I had seen her have several powerful orgasms over the past few days, but I think this may have been one of the strongest, yet. Whether it was the toys... or the whole evening’s stimulation, Kat was learning that being under another’s “control” for sexual release could have great benefits, if the Master is the correct one.I let her recover, and then I carried her to the shower, and once again, picked her up, and had her put her legs around my waist and slide down on my cock. I braced her against. The daily routine I must carry outhas given me soft and flawless skin.I brush my hair. I do it by habit now. 100 strokes per day was thecompulsory minimum.I hear a noise and he enters the room. My jailer. My tormentor. Myhusband.He rummages in his sock drawer, and then he sidles over. I deliberatelyavoid looking at him in the mirror. He pushes hair away from my neckand kisses me there. I lean my head away to give him more to kiss.What can I do? He owns my neck. He owns me."You'd. "Uh, didn't someone promise me about ten days ago that this would be done in five?"For the first time, Basel looked a little sheepish. "Uh, well, yeah, I guess I might have said something like that. But there's one thing you have to understand about research Eli." Oh yeah? What's that?" All good researchers are optimists! Besides, you know we were letting our schedule slip. We've been spending our evenings getting to know each other."She shook her head dismissively. "I know. Still! Basel, you. All I did was stand there perfectly still with my arms down and cry.Pulling a towel from the cupboard and throwing it to the floor to soak my mess up, Ean moved to lift up my shirt. Like a sobbing five year old, I was a mannequin to his guidance. He lifted my arms up and they stayed up. He removed my shirt and bra and pulled them back down. I just quietly shed my tears as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped down my pants and underwear. Lifting each leg individually, he removed them from me and.