?Do your nipples hurt, Rita???Yes Master!??How much do they hurt???A lot, Master!??Would you like me to take them off, Rita???But you’ve been a bad ...irl, right Rita???Yes Master!??But that means I should leave them on to punish you, right??Confused silence. I scratched the tips of her nipples with my fingernails. The clamps had already made those hyper-sensitive, and she shrieked at the slightest touch.?That’s the second time you’ve remained silent when I’ve asked you a question, Rita.??Sorry,. His fingertips were brushing along my throat, pressing gently to the side to turn my head to let his lips travel against my cheeks, my jaw, throat ... There it was, that pure fear, that genuine gasp for air but he didn’t stop this time - I didn’t stop him. He pulled back, leaving the sensation of that rough stubble burning my skin as if he had used paint to mark a trail and he looked at me as if to ask if this was okay.I didn’t stop him.I won’t stop him.His fingers massaged my arms, squeezing. She said a friend at work had it done and she thought it would be a surprise for me since I was taking her on vacation and that she would fuck me and fuck me on vacation. We talked and I told her she would be my slave the entire time we are on vacation, she would have to do everything I instructed to do and if not she would be punished. She agreed with a big smile on her face.The first day we arrived in Jamaica and go to the resort about 11:15 AM. We checked in and went to look around to see. Its thickness caused me togasp out loud as the two men seated me on it. It was impossible to guess whatthe dildo was mounted on except that it was a low wooden pedestal of some kindwith a place to secure my cuffed ankles so that my feet didn't quite touch thefloor. "Well, hereshe is, boys," Mistress Emma said. "What do you think?" There was animmediate chorus of approval from the three men followed by one of them whoasked Emma what she wanted to drink. She asked for a scotch and a moment.