But… you broke my will. That was when I knew for sure you were different. No normal human would have been able to do that. But you were calm and wea... when you were asleep so it was easier for me to get inside your head. But, I promise Ariana, I will never try to control you again.” She wanted to feel angry, she should. But she knew that he felt strongly for her, and he was being true in what he said, she could tell that much. “You said you can sense things about people,” she took a breath.. "Yes, Master," she said, her voice as hoarse as his. He gripped her hips and helped her lower herself onto him, inch by pleasurable inch. As their hips finally met, he felt her grinding against him, finally stimulating her clit, which had been aching all day to be touched. But, mindful of rule number two, she didn't linger there, but started to ride him, rising up on her knees, then sinking down and taking his whole length again. It was hard, because with her hands bound behind her, she could. The pace and pressure of my finger on my clit increased until with a groan I felt the familiar rush as an orgasm ripped through my body. I eventually managed to drag myself away from the shower and we got ready and headed to the photographers. He was a nice guy in his mid 50s called Jim. He immediately put me at ease. He explained that the pictures could be as reserved or as outgoing as I was comfortable with. He also told me that he would give me instructions to help me strike the best poses. Marshall is not there either, and neither is Paul. I have asked Paul if he sees the sessions, or if they are taped and he said no. He does know what happens in them, although, when he sends me, he does not know if Mr. Marshall will use me or not. It is so frustrating. If at least Paul could see me being whipped, it would at least count for something. I strangle a sob. I lift my eyes and Parker stands in front of me.In his hands, the whip.Oh my God! It is been a long time since he's used the.