Mistress ordered me to get on all fours on the bench. I said, “Yes, mistress,” and took the position. My hands were folded on the bench, and I was...on my elbows.Mistress tied my hands with a rope to the bench and my legs as well to the bench. Now I was on all fours with my ass out, gagged with panty in mouth and clamps on nipples. Mistress took the whip in her hands but then something strike in her mind.She went to the bedroom and came with a machine and some paper sort of strips. I was not able. Nothing happened for at least five minutes. My hard-on wilted. The crowd had become relatively quiet. I wondered what was happening and what was coming next. Was anything coming next? I became apprehensive. What just happened? Is that all? Was it over? It couldn't be over yet. I wondered why I had been left there so long with nothing happening.I couldn't stand it any longer so I asked, "What's going on?"Cory fired back at me, "Just be quiet, slave. Have you forgotten? We're on my terms here.. I ask her if everything is alright. She simply nods. I have already gotten a hard-on. I pull my shorts down and put it against her butt, between her thighs. I also stick my chest right to her back and remove her t shirt. I feel her entire body. Then I remember that I should give her some oral pleasure. I don’t instantly go down but I put my hands in her shorts and the in her panty. She is already wet. I rub her pussy, slowly at first and then harder soon. After some time, my hands are full of. I never considered his ethnic-based attraction offense because I loved getting my brains fucked out. It didn’t really bother me until he became more attracted to my personality and intellect. Everyone talks about how deeper relationships last, but what they don’t talk about is how lacking the sex becomes.By the time we married, he no longer saw me as his wild, Asian sex kitten. He was no longer my white knight in shining latex slinging his sword in defense of my sexual needs. All we talked.