She must have done something in the other room because I can hear them clicking louder and louder as Mistress comes near. She unlocks one restraint a... a time that keeps me bound to the chair. I now sit in my straight jacket and my hood which have become my uniform for the weekend. She pulls me up and pulls me toward the dungeon by my cock cage. Once there Mistress removes my jacket, and my gag but left the hood and the blindfold on. She attaches restraints to my wrist and lift my arms. Yes – I get this. He hits me across my hip. Then, moves in swift blows over my pubic hair, on my thighs, and down my inner thighs… and back up my body… across my hips. He keeps going as the music reaches a climax, and then suddenly – the music stops. And so does he. Then the singing starts again… building and building, and he rains down blows on me… and I groan and writhe. Once again, it ceases and all is quiet… except my wild breathing… and wild yearning. For… oh…what’s happening? What’s he. She moaned, she screamed, she blurted out filthy things. Then I pulled out, my cock glistening with her cunt juices. “Oh no, please don’t stop” I ignored her for the moment then decided to do something I’ve always wanted to try. With Sarah on her back, I pulled her stocking clad legs up and bent her back to the point where her knees were around her ears. I then slid my prick under the top of her stocking. Sarah must have sensed my intention and placed her hands on the gap of her nylons,. What I intended to do was set the mood with something sensual and aromatic. I placed lit candles around the room and then put on her favorite soft romantic music, into the player and set it on the shelf well away from the tub. You know, the kind of music that should have a label that reads; “romantic fucking music!” I walked into the bedroom stripping as I went and said, “My lady, the warm waters of an erotic shower await you!” Not to mention that my semi hard cock was telling me, “Hurry up.