1. Thirty-One Days A Bitch: Chapter 1


    Date: 4/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    “I imagine that it is divine and world-class. I will doubtlessly enjoy my stay in this place, Miss Bennett.” She knits her brows in a kindly and charitable course of action. “If you chime so, Mrs. Dick!” The hours of darkness have at long last fallen. I am settled down here in the void and unfurnished living room on a lone historical-seeming chair, rocking and moving gently to and fro, scanning and eyeing up all about me silently and noiselessly. My cell phone buzzes all of a sudden and abruptly, but I am speedy and headlong to respond and pick up the unforeseen call. It is my dad, Ian Bitch. I know that he has a creepy and spooky name, but that is just our family weirdo and problem altogether. “Mr. Bitch. You rang me up at final last. You have no mini idea how long I have been waiting for your call.” Ian sounds penitent and remorseful. “I am so sorry, sweetheart. I was occupied with some stuff here at work. I am through and finished with all of it anyway. And how are you doing there at your new home, my treasured one?” “I am great, dad. Things are very good here too.” “And that ruthless villain; how is he acting towards you? I swear that if he ever hurts or maltreats you in any way he will ever regret having lent out a hand to me in the first place.” “He has not yet turned up here. I guess that he is having some unaccomplished work somewhere. What do you reckon yourself?” “Heck—I am not concerned, dear, with what he does and what he doesn’t do behind our unsuspicious ...
    backs. I am only concerned and bothered about you, my love.” “Well, don’t be, dad. Call to mind, I volunteered to do this for our own sake and sanity. I don’t ever like to visualize you and I myself thrown out there on the streets and at last helplessly and miserably dispossessed. I will do anything in my power, father—just about any kind of thing, to see that we are safe and sound. I am doing it for you alone. Don’t you ever overlook this! You have done as much as you can for me up till now, and I must do all that I can for you from now onwards.” “That is so sweet of you, Daisy, my love.” “Bye dad.” I bring the call to an end at this precise note. I can’t withstand to converse with him any further than I already have. I am mewling and howling out uncontrollably. I wouldn’t ever want him to suffer and be in gross pain and also go though bad, vulgar times. To shirk away from all this, I am going to do exactly what Preston tells me to do. I am now his bitch and wife; don’t forget! By the hour that he shows up, I am all prepared and in readiness to make love and lie down with him in our titanic, lush bed. He is looking a great much deal fagged and whacked and knackered tonight. His red ruby tie is not fixed and set up in its rightful position properly; the buttons on his black jacket are unstrapped and loosened; and even those on the flanges of his shirt are untied and loosed too. His hair is littered and cluttered about all over his head. His skin looks ashy and like death. I am ...
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