1. What the Hell Am I Doing? Ch. 6


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is also posted in my Literotica Account. I retain copyright, and all that. Please enjoy, and reading the first chapters will help this chapter make a lot more sense! Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What the Hell am I Doing?- Ch.-6 I was awoken by Ben’s gently shaking my shoulder, my body so wracked with exhaustion, I had cried myself to sl**p right there on the couch. Still wearing just the terry-cloth robe, I was a bit sore, and achy, and through puffy, blinking eyes, I looked up. “Hmm? Oh.. ahhh, I am so glad you are back! I’ve missed you! It has been a rough night! You wouldn’t…” My words were cut off by Ben’s. “You think YOU’VE had a rough night? Slut, you ain’t been nearly what I’ve been through…” His voice was agitated, and angry, and worse, his language had deteriorated. He was using his ghetto-accent, one more of when he was younger. He’d tried to better himself, to rise up, so to speak, and had some successes. But when he backslid, it was a very telling moment. He was under considerable stress. I started to rise and looked at the clock. It was nearly four AM. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, and went to him, to hug him, and reassure him, but as I did so, I felt his hands snap up and grab my wrists. Holding me in place, he looked me directly in the eyes. “You have a new job today… call in sick. You are going to spend the day with someone else.” His tone was flat, and ...
    his eyes cold. “Go get dressed in something hot, and wear your collar. You’ll need it.” I nodded, and spoke quietly. “Yes, Master…” then reached for my cell phone, and sent two quick texts, one to my husband, and the other to my boss. I was ‘sick’ today. In these times, I knew better than to argue with him. I’d been smacked around for arguing with him before, and it sucked. So I went to the closet and drew on my champagne satin caftan. Only this wasn’t caftan like you would see in a catalogue. It was more like a cape, or cloak, with no openings, save for the neck. A full circle, over 140 inches in hemline, it stopped a few inches below my butt, and d****d easily from my shoulders, the material light and thin, silky and shiny, and in some lighting, was almost see-through. It had three snaps on one shoulder, to open enough to put my head through, and a man’s collar. I would normally flip the collar up, and then slid my slave collar around my neck, locking it closed, and then flip the collar back down, concealing most of it, with only the ring showing. It was an article of clothing I actually really enjoyed wearing. It afforded a minimum of modesty, and yet posed a lot of risk. If the wind caught it, or my arms reached for the wrong thing, it would expose me, possibly completely, up to the neck. It was sexy as hell, and it tended to draw a lot of attention. Dressed in heels and this, it screamed sexy. I reached into my bag and muttered softly. “Shit…” “What?” “My collar is in my ...
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