I am the BDSM queen of LLa Land: fabulously rich and successful, fabulously versed in the ways of bondage and submission. In fact, fabulously everythi...g.I opened the House of Mischief in a dilapidated gothic mansion outside town some 10 years ago when I was just 30 years old and have been catering to the warped desires of the gentlefolk of this town – male and female, transgirls too – ever since.I try to employ smart, sensible girls as my assistants, but inevitably d**gs or boyfriends or just. David couldn’t wait for his parents to leave, he sat opposite Laura all through their evening meal, every time he looked at her she gave him a cheeky grin. By the time his parents looked in on him in the lounge to say they were going he couldn’t risk standing up and showing his stiff cock making a tent in his trousers.Once the front door closed behind them he waited an agonising five minutes, just in case one of them had forgotten something and turned back. Then he made his way upstairs. He. I would sleep with her one night; then sleep three nights with Kat. The first night with Kat would be one of recuperation, the second night I would fulfill my manly duties with my first wife, and the third night would be a night of rest. Ella to her credit; seemed to realize that there was only so much that I could take and controlled herself to a certain extent.To a third party it would look like I had the best of all worlds. With Ella my nights were filled with unbridled passion and lust, and. But she wiggled free. "I have to pee," she said. I sensed an opportunity."Well, what if I don't let you go?" I had kept my arm around her. When I spoke, the arm tightened. She started to struggle."Honey! Do you want me to wet the bed?" No, but I might want you to wet me," I replied. Her eyes widened in shock. I'd never breached the subject of the latest fetish to catch my eye. She'd responded favorably the first time I spanked her. She'd struggled then, too, but I prevailed and she came before.