She needed to get laid and this guy was nobody.She decided on her plan. She would play it coy, just two people of the opposite sex sharing a pizza. Sh... wouldn’t tell him he was dining with Courtney Hollings. She wouldn’t let on that she was going to fuck him. That would be a surprise. Maybe she’d get lucky and he would be on the phone with his bimbo when she knocked. She could watch him stammer and stutter. Would he tell her that he loved her before hanging up on her? Maybe. That would be. Going one on one in close quarters with a woman who is a masochistic nymphomaniac is no bed of roses. I began to regret removing most of the rings from her tongue; her mumbling would have been music to my ears when you consider the steady litany of complaints and pleading for sex that issued from her mouth. For the first few days she sort of rested up, regaining her strength; then it began. She started prancing around the house in the all-together, vamping me every chance she got. I'd. He pulled out the keys to her chains and unlocked them. It was a major relief for her. Yellow bruises had formed on her wrists and ankles.?Stand with your legs spread at the foot of my bed, whore.? He demanded. She did as told.?Face the bed.? She turned around and faced the bed expecting a spanking or something. She didn’t expect what came next.Mark went to the closet and pulled out some things he was going to need for her next punishment. He first made her put on a pair of her highest. ”“A mistress.”“Yes.”“Chan never needed to be paid to be with you. She adores you.”“And I adore her. But I helped her get her degrees. And she helped me immensely with research. I never paid her to love me.”“And Consuela?”“I don’t know, Nate. We’ll see.”“She is hot.”“Yes she is. How much does this bother you, Nate? Me being with other women besides your mom. Including mistresses.”“It’s always been like that. It’s like asking a man who has always been blind what’s it like to be different I guess..