Coming back to the conversation, Denise said, "I don't think much about anything anymore. There are times when I'm ready to just throw it all away." D...n't give up. You've worked so hard to get this far. It will get easier and the rewards will be much more tangible in time," Susan said."What kind of rewards?" Denise asked skeptically. Outside of a good figure, she couldn't see where Susan had gained much as a result of going through the program.Susan looked away for a second and then answered,. And then I am always punishedfor my stupidity, to show that I am truly a slave. I like to be the centre of attention, but I am weak, and it is better thatI am wearing a gag. It is always tempting to protest, to plead for mercy. WhenI am gagged I can yell as loudly as I like and I know it will make no difference.Wanda never discusses my limits with me. She just moves them when she pleases.She is right. I should not be trying to control the proceedings when she shouldbe dominating me. You never. We smiled at each other as I lay on my back, my cock pointing towards my head.He oiled me up and massaged my front touching everything exept my cock for the first 10 minutes. My hardon was raging and dripping too, aching for him to give me some more attentions. My body and limbs were tingling all over like I had been mildly electrocuted. I put my hand on my body to get some oil on my hands and proceeded to masturbate his hard cock with a sensual twisting as I came to the tip. He moaned each. “And you’re so tight,” I growled, pumping away so hard, loving the velvety grip on my cock. “Mmm, you are showing me so much respect!”“Yes, yes, yes, Officer Cindy,” she howled. “I respect you! I respect you so much! Oh, yes! Fuck my ass!”I rammed my cock into her bowels, my pussy clenching with every thrust. My crotch smacked into her welted ass, making her moan and her bowels squeeze down on my futa-dick. The friction burned even hotter, making me shudder.Pleasure rushed through my body. I.