The sweat beaded on his forehead, his erection squashed against the Dominatrix’s device. He had waited for her, had been saving for years to come back – had even rejected the advances of that sexy little slut riding cabin class.
His mistress would be so pleased with him. The exquisite pain she was waiting to inflict.
Finally they were arriving. His wet tongue slipped from the wet maw that was his mouth, his skin visibly greying.
Finally, he was back.
This post is the fourth in a series of five, written in honour of VoiceWeek, BeKindReWrite’s yearly experiment in the art of writing in different voices, an opportunity to write the same story from five different viewpoints – in Steph’s own words:
Voice Week is an experimental writing challenge to help us stretch our versatility in voice and tone. Each Voice Week participant writes five versions of the same story – from five different points of view. Then,October 1 through 5, we post, compare, sharpen, and grow.
Go ahead and check out some of the other writers, and remember, it’s not too late to join in!