I got up after another night alone, brewed coffee and lit my first Winston. I turned on the computer to check my email and there it was, a message from Mistress. For those that have followed our relationship you may recall that she had left for an extended lecture series on the west coast with
Femdom. The Massage
FEMDOM. The Massage.This is a new, independent story. Not related to my past ones. So you do not need to read any previous stories prior to this one. I had a couple of inspirations for this story!!Carol opened her eyes. It was still early. She looked over at her husband James, who was still sleeping.