You steal lingerie from a Mistress, this is the way the dice will land.At least Kelsey was good humored, helping him to get ready. She caught apeek of...his bra; the very same one he had stolen."Is that the only one you have?" she asked.He nodded, wondering where this would end. Would he end up with more?How far would Mistress Brianna go in punishing him? He'd barely sleptlast night at the prospect of going to work in a blouse. What else wouldshe have him do?"Look at those bags," Kelsey said, and. Crack! It hurt. “You're making your point,” I told him. Crack! “Not so hard,” I said. I pleaded. I negotiated. Crack! I started crying. I was insignificant. He was going to whip me, humiliate me, and leave me. I went limp. I accepted this. No, I approved this. Crack! Please spank me again, I thought. As long as my worthless ass was under his hand, he was still here with me. He stopped then. He rubbed me, which stung a little. I couldn't see him. What was he thinking? Was it over? I shifted on. She could feel it now rising up her throat, at the back of her mouth. Her lips parted like she was going to throw up words and her head nodded in the same relentless dance as her hips. Drool leaked from her open mouth and she felt the electric current swirl inside her mouth. It was as though her body was constantly in the grip of preparing to orgasm. She didn’t cum, but she was kept on the edge and preparing herself for the overload when it was about to happen. Ellie could feel the electricity. I decide it’s probably a good idea to stay out of sight while I wait for chuck, so I duck into an alley with a view of the gas station. I step into the shadow, letting my eyes adjust, verifying no one is here with me. Just as I’m satisfied that no one is here with me, I hear a low gruff voice from behind a dumpster.“This alley’s taken mate, get out before I bust your kneecaps.” Is what the voice says, before I hear a loud bang, like someone beat something hard on the side of the dumpster. I.