Thursday, 13 April 2017
Flash Fiction Friday: Protecting her Master
Protecting her Master
As I pushed the front door open I was greeted by the sight of Sasha, the maids, perfect, lace covered ass, stockings and suspenders.
“Is everything okay, Sasha?”
“I'm so sorry, Sir.” Sasha replied, jumping to her feet. “I wanted to get this cleaned up before you got home.”
“What happened?” I asked, noticing the light red pool on the floor.
“I promised I would do anything to serve you, Sir, so when he broke in armed with a knife...” Sasha whispered, beginning to sob. “I didn't mean to kill him,”