Isabel - stahl.hart

Thursday, December 1, 2022, 9:21 pm.

 “How are you doing now?”

                           “ok. i’m still bleeding”

“Can I call?”

                           “not now”

“When?”

                           “idk when i’ll be home alone”

“lmk?”

                           “sure”

Saturday, December 3, 2022, 1:43 pm.

                           “i’ll be alone in an hour”

“Okay, I’ll call.”

Saturday, December 3, 2022, 2:51 pm.

“Hey,” Master B said when Isabel answered his call.

“Hey,” Isabel replied in her soft voice.

“How are you doing?

“I’m okay,” she said as her voice cracked a little. “I can’t do nothing and I’m still bleeding although it’s been getting a little better since yesterday morning.”

“Bleeding where?”

“My slit, mostly. And the scabs on my thighs and tits when I pick them.”

“And your ass?”

“It stings when I wipe, but it’s not bleeding much there anymore.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. As fucked as this is right now, it will get better.”

“I shouldn’t have taken you.”

“Why not? I really wanted it.”

“But look at what it did to you. I should have taken Tara or Jente.”

This upset Isabel. Why take his other girls instead of her? Were they better than her?

“I can do too whatever they can do, maybe even more.”

“They have a ton more experience than you. I don’t expect you to do what they do. If I had known that I would be picked to perform, I would have taken one of them. I just wanted you to watch from the audience and learn.”

“Well I did this and I survived fine. I will heal. Did I not do good?”

“No, no, you did great. That’s not it. It’s just that those other girls have more experience than you. You will get there in time.”

“What?” Isabel asked, annoyed. “Just because I’m new you don’t think I can do what they do?”

“That’s not what I said. Maybe it’s just a good thing you can now take more weeks to rest.”

Isabel chuckled.

“What?”

“I’ve found that my sore cunt gets super wet when I put my hair brush in there. I kinda like how it feels now.”

“Seriously, Izz?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to keep it kind of raw, my nipples and lips too. I can’t wait till I can have permanent rings there.”

“Just make sure you heal fully.”

“Of course I will. I want those purple and yellow bruises to be gone so I can play sports again. Or feel your hands there. When can I see you again?”

“Um,” Master B stuttered a little, “when is your break coming up?”

“In about three weeks.”

“The week after Christmas?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be away to London between Christmas and New Years,” Master B stated.

“With Taaaaraaaa,” Isabel whispered in her most annoying childish voice.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Let me check the week after that. How about... hold on.” Master B paused for a second while he checked the calendar in his phone. “Damn, that week is full too.”

“With Tara or Jente?” Isabel asked point blank.

“Christmas with Jente,” Master B conceded. “The first week of January I will have another girl over. You haven’t met her yet.”

Isabel sat up and stiffened. “The audacity! She thought, but she kept her cool and played nice while her mind wandered.

“So I won’t be able to see you until around your birthday,” she stated without really asking. “I won’t have any breaks or time off before then and even that weekend might be tough to get away.”

“It looks that way.”

“Can’t you come pick me up one day for just an afternoon?”

“I think it’s better if you rest and heal. We’ll see after that. So you have time to think about what you want.”

“But I alr..” Isabel started, but Master B interrupted her.

“I’m sorry Izzy, I have to go now! Tara is here. Just heal and take care of yourself. We can discuss later if it’s something for you to go to their level.”

Isabel couldn’t believe what she heard.

“Fine, bye” she said curtly and disconnected the call. Then she dropped the phone on her bed.

She was upset. Why was he like this? She had done everything to please him since they met. Instead of questioning her and telling her what to do, he should be proud an supportive. But instead he arranged play time with those more experienced sluts. Those bitches. She would show him. She would make sure she’d get his attention. She would give him his ultimate fantasy.

Isabel reached forward and picked up her phone again. She had an idea.

THE END

To be continued in isabel - RavageMoi – please, please use me like one of your french girls.