I’m sweating and clammy, and a bit dizzy from the pain, as I pull the tights away, releasing my turgid member and the pain slowly faded.Huh. What wa... that dream about, anyway? I won’t need to be naked in school, so it’s probably not that worry that’s bothering my subconscious. Maybe I’m worried that the sight of naked girls will cause me problems, but the girls in my dream weren’t naked—or were they? The images of the dream were drifting away and as I lay there, I realized that couldn’t recall. I was shocked. Dallas would have been so proud to see how many times I’d cum so far. Shit, I realized suddenly I’d forgotten one of the rules. He had told me to count, but it had entirely slipped my mind. How many times was it already? Five? Six? I could make up a number and bring it to Dallas, but would he know I was lying? And how would he punish me for lying to him and breaking his rules. I sat in my room for the next hour, making sure to count every orgasm I had precisely, consciously. By. Drinking a glass of wine, perhaps reading. And yes as lovely as always. The long dark blue dress split on both sides, her legs crossed showing the top of her thigh highs, the long sliver chain around her neck accented her cleavage. The sight of her always took my breath away. I could feel the nervousness from the girl as her hand tightened in mine. I stood in the doorway waiting for Mistress to call me in. Her voice was soft and sensual when she spoke. "Please my pet show our lovely guest in.". I bucked against him, thrashing my shoulders and trying to push him backwards. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head backwards. “Keep still,” he growled. I flooded with wetness at the husky sound of his voice. “Bastard.” He used his grip on my hair to pull my head sideways and quickly ripped my choker off with his other hand before returning it to my arm. Then he kissed my neck, devouring me and sending surges of heat through me. My legs turned weak but his grip on me held me up..