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Samantha's Drunken Disobediencethis story is part of the FanClub (fm:male domination, 1785 words)

Author: Lord Nightwynde
Added: Apr 21 2008Views / Reads: 948 / 765 [81%]Story vote: 8.67 (3 votes)
Samantha continues to fight her old life as she accepts the new and drowns her sorrows while I am away with a bottle of tequila. I come home early and make her pay.
 


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For first time readers of my Samantha stories, I encourage you to not only enjoy this story, but read the previous works that explain how Samantha and I came to be. The first story of how we reached our interesting arrangment is told in Samantha - Revenge.

One of the habits of Samantha's old life that she still battled was her occassional use of alcohol to relieve her emotional pains when they arose. Alcohol consumption is strictly forbidden in my home. It is a drug to drown the concious mind and hinders solving of the problems it is used to whisk away. I had been away for a few days on business, and Samantha had been left to her own devices. She was allowed to play with only certain toys and only to a certain degree. Samantha was a terrible liar...at least to me. She knew not to disobey. I came home one day early, but late at night...sometime after midnight. It was surprising that the alarm system was not armed when I entered the door and I worried something may have happened.

Quickly, I went upstairs without calling out Samantha's name, not knowing if an intruder may be present. Upon entering my main bedroom, I saw Samantha passed out, holding my pillow, with a half empty bottle of Jose Cuervo on a nightstand. I am a creature of habit, and despite hating alcohol, I also hate disorderliness. The things in my home are expensive, but I earned them through hard work as I came from little. The spilled tequila on my lovely nightstand made me as angry as did her consumption of the substance. I gave her a slap on the face to wake ...

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