Chapter 8
Wanda had me.
And, I knew, there was nothing I could do about it.
I was her prisoner for a change, me, the great and all powerful Alice, was going to have to submit to her!
She started to remove my clothes. "I want to see it," she said to me. I knew what she was talking about ... She meant my own brand.
The one I wore on my ass.
The one I'd worn proudly, once upon a time.
Now, as she methodically took all of my clothes off me, until I was down to my nothing, she stared at me, front and back.
Especially back.
"All right," she said, "Let's see what you've got...."
I turned and let her look at the scar.
"It's so beautiful," she said, and she bent down to give it a kiss.
I loved the feel of her lips on it!
I loved the way it tasted.
And then, she was taking me by the hand and leading me back to the bedroom.
She knew where it was.
Of course.
"Get on it," she said to me, and Idid as I was told.
"No, on your stomach...."
I shuddered at her command.
I didn't know what she was going to do to me.
But I could guess.
And it got worse when she made me lift my legs and bend my knees, so that I was giving her my ass, with my face buried in the pillow.
"Now," she said to me ... "I'm going to have to remind you of what it was about me you liked so much.
God!