I don’t know if it was an original thought I had tickled to the surface or a planted desire she was accepting as hers. It didn’t matter. I had her... Now I was going to take he into even darker recesses she certainly never imagined. From this point forward, I was going to twist and reshape her brain to my will. If I did it well she would never know the difference between what was truly hers and what I had given her. I was going to blacken her soul. ‘You can be my slave only if you admit. "You should be thanking me, slave." I smiled down at him, and set the floggeraside, then reached for a riding crop. I approached him again, and stoppedwith the tips of my shoes next to his face. "Thank you, Milady." His voice was muffled as he still had his face pressedto the floor. "Kiss my feet, slave, show me you appreciate what I'm doing for you." Heturned his face to one side and kissed the side of my shoe, purring quietly…Iwatched the crimson sweat trickling down his back along his neck,. We had decided that this year we would just stay home and enjoy our vacation week, hanging out in the pool and watching movies. No work, no schedules, and since we were staying home, no crowds or traffic to contend with. Lying there on the pool float I was thinking how this was just about perfect. The only thing better would be if I had a girlfriend to hang out with instead of my Mom.It had been a few months since I broke up with Jill. We had been dating for about six months and we had gotten. I stand on trembling legs, feeling my cum dripping from my pussy as we kiss once more. When he pulls back this time he tisks slightly looking down at my body before pulling his shorts up and walking out. ‘Shit! Why’d he stop?’ I whimper and move to the door locking it, panting and moving to the mirror. My body shakes as I bite my lip looking at the slut in the mirror, I grin just slightly as my core clenches. I can still feel his thick shaft spreading me open.I move away from the mirror and go.