The Painful Welt was bold, demanding, and physically impressive, and my wife loved his dominance.Finally, the storm surge was a chance for the tornado...bold other man to knock up the submissive-to-her-boyfriend bride on her honeymoon, and the bride had just confessed that was the outcome she wanted and believed had just happened.It was a category five star alignment as impressive as the one at Grauman’s Chinese Theater. Our dark fantasies were indeed deep and twisted, and all the alignment fed. She shook her head, and indicated that I was to wait where I was. But my knees were getting weak. I stepped to the side and sat down on the chair. I lit a cigarette and decided to watch the show.Next she undid the knot holding up her salwar, and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp holding her bra. Her bra came off, but her breasts remained covered by her hair. Slowly she knelt down and came to me on all fours. Behind her thick hair I. I have black short hair and blue eyes, though I do have 8" which I am pretty proud of.Before my dad died I would work nights during the school holidays. Only 4 nights a week, but it was pretty tough on sleeping. I usually got home around 4:30am and got to sleep about 5:30. I've never really been a hard sleeper so I get woken up days by my aunt taking a shower at 9am. The bathroom is right next to my room, so I hear everything.After my dad died, I had a real hard time sleeping. This was. ” You move into the position you think I am asking for. “Wider.” You open your legs wider for me. “Perfect. Now cross your arms behind your back and grab each one with the other hand.” You do as told, grabbing each forearm just below the elbow with your hands. “This is your slave position. You move into it when I tell you and remain in it until I tell you. You will be in it, naked, a few feet in front of me, slightly to the side as you are right now, with your eyes down.” “Yes Master.” you say.