She rolled off satisfied… or so I thought. She was panting and seemed tired but managed to say, “Do my ass now!” So I got up behind her and star...ed to carefully fill her pretty little rosebud. I started to slide it in inch by inch when suddenly she shoved back on it. I took that as a good sign. I started to fuck her ass. I was slamming into her with my hands around her hips. I always loved this girl as a friend but I never in my wildest dreams expected this from her. Apparently she liked it. He picked it up and walked over to me. He stood near my legs; he swung his driver like he was at the golf course. I felt the driver connect with my testicles. The pain I felt knocked me unconscious. Sometime later, I awoke again. This time, my ears were no longer covered. There was blood on my chest, penis, and legs. My master was watching me. He said that he had administered 25 strikes of the cane on my penis for each time I had came during the night. He said that I had been erect during most. I kept them closed tight and even though I could feel the roughness of bristle I pretended it was the waitress giving me a little something extra. He slid his mouth up and down my rigid member as he held on tight to the base of my shaft and then pushed on further into my underpants to cup my small tight balls in one hand. This was fantastic and I didn’t want to end. I didn’t want to cum. I wanted a vinegar stroke that would last all night. I looked up to see porn girl getting a face full from. I got hard just by listening to her voice. When I arrived home the instructions were almost identical to last week, with one exception. She had a collar for me to put on. So by the time she got home I was kneeling there, naked but for a pink leather collar with the word, ‘Cuckold’ engraved onto a silver plate at the front of the collar. As she walked past me she said to her partner for the night, “Beau, that’s my husband, Joel. He is my cuckold.” Again I heard the sounds of sex before I was.