Sometimes your disobedience makes me so mad that I want to chop off your balls and force-feed them to you. Fucking prick." My Lady is so wicked, I d...n't know that she won't do it. There is relief as she lifts her shoe, but I can feel my face stiffen in fear. The words fly from my lips, "Oh please, my Lady, please no. I'm so sorry to have fallen asleep. I beg you to forgive me, please. I won't disappoint you. Please, please my Lady. I worship you, my Lady." There are tears mixed in with. Let me tell you that names in this one don't matter, just the actions. This past Saturday night (September 3rd) I was at a club in Manhattan. Once in a while I like to go to a rave club because I know so many people there and though I am 54 the people who are MUCH younger than me like hanging with me. I don't know if it is being a retired firefighter and all the stories I have or just my Harley Hog. Anyway, I was in the club for about 2 hours when I saw these 2 punk girls walk in alone. I went. His arms struggled behind his back involuntarily, the thick leather of the binder stretching and flexing as he groaned and shuddered. She held his head firmly as the full length of her cock settled into his throat, her plump balls coming to a rest below his chin. She savored the full penetration for a few seconds before pulling out only four inches and plunging it back in, keeping the vast majority of her cock in his mouth and throat as she quickly transitioned to a fast paced fucking.“SUCK IT!. I was almost intimidated sitting down for dinner with Dr Theodorakis. It wasn’t the Doctor’s fault for he was exceedingly courteous and deferential. It was just that months of living a feral life on the island had left me ill equipped to deal with the trappings of civilised behaviour. We were sat at opposite ends of a long, polished walnut table elaborately decorated with silver platters, candelabra and floral displays. My place setting held a decorative table mat, an imposing array of high.