Well open, M whipped me for long minutes with his flogger, insisting on the buttocks, between the buttocks and viciously seeking to reach my cock to t...ar me out a cry. To spice up the session, M put me her metal clamps with rollers' to his mark, on my nipples and the brake of my penis. She told me that she loved to see me working like this, naked, my buttocks red, the clamps swaying to my nipples and my cock which was stretched with excitement. M insisted that I should keep my cock tight for. “I want to fuck your sissy ass hole.” He said. “I want you to be my cum bitch.” “But” I stuttered. “Yes, your faggot ass is going to be fucked.” “Now pull you clothes off and bend over.” Slowly at first I removed my clothes as he got a jar of petroleum jelly from his dresser drawer. “Take a pillow and put it at the foot of your bed.” I did and he told me to bend over it and spread my legs. Laying face down and spreading my legs, I felt him put a large glob of petroleum jelly in the crack of my. One Mistress was so fascinated about the level of pain fresh hold my nipples can manage; she freed one hand from its restraint, oiled and demanded I apply my own nipple clamps, insisting on a perfect horizon when secure. It took a good slippery 20 mins to apply the clamps to Mistresses exacting standards.Part 2 The duration When the initial pain resides and the body works well over time to remind the wearer of their presence. The pain creeps over the body. Draining its strength as it moves. My wife was not in the bed next to me so I just assumed she started on breakfast already. As I walked to the kitchen it was pretty dark still and just the lights from the stove were on. My eyes focused in that direction and that's when I seen my wife cooking. She was totally bent at the waist with her head in the stove, I think she was making muffins. I had no idea why she was wearing my sons long T-shirt but I didn't really care either. I approached slow and stealthy, my goal was to totally.