.at..the e..expen..expense of...my..my a..bil..ability to do anything?" I groan heavily, still deeply in pain from his roughness."He judges your value... slut, and only He shall decide your fate. He is God now, enjoy it." She smirks softly watching my body writhe and struggle in pain.He finally releases me after a couple more minutes of judging me. I drop like a pile of bricks on the floor, screaming in pain as the sudden releases hits me. He walks back over to his throne and sits down. He nods. The sight of helpless male genitals brings comfort to Mistress Suprema, and with her smile her hand twitches, adding a playful degree of tension to the leash.Though encircled in leather and leashed, Mistress Suprema insists that the stretched scrotal sacs hang freely until she herself tightens the connecting thongs, thereby sending her message of complete control and signaling the ponies to prepare to dig in and roll. With their sacs pulled back, it will not only be the buttocks that are. The two girls disappeared for a while until they were called down to eat dinner. They made funny faces whenever they looked at me. I knew that something was up. After dinner they helped clean up the table while my wife started the dishes. I was sitting in my favorite chair when both girls came in, dropped a deck of playing cards on the floor, and then proceeded to pick them up. Neither one of them were wearing any panties and they didn’t bend their knees either. Their miniskirts were up well. My height is 5 2″ and my figure is 35 28 34. My husband name is Yasir. He is a rich man with cars and a big bungalow, servants. Since my wedding night I understood that he will never be able to satisfy me as it took him only 15 minutes for the whole session. But our life moved on. I tried my level best to get satisfied with my husband. But after a year my husband completely lost interest in sex and had started giving lame excuses to me. I was getting frustrated day by day. One day when Yasir.