Isuppose thinking about it, I wanted an explanation to why he was likethis and for another, he actually looked quite nice dressed that way." Did he?" ...h yes, apart from being a bit hairy, he really looked the part." Looked the part as what?" Looked the part as a woman of course." So what happened next?" Well, obviously he was all remorseful and he really felt guilty, havingbeen caught. He also said he was sorry and he would leave and I wouldnever see him again, if I wanted and all that but, he. Your nails dig into your skin as you pull harder on your asscheeks, trying to spread yourself open even more. Tears slip down your face as your cheek rests on the cold marble. You welcome the pain. You know this is punishment for making Master worry like you did, and you know you deserve it. You find yourself hoping he does it again when you get home so you can use your hands to push back against him. Taking it deeper and harder. Making it hurt even more. All the better to teach. I slowly lean my head towards yours and I can’t wait any longer. Mid sentence you pause, smile and close your eyes – after first checking to see that I already have. Our lips touch and the contact brings with it nearly the force of lightening. I’ve kissed before, you’ve kissed before. But we’ve never kissed after months of phone conversations, typed words and e-mails. We’ve never had a kiss after such a lengthy period of trying to get used to someone, getting so close, developing feelings for. He had asked a few women before her if they were interested in a private role-playing chat, but when he pitched his idea, he received many rejections with strong uses of profanity, or just no reply. When he clicked on her name for the private chat, he expected nothing less than what he had gotten from the others. He was pleasantly surprised at what she agreed to, and had no issues with what she wouldn't do, even in the safe fantasy of role-playing (no rape.) He gave her a pseudo name and asked.