Of course I'd watched films , and seen the treatment that sub boys got from a Dom or multiple doms, but I had no idea how pathetic it would make me f...el. I just wanted to get up, run back to the changing rooms, get dressed and drive home..but something kept me there, crawling on the floor like the worthless faggot so may guys were calling me.I made slow progress, but eventually made it from one end of the very large building to the other. I had taken verbal abuse of lots of guys, two or three. She had lied so it was possible that the other girls were lying also, but that didn't change anything. The tales, true or false, made her horny and made her long for the real thing. Karen had been fairly content for the first few years of her marriage, but the last four years had been frustrating for her. She needed more that just simple in and out fucking. She loved the feel of Jack driving furiously into her pussy, but he never gave her enough.Driving home Karen's mind kept replaying Becky's. We bath in the same king size bath tub and do many sex games. When I was 12 my breast began to grow and dad fondle my breast and suck my tiny nipples. My dad and mom taught me not to tell anything happening between us to anyone. So I did not tell anything even my best friends in school. On the other hand mom used to bath my brother and do the all funny thing with him as daddy. She always fondles or sucks his cock. While feeding, she fondles his cock and tiny balls while he sucks milk. She did. The tables turn, and suddenly you’re aware that what pain there is gets mixed with the pleasure in such a way as to intensify it. This is a new door for you. You didn’t know you were capable of this level of pleasure, and your mind begins to accept it (as your body already has!!)Suddenly I stop. “Well that should do for a warm up,” I say as I reach into a bag I’ve brought with me. I bring out a set of wrist and ankle cuffs, fleece lined, a length of rope, and 6 small gold chains. Trust me.