You are striped of all rights and liberties other than what I give you." He places the collar on her and snaps it into place.The tears begin to flow f...om her eyes. All the pain, all the anger, all the sadness finally being washed away. All those years of whoring around trying to fill that empty void and endless night of drinking to repress the awful feelings deep inside. GONE finally GONE. Only tears of happiness and joy to finally fulfill her needs to serve and belong to another and to. Get hard! Get Wet! and Get lost in the world of Orgasms.This is a true story as narrated by one of the women in the relationship. The names have obviously changed. For any feedback do write to A little about me – I am a born and brought up Bangalorean with both my parents retiring as Civil Servants. I have an elder brother who lives in England.I come from a very well educated, dignified, upper middle class South Indian family. I speak Kannada as my mother tongue. I belong to quite an. She agreed that he could stop ifit became a big problem. The next morning he headed for thebathroom and was surprised to see his lips still bright red. He didhis thing, then shaved and managed to wipe the red off. Heremembered what he had agreed to the night before and looked at theshades of lipstick in the drawer. He found one that looked thepalest of the pinks. He put it on and thought that looked almostinvisible on his lips. When Tammy joined him for breakfast she told him he looked. I am wishing that it was my cock, instead of her fingers, that was thrusting in and out of her swollen pussy. I wish it was me that was making her moan with ecstasy. With my hand moving faster and faster along its shaft, and the other hand caressing my testicles, I look back at the beautiful woman pleasuring herself in front of me. Her fingers are moving faster. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Now with her other hand on the inside of her thighs. Her back is arched. Her eyes are closed. Moaning,.