Anita posed for a pic with the 2 girls- all smiles. They looked like they knew each other since years. “Bimbos” she muttered under her breath as she excused herself to refill her drink.
She needed a double now. This Halloween party was no fun.
And then she saw him.Her heart started racing and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
He walked towards her, gazing at her intently. His eyes did not leave her for a second.
“A scotch for me please”, taking his glass, he held her hand and led her to the sofa at the far end of the party hall.
“I want to take you here, right now” his voice was hoarse as his hand travelled up her skirt.
“Leave me please master” she pleaded.
His hand stopped abruptly. “Sorry, did I overstep?”. He sounded uncomfortable.
Her eyes were full of tears but they bore a glistening look, a shine which was now turning into irritation.
“Go on you moron, you are the Dominant, you don’t say sorry. ”
“I am really not at all comfortable with this role play Anita, I have told you several times. I don’t really understand when you are my boss why do you want me to pretend that I am a ruthless man who whips you in bed and is only interested in getting you under the sheets”.
“Well honey we had clearly laid out the terms right, you want the overseas relocation, I need a BDSM partner. So lets not break the rules. Get going now dear master.” She laughed aloud as her cackling voice was drowned by the music.
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