She Made Me Watch

Submitting to a sexually dominant woman carries pleasures and emotional tortures

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Nervousness gripped me like a vice when Ma’am texted, saying she was bringing a girlfriend home for a visit after they finished shopping. “

“Prepare a fruit and cheese plate, she ordered, two glasses of wine — and make sure you put clean sheets on the bed.”

Excitement coursed through me veins.

This happened occasionally in my service to Ma’am.

The preferred title she liked me to use when addressing her.

She had a couple of steady girlfriends and guys who she would bring home for visits. They ranged from innocent to absolutely wild and erotic.

I rarely knew in advance if I would be allowed to join.

Told to leave.

Sometimes I would get a third option.

“You will watch us at every moment, but you will not touch us or yourself.”

Fuck.

Ma’am knew how that riled my insides.

Yes, Ma’am. Everything will be ready.

My reply was calm, but my hands shook when I typed it.

There wasn’t much time so I moved quickly to change the sheets. Tugging and pulling on the ones that needed changing. Finding her favorite satin sheets that Ma’am found a sensual delight. That told me she and her girlfriend would become naked and make love in the bed, or around the house and end up lounging in bed.