God her cheeks hurt so much!
There she was, just out of the shower, doing her hair and makeup, and even now her lips were twisted into a ridiculous smile.
There were only two times when she could close her mouth properly; when she was asleep, and when she was sucking cock.
Strangely, she found both very relaxing.
She pulled a clip out of her hair and messed with it a bit before moving on to the next, a quick check of her phone told her she had lots of time, the club didn’t open for another three hours. More than enough time to get herself ready for the double she’d be working.
Once her hair was done, she picked up her phone and flipped over to the messages, returning several from her regulars, before her finger hovered over the old thread that hadn’t had a new message arrive in three months.
Her smile almost, almost cracked, but none the less didn’t no matter how much she wanted to frown. The name was simply listed as “Master”, but he was so much more than that. He was her owner, her maker, her whole world.
Five years ago she’d met him while she was out with friends at a club, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend and she’d caught his eye because of the frown on her face. He’d come over and made the classic “I bet you’d feel better with a smile on that pretty face”, and she’d lost it.
She screamed and yelled and threatened him, but to her surprise he’d actually smiled and laughed as she continued her barrage of insults.
That was the last time she’d done anything but smile and be exceptionally polite, no matter what was going on.
For the next year she’d been attached to his arm almost all the time, ready to please him in any way he wanted.
The second year she still hung on his arm, but not quite so much. Sometimes it was because she was recovering from surgery, sometimes it was because he’d found a new plaything for a little while, sometimes it was because he wanted to have some space.
By the third year she was spending most of her time away from him, though she still saw him at least once a week. That was when he’d first dropped her off at the club to work. She’d been hesitant at first, but just like what he’d done with her smile, he did something again and it was all just fine.
In the fourth year she was spending most of her time at the club, but he still message her every few weeks for her to come over and visit him.
Now though… now it was months between messages and she was getting worried that this time, he might never message her again.
She grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze and a jiggle, a moan and giggle escaping her lips. She always felt better when she did that, and she still had time, so she played with her tits for a good fifteen minutes, thinking about the last time he fucked them, and how his cum had splattered all over her face.
Feeling refreshed, she let out a deep breath and headed into her bedroom to find something to wear at the club, and grabbed one of her favourites. A tight little one piece leopard print dress that barely contained her tits and certainly failed to cover her pussy most of the time.
She grabbed a pair of matching heels and then put them into her carry bag along with some touch up makeup and a few other things, so that she would be ready to leave when it was time.
Placing the bag at the front door after she came down the stairs, she headed into the kitchen where her laptop was setup. She opened up her banking website along with the few bills that were due and paid them off without hesitation.
A shiver ran though her as she looked at her bank balance, well over 3 million, and growing each week.
He never touched a penny of her earns from the club, he didn’t need to, he had more money than he could ever spend.
Her phone buzzed with the reminder… it was time to leave for the club, so she did. He never messaged her after lunch, so today was another day without him, but she was sure one of her regulars could distract her for a little while at least.
And then there was always tomorrow, another day and another possibility that he might message her.
