Katie saw the sleek, black crop laid casually across her mistress' lap. A smile tugged at her lips and her eyes lit up. It was that time again. Her mistress pulled down her tights with the crook of her thumb, just so that it revealed the top of her golden bush. Katie lurched forward as if under a spell. But her mistress raised a finger in admonishment.
'You get to have this only if you are a good girl.'
Katie knew the game too well. If left to her own devices, she'd have pounced on the woman and gratified herself all too soon. But that was why she was there : to rein in her blitz-y lust, to make it last longer. And so-
'Yes, ma'am', she replied with as much docility she could muster.
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