Like being dominated in real life.I look up how to find a master online. I find this site called FetLife. I create an account and search for dominants...near me. There's a couple. But one specific dominant draws out to me. Her name is Amy Woods. Yes, she's a mistress. Did I mention I'm bisexual? She also has a cock, which is especially appealing to me. I contact her, and she replies back immediately.I tell her I'm new to BDSM, and she says she would love to show me the ropes. We arrange to meet. ”“Ahhh, ok.” He was stalling. The old bastard was stalling so he could sit there across the room and watch me naked, looking for my shirt. Wait! Not only that be he had been watching me the whole time! “I’m just looking for my shirt and then I’m gonna get outta here and you’ll never see me again, promise!”“Well that would be a shame, beautiful girl like you, I hope we see you again. Here, let me help you look. What does it look like?” But honestly he was much more interested in looking at my. Looking ahead, he could see a bright, white light, which somehow didn't hurt his eyes. As he approached, he could see human figures in the light, beckoning to him."We're losing her!" said the nurse standing next to the surgeon.The surgeon continued working at breakneck speed. This girl had been very unlucky. He had seen people riddled with bullets survive with ease. She had only been shot once, but it might have done enough to finish her. "Just hold on, girl." he told his patient.Paul came to a. Our tongues met and played with each other for a while. when we released ourselves from each other I realised it had been a couple of minutes, Akash had refilled my glass and was also back in his seat. Rags however was far from stopping, she was now kissing my neck and unbuttoning my shirt. She started kissing my chest and licking all over. she liked playing with the hair on my chest, and I have to admit I am really hairy, till she reached my nipples. She licked on them, one by one, and then.