She was moaning softly as her arousal surfaced then with a small cry announced her orgasm, followed shortly after by my own. I collapsed on top of her... letting the delicious feelings subside for a moment before rolling off her. We rested for a few minutes, kissing each other lightly as our hands outlined the curve of each other's buttocks, occasionally finding their way into the valley as if to check the wetness to be found there. Soon we both felt the rising need inside our bodies, and she. 'Black is better.' Chant it. It is your new life mantra..." The wicked man She chewed on her bottom lip as she heard the ringing sound of his belt unbuckling. The purr of his zipper. Then, as his ebon monolith ran along her glistening, pink sex, she couldn't help herself. Moaning softly, she gave a soft yelp at the slap on her near-naked ass. Then, trembling, she began rolling her hips against him. Her tenderness caressed his shaft as she teased them both. Her fiance to be had been her first.. I was led through into another bedroom, where all his implements of pain and pleasure were and in the middle of the room he had a wooden stockade, to which I was immediately led to, and bound tightly, with a series of velcro straps and handcuffs.My legs were pulled open very widely apart and strapped to the posts and I was bent over a waist high bar and handcuffed downwards onto the floor, completely imobilizing me, and from this stretched and slightly uncomfortable position, my clothes were. The cheeks of my girlfriend would have to be beaten soundly by my faithful rattan rod. It never, ever let me down. "I said to fetch the cane, Yasuko!" There was a certain reluctance on her part. That only confirmed to me that I had made the right choice in selecting the cane. "Jump to it!" I ordered. She returned looking sullen, holding the beautiful rod of correction in her sweet, manicured hands. It was kept in a drawer of a dresser in our living room. I oiled it regularly, to keep it supple.