PREVIOUSLY OFFERED AT $4.99. NOW ON SALE!This is a combination of two of my sexy stories Drinking Lydia’s Secrets (book 11) and Plaything (book 12).BE WARNED! This story of my intense sexual training contains:SpankingsLesbian sexOral sexBDSMSexyMorePREVIOUSLY OFFERED AT $4.99. NOW ON SALE!This is a combination of two of my sexy stories Drinking Lydia’s Secrets (book 11) and Plaything (book 12).BE WARNED! This story of my intense sexual training contains:SpankingsLesbian sexOral sexBDSMSexy romanceAnal sexBondages“50 Shades” style role-playThis 10,000 word book IS PART of an 18 story set, which covers my choosing to live a very intense 24/7 BDSM lifestyle, and the man who I eventually came to love.----------------------------------------------AN EXCERPT FROM THE STORY:It was a moment of forgetting.I didnt have to think about Autumn and her girls, or wonder what they were up to.
I didnt have to think about Daddys friend Simon, or wonder when he was going to be asking about another session with me.I was free.There were no worries about the future, no regrets about the past. I was completely in the moment. Master Victors fingers were curled into my hair, and he was squeezing so tightly that my eyes were tearing up. He was behind me, slamming his thick cock into me with the fury of a thunderstorm.I loved it.Thats a good little toy.
His voice was strained, and rumbling. Thats exactly what you are for, isnt it?Yes, Daddy. My voice was strained. I am yours- your plaything. This is what I am for. He had been holding me here, fucking me for at least a half hour. My legs were trembling, and my knees were sore. I had come for him three times already- the last one had been a wet explosion of screaming and moaning. I had left a wet spot the size of a basketball on the bed. But still, he did not let up.My Daddy was relentless.By now, I had completely tranced into my submissive space. I wasnt a person anymore. I was simply his, his to use, abuse, and fuck.Tell me about it, little girl.
Tell me what you are for.I moaned as his deft fingers found my slickness. He had been good to me this time- he had given me plenty of time to rest. Oh Daddy, I am yours. I am your baby girl.What does that mean, Tasia?
He slowed his fingers and I whimpered.It means that I live for your cock, Daddy. It means that my body is yours to fuck, whenever you wish. It means that you can spank me, hurt me, and make me cry.