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| LadyEmmaCavendish |
Master travelled to see me. We are fortunate enough to be meeting every weekend now. (Give or take)
The minute he walked in the door i dropped to my knees. Lol it's so much easier in the privacy of your own home.
Dinner was nearly ready. It didn't stop him bending me over the couch. It may seem such a trivial thing to some, but when you have never had that kind of relationship it is a huge turn on. Master turned me on my back and took a pic. My top was removed and I completed dinner topless. Without burning myself as Master touched and tweaked. Clever girl huh? 
After dinner Master took me upstairs for another fuck. God it's such a hard life being a slut. I was soooo turned on, why is it sometimes good and other times brilliant? The slut received a thrashing. Was it a punishment? No. Just because. Slut vowed she was going to be naughty the following week, at least there would be a reason.
Master decided we were going to a club. We packed and I asked what I would be wearing. "Go as you are" came the reply. I was wearing suspender belt and stockings. Oh and I had the luxury of shoes. Fortunately Master allowed me to wear my coat. "It doesn't button very far down, does it?" said Master. "No Sir" came my reply.
As we went into the club and I removed my coat, I felt very under-dressed (unsurprisingly.) Master did not expect anything less. He was happy. Slut was happy. We had a drink. Slut kneeling at Master's feet. Her bowl of Coca Cola at her feet. It wasn't long before Slut was ordered to drink up and was taken upstairs for another fuck. Like I said, it's a hard life 
Slut was rampant and Master took her downstairs for a thrashing. The crop and the paddle. It was soooo delicious.
Back upstairs for another fuck. A little fumble with another couple. Ok, but not special.
Into the pool and sauna before getting dressed and back home.
To bed. There's no where quite like bed, especially when you are snuggled in your Master's arms. He's exhausted but can't resist filling you with his cum one last time. The moonlight is pouring through the skylight. You feel like you have gone to heaven (some chance, but hell can't be this beautiful) and Master just wants someone to turn the moonlight out, so he can sleep well.
The morning arrives. We make the most of the remaining hours together. There is some more fucking. A good caning and a bite (Master has to find a way of marking his slut somehow.)
And then fond farewells once again...til the next weekend
