I needed Him. My Master. I felt the need. The unstoppable urge to feel him. For him to be in me. For him to use me. In any way He wants. I needed pain... I needed fulfillment.I needed Him.He ordered me to get dressed like a slut, because He adores to see me like that. Of course, there are also black boots, a mask on my face, leather cuffs on my wrists, collar around my neck as a proof of belonging - his dog.He tied me to the door of the bathroom, hands over my head. He took a single tail whip and. On one memorable evening I used a wooden paddle on Mandys big tits, the sort of little padle which has spiky plastic 'flowers' on one side. These look innocent enough, but are vicious. If you apply the plastic flowers to already paddle skin they will easily break the skin. Following a vigorous paddling with this instrument, Mandys breasts were bruised and a little blood was showing. I then took her into the bathrom and had her kneel in the shower as I pissed on her tits. The hot pee must have. I shifted the petticoat a little bit upside so that I can easily malish her legs. She was still lying on her stomach. Now I told buaji to bend her legs. I helped her in doing this.Now I can see her ass and pussy hairs and I forgot to tell you that she doesn’t wear a panty. I came to know about this last year, when I went to Bauji’s home and found that there is no ladies underwear lying between the clothes on the roof and also searched the wardrobe and found only bras, hurray no panties!I told. I must've torn everything in his shoulder because I heard it rip. I grabbed Natalie and walked out to my bike. Continuing my routine of what I did this morning and rode back to the clubhouse.As soon as I got there I line my bike up with the others and went to my room, and passed out, what a day it had been.Chapter 3.Waking up on Saturday, I got up. But a bit to quick as I was light head almost falling over. I walked over to the computer provided in my room an checked the school website. It.