Customer Service... T - 5 days and counting!
Hello, hello!
It's nearly the end of June, if you can believe it?! Half a year gone, but I am busier than ever - writing away and promoting my new short story "Customer Service". It's released next Monday (24th June) and I'll have the links on here as soon as I can!
In excited anticipation of its imminent publication, my blog this week will include a taster of what's to come... I really hope you enjoy and DO get in touch with me if you have any opinions to share!
Felicity Brandon
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"...faster than lightning, she’s eye to eye with me again.
“Let me make this easy for you Polly. You can be a good girl and do as you’re told in my house, or there’s the door,” she gestures behind her theatrically, “you can use it. Believe me; I won’t think any less of you.”
Her tone is scornful and leaves me reeling. I consider my options. I don’t want to leave. I may not understand my attraction to Rachel but it’s certainly real. Can I really demean myself so entirely by kneeling at her request though? The ache between my legs goads me and I swallow my pride. Silently, I leave the sofa and fall to my knees by her glamorous golden sandals. I lower my eyes, not wanting to meet her derisive gaze.
“Good choice, Polly,” she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.
“You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…”
Her words are a sensual threat and a strong wave of desire crashes through me, flooding my already soaked panties. Rachel grips my hair tightly. It doesn’t hurt but it gets my attention and I tentatively raise my eyes to look at her.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Polly?”
“Yes…” I don’t recognise the croaky need in my own voice.
She smiles again; clearly amused by my predicament.
“Given our new situation, I think you should find a more appropriate way to address me Polly. Do so now please.”
I don’t even have to think. An invisible shroud of submission seems to have fallen over me and the prospect of surrendering to this beautiful creature is the only thing on my mind, because I do – absolutely – want her to fuck me, and I have never wanted anything so much…
“Yes, mistress,” I say.
“Good girl,” purrs Rachel reassuringly.
“Follow me over to the dining table, but stay on your hands and knees Polly. It’s a good reminder of your place.”
“Yes, mistress,” I repeat, absorbing her words. But more than that... I am amazed by how good it feels – submitting to Rachel this way. I feel my wetness spreading down my thighs and revel in my own sweet arousal.
I follow her footsteps, crawling on my hands and knees behind her. She turns as she nears the table and watches me admiringly. Then, pulling out a large, wooden chair, she sits regally as I continue my humiliating crossing.
“Very nice Polly,” she enthuses. “You look fabulous down there, and you’ll look even better out of that dress… come here and strip for me...”
It's nearly the end of June, if you can believe it?! Half a year gone, but I am busier than ever - writing away and promoting my new short story "Customer Service". It's released next Monday (24th June) and I'll have the links on here as soon as I can!
In excited anticipation of its imminent publication, my blog this week will include a taster of what's to come... I really hope you enjoy and DO get in touch with me if you have any opinions to share!
Felicity Brandon
Fx
"...faster than lightning, she’s eye to eye with me again.
“Let me make this easy for you Polly. You can be a good girl and do as you’re told in my house, or there’s the door,” she gestures behind her theatrically, “you can use it. Believe me; I won’t think any less of you.”
Her tone is scornful and leaves me reeling. I consider my options. I don’t want to leave. I may not understand my attraction to Rachel but it’s certainly real. Can I really demean myself so entirely by kneeling at her request though? The ache between my legs goads me and I swallow my pride. Silently, I leave the sofa and fall to my knees by her glamorous golden sandals. I lower my eyes, not wanting to meet her derisive gaze.
“Good choice, Polly,” she soothes, caressing my long, dark hair.
“You may not have been fucked by a woman before but, if you’re a good girl now, then you soon will be…”
Her words are a sensual threat and a strong wave of desire crashes through me, flooding my already soaked panties. Rachel grips my hair tightly. It doesn’t hurt but it gets my attention and I tentatively raise my eyes to look at her.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Polly?”
“Yes…” I don’t recognise the croaky need in my own voice.
She smiles again; clearly amused by my predicament.
“Given our new situation, I think you should find a more appropriate way to address me Polly. Do so now please.”
I don’t even have to think. An invisible shroud of submission seems to have fallen over me and the prospect of surrendering to this beautiful creature is the only thing on my mind, because I do – absolutely – want her to fuck me, and I have never wanted anything so much…
“Yes, mistress,” I say.
“Good girl,” purrs Rachel reassuringly.
“Follow me over to the dining table, but stay on your hands and knees Polly. It’s a good reminder of your place.”
“Yes, mistress,” I repeat, absorbing her words. But more than that... I am amazed by how good it feels – submitting to Rachel this way. I feel my wetness spreading down my thighs and revel in my own sweet arousal.
I follow her footsteps, crawling on my hands and knees behind her. She turns as she nears the table and watches me admiringly. Then, pulling out a large, wooden chair, she sits regally as I continue my humiliating crossing.
“Very nice Polly,” she enthuses. “You look fabulous down there, and you’ll look even better out of that dress… come here and strip for me...”
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