He stepped behind her and let go of the lead. “Undo your coat, slave,” he said quietly into her ear.With all eyes on her, she slowly unbuttoned he... coat and then put her arms back down by her side. Removal of the coat reveal a bra which was just strips of material which crisscrossed her breast on either side of her nipples and she had on a thong which was a small bit of material just covering her pussy. Lucy’s nipples were hard and firm showing her excitement.Michael took the coat and then he. When he groaned, stood up straight, I pulled away for a bit, letting him know that we had a long ways to go yet. His big beautiful cock was bobbing a few inches in front of my face, and several times brushed up against my chin, cheek, eyes, lips or forehead, leaving a trail of precum and my saliva. My own seven inch cock was rock hard and throbbing, but this was not about me. This was all about him. His pleasure,but also somehow my pleasure through my servitude of him.He seemed to understand. Mike had already experimented many times with cross-dressing in the security of his apartment bedroom. He dug in the special place at the back of the bottom dresser drawer and produced the items Doc. had specified. He wished he hadn’t: thought the ruffles on the back of the black panty were so cute when he bought them, or that he hadn’t picked black stockings with stretch lace tops and a seam up the back. At least the lace garter belt was small and would be hidden beneath the panty. Finally the. Please let me go. Please stop. I have had enough.” I was desperately begging her to stop. But I knew this feeling of panic having experienced it many times before. Such is the life of being a masochist. You know fine well that after the event you have a really good wank remembering your ordeal. “Do you think back in the old day's prisoners were shown mercy, that the birching would stop because it was too painful? Of course not! Six strokes you requested and six you will get, except that you.