Be My Bitch

Jenny, would on several occasions, take “personal” vacations. She said she needed them to just kind of unwind. I never thought anything of it, because she always came home fully rested and rejuvenated. She’d been all over the world, on my dime of course. I had always told Jenny that she didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to. Honestly, I kind of enjoyed the alone time too. I was always busy with work and didn’t have the time to go with her. So, it worked out great for the both of us. I’d always ask her about the places she’d been, and she tell me how really fascinating the different cultures she’d experienced were. Her last trip had been to Amsterdam. She’d told me once how she’d always dreamt of going there.
Jenny’s always been a bit shy in public, but behind closed doors she was a sexual dynamo. I mean this girl was awesome in the bedroom. She gave what I consider to be the best head I’d ever experienced. It was like some kind of art form to her, a real perfectionist. She new exactly when to go deep and fast, and exactly when to go slow and steady. Jenny was a true artiste. She could give me head for what seemed like forever. Bringing me to the brink again and again until I’d explode in a torrent of hot cum. Jenny had no reservations about swallowing either. She genuinely loved the taste of my hot cum.
When it came to making love, wow. I mean she knew all the little twists, and gyrations that drive men wild. Of course, I would always offer her to mount me whenever she wanted, though she’d rarely accept. But, I of course was no where near as good as she. Though, I did try.
So, as you can plainly see I was completely in the dark when it came to this recent behavior. But, I’ve never been the confrontational type. My thought was just go along with it for the evening. This is just a game, or so I thought.


So, there I was on the floor, all snot and tears from my most recent assault from Jenny, excuse me, Mistress Jennifer. She grabbed my long hair and sharply jerked me to my feet.