She felt panic rising as I begin pushing her towards a sofa." Oh no ! Don't do this ! Please don't do this ! I push her onto her back on the sofa and ...ay on top of her. I clamp my mouth to hers forcing my tongue into her mouth.“Please. Please, I can’t. Please. Please. I can't .” “ Please, John. I wasn't serious I was just flirting.” Kate struggled furiously to relieve herself of my weight, but I held her down as my hands begin to roam over her body. " John, Stop," she sobbed. I ignored her. I've developed a checklist for each of the men I take to bed. A strict set of standards that have become sacred and imperative in order to maintain my self-imposed "lessons." Each partner must have the physical power to bring about the most pain, and have enough tolerance and virility to maintain long periods of terrifying foreplay before finally sating their own urges.I am not sure how or when I became a slave to sexual pain, but it's now more a drug for me than anything else. It brings about. Cameron's head began to move up, but Ellie held it in place. “What is she doing here?” I asked.“Serving me like a good pet,” Ellie answered, “she loves eating my pussy, don't you, slut?”Ellie let go of her head and Mrs. Cameron, not looking up or back at me, answered, “Yes, Mistress.”“Yes. Mistress, what?” Ellie questioned, lifting her chin up to look her in the eye.“Yes, Mistress, I love eating your cunt,” Mrs. Cameron admitted, hearing such words from her was incredibly hot.Ellie let go of. Taking her hint, he reached out and took hold of her.She heard the world drowned out as his hands covered her ears, each shaky breath through her nostrils suddenly louder. His fingertips sent tingles down the back of her neck as he buried them in her hair.Daniel was overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling. It was different in nature from his experiences masturbating, not only in intensity, but in the direction it was coming from. When he was by himself, he was always chasing pleasure down,.