Mistress

Allison pulled her expensive car into the driveway. She sat there for several long minutes, her heart beating heavily in her chest.

Why was she here? Why couldn't she learn to live without the things she craved?

She was about to put the car in reverse when she glanced back up at the house. Her eyes connected with a very beautiful woman on the front porch. She was tall, lean, and had masses of cascading golden brown locks of hair. Her skin was creamy and fair.

She stood quietly against a veranda post and watched her with calm and knowing eyes.

"Hello Madam." She said softly as she approached her. She still hadn't moved and just stood still watching her with beautiful cobalt blue eyes.

"Stop." She ordered.

"You will call me Mistress from now on." She commanded.

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Rafbók: 30 maj 2019