She doesn’t believe it but I show her the markings from the lube. Wow is all she can say. I ask her if she is ok. I know she is but I just put this ...ub into my submission for a long time now and we been here only an hour. I get her up undo her hands and take her to the mirror. I show her to herself. She is a totally fucked up mess, she doesn’t even know it yet I make her say to herself into the mirror repeat after me “YOU ARE NOW MY ANAL SLUT”. She repeats “ I am my Masters anal slut” I like. Karen lightly brushed thevery tip of her finger across Bridgette's erect button, which causedBridgette to shudder from the pleasure coursing through her body."God!" exclaimed Bridgette. "God!"Karen giggled. "God?" she asked."Oh, geez, you know what I mean, Karen. I never felt anything like that. Isthat what an orgasm feels like? God!" replied Bridgette."That stud muffin boy friend of yours never does anything like that foryou?" asked Karen."He sucks!" replied Bridgette. "I never feel anything. Is there something on my face? Is my hair a mess?”“No and no. Does it make you uncomfortable when I look at you?” Brian grinned.“No,” Trina plainly lied, “I, um, I’m just trying to get some of my own reading done and you staring at me is making me lose my concentration.”“What are you reading anyway?”“A textbook from my Gender Studies class.”“Maybe I can help you,” Brian said as he reached across the table. He plucked the book from her hand and read the chapter heading she had difficulty getting. He pulled out of her. This time, she expected him to continue with his belt, but again, he wasn’t working according to her expectations. It started with several strong slaps with his hands and then continued with a series of small, stinging bites, always on the same spot. She understood that he had taken up his plastic rod, a small, flexible tool she disliked. One bite of it didn’t matter much, but the longer he continued, the more painful and irritating it got, particularly as he continued to.