One hand for each pigtail. She smiled around my cock and nodded when I grabbed them. She moaned in approval as I pulled them causing her mouth to go d...eper on my cock. I started slowly pumping in and out. I gradually sped up and was pulling her down harder and faster until she was going from the tip all the way to the base. She moaned in approval the faster and rougher I got. I felt it coming. It was a long slow build up and it was destined to be a big load. I started yanking her hair harder. She grabbed the rope and lead me to a wall and told me to put my hands over my head and stand on my tippy toes. Hands go underneath my breast and lift me up. My wrist slide onto something, feels like a hook. I am lowered again, I can just barely reach the ground.There is a soft hand on my butt caressing it. Than all of a sudden there are three consecutive slaps on my butt and I yell in pain. I than feel something cold down my back, scissors again? No, it cannot be. They feel like cold nails. Why was I doing this dangerous and odious thing? That was a question I couldn't answer even as my stomach clenched up from the nerves. But I knew I couldn't back out, not now. I'd do it. I was being driven by something inside me, something I didn't know, something I don't think I wanted to know, something dark that I was afraid of."Turn left," she said, and I did, obediently. Isn't that odd? I refuse to listen to the collective wisdom of society but I'll obey every little whim of a talking. On the walls insetpaintings alternated most effectively with mirrors and panelling, andthe ceiling was decorated with tendrils of vines spreading over agilded pergola.He turned to see a tall woman enter the room. He had expectedsomeone older, but she was much younger than his mother, verystriking, with luminous blue eyes and straight blond hair croppedjust below her ears. Her lush figure was set off by a clinging, deeppurple skirt and blouse, and above the pronounced dip of d?colletagearose a.