100 Days

Tears streamed down my face as my body writhed trying to escape from his hell grip. It felt like an eternity had passed before Master removed his hard cock from my mouth.

“How’d you like that, Kitten?

“I loved it, thank you Master.” In our contract it was agreed that as long as I didn’t have to use our safe word, it was understood that I had to affirm I loved whatever treatment Master had chosen for me.

My body tensed as he gripped my once neatly braided hair, pulling me up from my knees. Thankfully, I found instant relaxation as I breathed in the sandalwood sent that radiated off of Masters neck.

“Don’t move, Kitten.” Turning around, I nervously watched Master stalk across the room to where his wardrobe sat waiting for him.

Sliding his fingers into the vintage handles he swung the doors open, exposing an array of toys. I couldn’t help but notice how gentle he was with an inanimate object. How pathetic, I thought. I’m jealous of a damn wardrobe. He warned me I would want more from him, and that he wouldn’t give me what I longed for. I had to remind myself that this contract was 100 days, and I was only on the 23rd, so I’d better smarten up if I wanted my university degree paid for like he had promised.