Lovely_Storm
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2009
Laura sighed deeply as she stood outside the room of her master. She was hesitating, It was time to wake him up for the day, just like she had for the past 3 days she had been his slave; but she really didnât want to. She knew that he would be using her as his personal toy until he goes back to sleep or goes to work. It was a weekend so the latter was unlikely today. Luara brushed her bright red hair away from her face, a mirror catching the corner of her eye, exposing her own disgraceful appearance to her self. She looked at her self with shame. What had become of her.
She was made to wear a very skimpy, French maid outfit. The skirt so short that you cloud easily see her panties, a black lacy thong that was practically see through that seemed to strain around her wonderfully plump, round ass. If she so much as took a step, the top low cut so the tips of her areolas were visible; this was only compounded by the face that her boobs were of well of boarding of G cups. Her body was voluptuous, but well toned, helping her avoid the back problems that come with breasts of this size. She fiddled with the skirt, but if she pulled it down any more her breasts would up and pop out all together. Her freckled face began to go red with blush. The black leather collar a big contrast on her almost porcelain white skin.
She looked up to see a clock and nearly swore aloud. It was 7:35, if there was anything she dreaded more than waking him up, it was waking him up late. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the dark room, flicking on the lights and approaching the bed. She lightly shook the sleeping figure under the covers âSirâ¦Sir, Itâs time to get up.â
She was made to wear a very skimpy, French maid outfit. The skirt so short that you cloud easily see her panties, a black lacy thong that was practically see through that seemed to strain around her wonderfully plump, round ass. If she so much as took a step, the top low cut so the tips of her areolas were visible; this was only compounded by the face that her boobs were of well of boarding of G cups. Her body was voluptuous, but well toned, helping her avoid the back problems that come with breasts of this size. She fiddled with the skirt, but if she pulled it down any more her breasts would up and pop out all together. Her freckled face began to go red with blush. The black leather collar a big contrast on her almost porcelain white skin.
She looked up to see a clock and nearly swore aloud. It was 7:35, if there was anything she dreaded more than waking him up, it was waking him up late. She quickly opened the door and stepped into the dark room, flicking on the lights and approaching the bed. She lightly shook the sleeping figure under the covers âSirâ¦Sir, Itâs time to get up.â