bimbosanddolls: Trisha was very impressed when Stuart had his limousine pick her up for their date.
bimbosanddolls: Trisha was very impressed when Stuart had his limousine pick her up for their date. She was accompanying him to a formal gala despite the fact they had only gone out a couple times so far. She was more than a little nervous about being “lady-like” enough to hang with his peers, but Stuart assured her that she’d be perfect. The driver kept the partition up the entire time which Trisha found made the ride feel very lonely. At least there was a TV in the limo. She turned it on but the screen just kept flashing pink. She figured it was broken and tried to turn it off but the screen kept flashing. Within a few minutes, Trisha found herself watching the screen intently. She convinced herself that she was seeing something within the flash. She watched closely; waiting for something to show up. Then, what appeared to be words flashed on the TV. Trisha wasn’t sure, but she thought it said Be Sexy. That didn’t make any sense; she assumed she was just mistaken. She continued to stare into the screen. The words flashed again. Be Sexy. She needed to know what they said. Trisha looked down at the dress she had picked out. It was this cute little black number. It hugged her figure but still left a lot to the imagination. After all, she didn’t want Stuart’s friends to think she was some slut. Be Sexy. The words echoed through her mind. Trisha realized that dress wasn’t sexy enough for Stuart. She immediately removed the gown and refocused her attention to the screen. The screen remained blank for what seemed like an eternity. Trisha stared; desperately waiting to see the flash again. She needed to see it. Be Slutty. There it was! She knew it would come back. In her excitement, however, she failed to notice the words. Be Slutty. Trisha felt her hands glide along her body. She was a good-looking girl and Stuart certainly wouldn’t complain if she embraced her sexuality a bit more. Her hand slid inside her panties. She was already so wet. Be Slutty. Trisha knew she needed to be sluttier for Stuart. Her fingers slid inside her. She would be a slut for him. Another flash of pink. Be His. Her body already ached with arousal. She thought of Stuart. About how she would do anything to please him. The limo stopped and the door opened. Trisha couldn’t pull eyes away from the screen. Be His. The TV turned off. Trisha’s gaze shifted to the man standing outside the vehicle. She belonged to him. “Hello, Master.” -- source link
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