More straight sex (I know, weird that, coming from me, eh?) with domination. Not chasing a particular theme, it's just what I've got. The usual rules...apply. Enjoy. It's the same every time. The slatted wood of the doors swings wide, an open space beyond, in the Barn. Needles and briars beneath my bare, soft feet. He leads me here. Hand on the nape of my neck, walking just behind, controlling. I follow, ahead and obedient, though he sees for me. Into the Barn we go. The air. "What about him?" It's a dead end road, the only reason to go up there is to look forpoachers or lovers," Troy answered."Or people going to a creepy old abandoned house trying to scare thecrap out of their girlfriends on the eve of Halloween," Mack addedglancing over at Troy."Were you... playing with Jennifer's tits?" They are right here, man, I had to," Troy felt really embarrassed."Lean over here," Mack said gesturing him to lean in."No, I see you do that all the time to her, I am not. The outside of her left breast the current object of Myattention. The slap of My hand, the short flogger, the crop, a wooden spoon,all seeking out the same target. What was once pale white, soon becomes pink,then deeper reds begin to appear, raised welts, and even hints of dark blues.She twists and dances, squirming to the staccato rhythms I perform. She singsout, accompanying Me. A duet? Or is it really a solo? Never does she try toduck or dodge, even though I have left her eyes uncovered. She. As always, Mandy still wore the plug, and would in fact wear the plug until she got back to her flat and could take it out in peace.She didn't wear plugs at the flat, and the agreement was with Steele that this was fine.It felt like a long day and the drive back to her flat was tediously slow due to the impending bank holiday. Her bottom ached with the constant stretching, and she could barely wait to get home and get into a nice hot bath.Eventually she swung the Audi into a space, climbed out.