You glance down at your naked body, at the leather band around the base of your cock, and at the chain leading from the leather band to the Mistress's...hand. With every step you take, the chain moves against your body, making a small clinking sound, reminding you that you belong to the Mistress, that your body, your cock, are hers.The realization makes your cock stiffen in anticipation as you wonder what her plans are for you, what the night will bring. You look at her skirt again, aching to. The 'He' in question was her husband, 'she classified him as an internet freak', complaining she was being ignored, because of his online antics.I was sitting in their upstairs sitting are and he true to life was on the computer, in the adjoining room.'Dont listen to her', he called back, I just laughed, it was not the first time she had told me he had fantasized about fucking me, then being last summer on the beach, when I went nude in front of him, there was no denying it, as his cock. I did as I always did when I was present with my mother's friends and danced with each. All were married now except Polly. I danced with them all. Tammy Wagner was there at this wedding between her father and Melanie. She was as happy as could be when I went over to where the new bride and groom were talking for a minute and formally requested a dance of the young lady. She blushed all over when I complimented her on how she looked, but never hesitated when I swung her out onto the floor.Tammy. As they walked towards Mark house they began to chat and Alana began to warm up to her new master. Alana had always been interested in BDSM and after reading numerous stories and watching several movies she signed up to an internet dating site geared towards people who were interested in BDSM or had unusual fetishes. Alana never had the intention of meeting anyone off of it, but when Mark emailed her saying he was looking to train a new slave, she couldn’t resist. Mark was a doctor at a famous.