She removed the gag in one quick jerk and said “Kiss my boots!” and I quickly started kissing and licking her black riding boots. “Ass up when y...u worship me!” And then I got it: blow after blow of Her riding crop on my ass. “This is to remind you of what You are and who is control!” I lost count and could only think of licking the boots of my new Mistress. When She was done She pulled me up at my hair and order me to stand with my legs spread apart and hands behind my back. “We will learn you. ”“Then don’t get silly about your hair. Now, what do I need to change?”She had me nose to nose, her blue eyes piercing my soul. “Nothing at all.”“So that works for you but not for me?”“Oh, you know what I mean. I just want to look good for you.”“You’re my little bit of perfection, baby.”“You treat me like that in public, Jay. Don’t think I don’t notice.”“Then why do you carry on about wanting to change?”“I don’t want to change, but I would, for you.”“I don’t want you to change a thing.”“Well,. He liked the look of his mark on her young body. Now he knew why men whipped their women with a belt and left welts. It made the cock real hard.He spread her ass cheeks far apart and looked at her sweet ass hole. His finger traced around the pucker and then his mouth found it. He kissed her pucker then licked it. He got it real wet then inserted his finger. She screamed and he laughed. "You will learn to love this. I love to finger the ass as I lick pussy." He finger fucked her ass even tho he. THAT conversation could go on all morning so I fixed myself some cereal and sat at the table, watching the morning news on the little TV we kept in the dining area of the kitchen.By the time I finished my cereal, my mom was STILL on the phone. They seemed to be talking about one of my aunt's recent home sales from what I could gather hearing only half the conversation. My Aunt Linda was a realtor who managed to remain a top seller even in the housing market turndown we were in at the time. Of.