"I -- think -- it -- hit -- my -- nipple," he struggled to say against the agonizing pain."That is correct, slave. And how many points do I get for th...t?" One -- hundred -- mistress?" Yes, slave."She tossed another dart at him, and it hit somewhere near his stomach."Now, where did the dart hit, slave?" she asked again."I -- don't -- think -- it -- hit -- anywhere -- special -- just -- my -- stomach." Very good, slave. And how many points do I have now." I -- think -- you -- have -- one --. I kissed him so hard I couldn't breath. I forced his mouth open and tangled my tongue with his, sliding my other hand around and grabbed his cock over his jeans. I felt him jump under my touch, and I giggled though the kiss. He pulled away smiling, and I put my mouth to his ear, whispering. "Hey babe? Do you remember telling me about your fantasy? The one where you watch?" Nick had confided in me that his biggest fantasy was to watch me get fucked by another guy. After a bit of thinking on. It was then that I turned on the close light. Now this was some kind of a large walk in closet. It was much bigger than our master bedroom, so it seemed. What was I going to do now? I didn’t bring anything with me to tie her up with. Yes, that’s right I was going to fuck and **** my wife this morning at her open house event. When I thought about it and all the circumstances I got rock hard. Looking over the closet I grabbed a satin pillow case and tried various knots, wondering how I could use. And yes, we gave you two more inches than it looked like you had originally. Oh, and you have a minimum dose of nanites that will be with you for some time. No viruses or cancers for a few years at least. You would be in quite a bit of discomfort from a lot of the repairs, but you’ve been under for days, so most of that is already gone.” Cliff was in shock at the list. The weight loss put him below his Army Basic Training weight. His back had been a constant pain for years. His toenails? He.