I know I shouldn't be here, life is complicated enough. But as the sun beats down its rays of heat on my face and chest, it instils a certainty that I know you can talk some sense into me.
I take a deep breath of warn summer air before opening the door to your shop. I walk past the rows of merchandise, ignoring most of it, I'm not shopping today.
Your there behind the counter with David, laughing about some red head who was falling about the place earlier. When you see me you know something's up, it's not like me to be here. You see the anger in my eyes but you know it's a front for fear.
"Alright, what's up?" You ask brightly. You try to cover up the connection. There isn't one honest.
"Do you think you can give me some advice on one your products?" I smile brightly. I indicate the back display room. The smile would fool some, not you.
"Sure" you follow me to the product I was indicating. Raising your eyebrows you question what's going on.
I explain I think something's wrong with him, that I think he's off me.
Quietly the door to the room closes and David begins to speak "that's because he is cheating."
I whirl around to face him anger vibrating through my body taking over my every thought, "you have no idea what I'm talking about so do not fuck with me."
You know you need to diffuse the situation; you know what's going on. You need to change tact.
"Rose" you haven't said it loudly or harshly but the force is there.
I gulp; I have no options but to succumb.
"Yes sir". I lower my eyes; I can't believe you've done this in front of someone you work with.
"Apologise to David."
"What?"
You step forward and grab my throat and pussy in your strong hands. "You forget your place Rose. Say sorry"
I gasp at your treatment, keeping my eyes lowered "I am sorry David, I am sorry I forgot my place sir it won't happen again."
"Now what to do" your tone has become slightly mischievous now I've apologised. And although you would never admit it, being my master gets you as horny as it makes me wet.
"The shutters are down." As David speaks, I raise my eyes to his crotch (I dare not raise them higher) which has become quite protruded.