„... that you serve and please me for the rest of my life...“

I stare at her for some time. Is that what i want? Do i really want to serve Mistress for the rest of her – or my – life? Be her slave, her property, her possession, the next couple of decades? Thinking about earlier today, thinking about all those moments i felt loved and cherished like never before in my life, thinking of how good i feel when i see her pleased with me, the answer is easy: Yes, that's what i want. I want to get old and wrinkled at her side. And have tons of moments of joy for both of us until then. But then again, there are those moments i don't know whether this isn't all too much for me, like the auction or when i had to fuck the 20 guys. And let's not forget that asshole who sewed my pussy shut. It still hurts when i walk and when i looked in the mirror in the morning i was shocked by the bruises on my tits and the puffiness of my pussylips.

„Yes Mistress. Thank you for letting me be your slave.“ I only realize that i cry when she wipes a tear from my cheek.

She smiles at me and that's all i need to reassure me that i'm right. We pay and head out, her hand on my back guiding me. I still feel a bit foolish in my schoolgirl outfit. But it also reminds me in a very nice way of who i am: a little girl who does as she's told.

We walk for some time, talking about this and that and finally we walk past a cinema and i remember the movie she and Jon made of me with the two guys.
„Mistress, i think i have never seen that movie you and Jon made. Is it good? Did the people like it?“
„Yes, it's a good movie and we got some good response. But i think if we did a movie now it would be much better. You wouldn't only suck and fuck, of course.“
„Of course not“ i giggle. But the thought of being fucked while i suck a cock arouses me. I feel my white schoolgirl's cotton panties getting moist.
„Mistress?“
„Yes, slave?“
„I would love being fucked by you, right now. I mean, err ... it's not that i'm demanding you to fuck me, i would never demand anything of you. You know that, right?“
She looks at me in a strange way. Did i just do something wrong?