"You obey, your juices trickling between your swollen labia.... you feel me step back a pace or two, and again there's the click and whirr of the came...a. You feel utterly slutty, wondering what I'm going to do with the pictures. The thought that your pussy might soon be available to view on the Internet dismays and excites you. "Stand." You do and I unzip your skirt, let it fall."Eyes closed, get on your knees." I help you keep your balance as you go to your knees. I walk around behind you, my. "Over here...can't you see me?" I said waving my hand. "No, not a thing." I looked around and found a Magazine on the sidetable, using all of my will I made the pages flutter. "I see that...do it again!" she said. "I'd like to, but I feel whipped out." I said "Maybe if I turn this back on." she said switching the Gabber back on. Like before I felt the soft tingle of pure energy bombarding me. "Is that doing anything?" she asked. "Sort of." "Hey wait there's a dial on the side, I have it set on. I helped them, of course. Together, the three of us had got the dinner prepared in no time at all. I noted that both girls crowded me, rubbing themselves against me, turning to do this, stepping past me to get that, until I was sure that our clothes would have been rubbed off our bodies if we'd kept that up.I know that Amanda's blouse was severely mussed, and most of her white bra was showing!Amanda's breasts were large and firm, and even though they were encased in a bra, I felt the points of. To be collared means that I am agreeing to be in a subordinate relationship to Donald. I will wear his collar as an outward sign of my deep commitment to him.” “His collar?” “It’s a leather or cloth choker collar worn by people who are either slaves or subordinates to a Master or a Dominant. Donald will be my Dominant or Dom for short and I, his sub.” “And that makes me…?” “You are my husband, of course. You always will be my husband, but Donald will be my Dom.” “And that means what,.