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“Why are you saying it the way people normally say ‘dead baby seals’?”

“I hate role play. I’m terrible at role play.” Beth’s most traumatic high school experience had been when her best friend had cajoled her into being part of the school musical. She had a hard enough time figuring out what she was feeling, let alone pretending to be someone else and then trying to show others what the pretend person was feeling.

“Okay, Miss Literal. It’s not role play.” The corner of his lips twitched in a smile.

Beth had a white-knuckle grip on the bottle of glass cleaner. James frowned, realizing that she was not teasing, as funny as her fear might sound to others.

“Beth.” Now his voice was sharp with command. “Put all the spray bottles in the bucket. Take out the feather duster.”

Beth grabbed the feather duster, which was made of actual black and white feathers and had a short, thick wooden handle.

“Go dust the front of the wardrobe.”

Feeling better at having simple, direct orders to follow, Beth went to the tall dark-wood piece and ran the duster over the doors.

“I don’t think this is very effective.” There wasn’t any dust on the furniture—Las Palmas had a discreet cleaning service come in during the week, and two full-time people who lived on site and maintained the playrooms daily—but if there had been dust she was fairly certain the feathers would just move it around.

“Dust the top.”

Beth rose on tiptoe, one hand on the doors, the other stretched up. For a large man, he was surprisingly silent as he came up behind her. When Master James grabbed her bare ass, Beth nearly lost her balance.

“I didn’t say you could stop.” He growled the words when she lowered her outstretched arm.

Beth went back up on her toes, struggling to maintain the position as he massaged her ass. When his lips brushed her ear, Beth shivered. The corset not only restricted her movement, but made her intensely aware of how naked her lower half was.

“The table over there needs to be cleaned.”

He turned her by the hips, pointing her to the small side table positioned near the chair he’d been sitting in. The corset caused her hips to sway more than normal, but this time she played it up, sure from the weight of his gaze that he was watching her ass as she walked away.

It was an incredibly powerful feeling. She was the one in the binding corset, obeying his orders—yet she felt strong and in control.

She flicked the feather duster along the top of the perfectly clean table, heart thumping in her chest as she waited for him to make his next move. Master James resumed his seat.

“You missed a spot.”

“I did?”

of me

as she positioned herself in front of him, her legs only a few inches

the shelf.

lovely impressionist ceramic sculpture of

one hand on the tabletop she bent from the hips, not the waist, thrusting her ass back as she

so her chest was flat on the

shoulder, then used them to push her hair off her face, the tickling feeling causing her to scrunch

held it where she could see it. “Look at

from wrist to the tip of her fingers, and as wide around as a tube of

you guess where this

guess, but between the position, the corset, and the arousal that

fuck your pussy with it, then

holding her down, he brushed her butt

going to make you keep it in your ass, like

of the handle rubbed her inner thighs,

do some more chores, like get me lunch and a drink, all

painted by his words driving her

slid between the lips of her sex,

out of your ass, so that I can fuck you. Or maybe you need

greedily clenching around the

you for this morning, but really it

but he was holding her in place, giving her no opportunity to move. She could only stand there and take

her, Master James rubbed two fingers between her pussy lips, gathering her body’s own moisture and spreading it on her anus. He repeated the motion several times,

as gradual

me if I’m hurting

Master,” she whispered. There were twinges of pain but they were the good kind, the kind that let her know she

“Good.”

was seated inside her to his