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What The Butler Saw!
(Anna Mann)

And then the day arrived that her mistress returned to her room one evening, exhausted, and clearly in pain.

So what happened? Jennifer questioned silently as she helped the Countess out of her clothes and into the shower. Her body looked as though she'd come through some horrific traffic accident, she sported bruises everywhere, but most were concentrated on her ass...

And her tits Jennifer suddenly realised as she closed her eyes and recalled some very arousing images she'd seen online as she whiled away the hours waiting for her first boss to return from the office.

Jennifer had a fantasy, one so dark that she barely admitted to herself that the thought turned her on. She'd always felt a little dominant, and maybe even superior. At school she'd been a bully, although she hadn't seen her actions for what they were until it was too late to apologise to her victims.

It's just the way I've been made she told herself as she studied pictures of women in real pain and felt her pussy beginning to ache. I can't help getting turned on by this stuff, because I've never been a fluffy bunny, I've always been the bitch who enjoys making the timid girls cry.

She recalled an evening in college, her roommate had been tipsy. And I wasn't much better myself she chuckled. She'd grabbed the quiet girl and stripped her, then pushed her back onto the bed, and as the slender blonde had whined and whimpered Jennifer had fisted her, deep and hard.

It was a darker time in my life she told herself, yet deep down she knew that she would never regret her actions. The blonde had cried, real tears. Jennifer had laughed, then squatted over the other girl's face, and lowered her dripping snatch onto her open mouth.

That night I taught her that it was okay to be weak and submissive, and she thanked me for it in the end. Her friend had left college qualified, and searching for a dominant woman who would treat her the way that she loved the most, the way that twisted Jennifer had treated her.

Jennifer had left knowing that she'd experienced something that would always be special, but never for a moment had she considered herself dominant. She had simply been exploring her sexuality, and that exploration had revealed that although she was probably very bi-sexual, she certainly wasn't a dyke. Because I'm greedy she had giggled, why restrict myself to half the population... when I can have it all.