of being his to do with as he pleases ... of being his ... of ‘being’ ... just ‘being’ ... me ...
          My heart was pounding and my skin prickled and tingled with excitement.   There was a full blush in my cheeks and across my chest.   My breath was short and my nipples were pointy and crinkled hard.   My newly shaved pussy was warm, swollen and wet.   The muscles in my body felt like they were humming with adrenalin.   My reflection mocked me with a sly smile as I realised I was squeezing my thighs together without even thinking about it.   Naked, I came into this world ... I thought.
          “ This girl wants to be seen like this!” I gasped aloud.   With barely a hint of hesitation, I turned on my heels, heading for the stairs before I could change my mind.

    I was seated when I heard Dominique’s heels clicking down the stairs.   I stood as she slowly and gracefully entered, not unlike a model on a catwalk.   My breath caught in my chest as she came closer, her shoulders back and breasts thrusting, her eyes boring into mine.   When she was almost in front of me I gestured for her to stop, and I looked her body up and down, smiling.   “Very nice, Dominique.”   I directed her to the large black cushion beside me on the floor.   “Kneel.”
          “Thank you, S-Sir,” she replied, doing as I asked.
          “Eyes down, Dominique.   Move your thighs a little apart.   Your treasures are for my eyes.   Do not be afraid to present them to me.”   I sat down at the table and swung my knees under it.
          “Yes, Sir.   Thank you for telling this girl, Sir,” she said, her hands trembling.
          Nodding, I returned to my meal.   I had spent a fair bit of time on the meal and I was sure she would appreciate what I had in mind.   But I liked making her wait.   So, for the next few minutes no words passed between us as I ate, but I did wonder what she was thinking.

    I hope he likes how I look ... God, my pussy is so wet I think I might stain this comfy cushion ... Surely he would have known I would ... Mmmmm , dinner smells good ... I’m so hungry ... I wonder if he will feed me ... What are we going to do after this?   I hope I get to cum tonight ... Should I say something?   Just be quiet, he told me to relax ... Just breathe, girl ...

          “Pinch your nipples for me, Dominique,” I said, after sipping my wine.
          She raised her hands to her breasts and did so without hesitation.   “ Th -Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, gripping them tightly.
          “Are you hungry, Dominique?”
          “ Mmmmm .   Yes, Sir.”
          “Release them,” I said, smiling down on her.
          “Thank you, Sir.”   Even with her head down, I could see her grinning as she placed her hands on her thighs, palms down.
          “You may look at me now,” I said, and she did.   “You mentioned before that you were afraid of making a mistake ...”
          She nodded.   “Yes, Sir.”
          “And I told you I was a patient teacher.”   I couldn’t help but smile.   “But I am impatient to