I was so numb I didn't blink an eye at the two large blobs of skincoloured plastic she thrust into the bra cups of the corset. Blankly I stareddown as...she arranged the breasts, mybreasts! 'If this works,we'll get the ones that glue.' She glanced at Mark. 'Didn't you have anysmaller?' Heshrugged. 'I'm a big boy, dear and now she's a big girl.' He winked at butI continued to sit in a daze, waiting for what she was going to do next. Markdrank champagne, he forced a glass on both Belinda and. I could hardly breath, “Please, let me rest! My God, I can’t take it! Please! I need to catch my breath! Please stop!” My begging was falling on deaf ears, plus it didn’t even sound convincing to myself. I couldn’t plead without moan after each sentence. “Shit! Jeff, Brad, please stop! You’re killing me! I have to rest!” They quit Jeffery pulling out and Brad moved his hand, but it didn’t last long. Jeffery moved down on the floor and pulled me with him, impaling me on his cock in seconds. He. He laid his hand on my right breast and wrapped my head in the other After a time, he sat up and removed the spreader bar. He rubbed my calves. It was a strange sensation not having the bar separating my legs. I started to bring them together, but Master slapped my thigh once, a signal to open them. ‘THAT was so you could learn how far apart a slave’s legs should be. Put them back where they were and I will measure. However many centimeters off you are will determine how many clips you will. ...."All these remarks were humiliating and making me very, very horny at herdebasement. It did however mean I was falling deeper and deeper into subspace. It was then I heard the front door slam and realized herboyfriend had come home. I had to admit I was very nervous at meetinghim. I wondered if he was simply going to beat me up for being a faggot.It did not help that Mistress Samantha also tensed at his arrival.Nervously she ordered me to kneel in the centre of the room. I had onlyjust got.