Swimming in the Ocean

My Mistress called for me. I ran to her at once. She stood in a wonderful island, close to the ocean. We were waiting for somebody, who did not arrive. I was kneeling at Arta's feet, silently.

Arta's voice broke the silence. She decided not to wait any longer and we went to the ocean. My face and breasts still were covered by sperm of strangers. My hair was dirty, like my mind. I still felt penises in my mouth. My Mistress ordered me to go to the water and wash off the dirt from my body.


I ran to the ocean. The warm waves stroked my body. I washed my body and my hair very carefully. My body became clean and I felt better. I was sitting in water and stared at Arta who stood on the beach and my mind calmed down slowly. Arta called me. I sat down before her and she washed my hair. Her wonderful fingers ran over my head and tickled my hair pleasantly.

Then my Mistress leaded me in an escort club. My heart beat in my throat. She examined me and leaded me out of the club. I felt that she was disappointed. I wished I would had been able to explain why I did not want to work as an escort. I was not sure if I could, so I remained silent.

My Mistress was wonderful and she allowed me to go to bed. She felt that I did not want to be an escort. Maybe she asked me about it, once. Then, maybe I would be able to explain the reasons her.