If a girl's body were less then perfect, I would strap her in the fucking frame and then whip her raw. Perfection meant firm tits with huge aureolae a...d large erect nipples, slim waists and a round ass framing a perfect asshole and twat. If she weren't the stuff of wet dreams, if an artist could draw a more erotic body, then she wasn't perfect. If she failed the test she was whipped, not with the belt, but with a cane that left huge bleeding welts. A few upward slashes on tits and cunt lips. .. it has shown me that I was wrong to let jealousy and resentment affect me so much. I was wrong to be so paranoid. I have learned so much about being a Domme and a spouse, hell, a lover, from both Jason and Lacey. I shouldn’t have tested either of them, and yet they both passed the test, to my shame,” Melanie fought back tears, only to have both Lacey and Jason hold her close, intimately, even.“It’s nothing to worry about now. We’ve all learned more about ourselves and each other now. I’ve. I turn my head to reply and the next thing I know I am standing with my back to the wall and his eyes looking into mine with a piercing gaze. My answer is late, but uttered. "Good evening." After scraping my throat I politely ask him to release me. He merely states his reluctance to let something this lovely go free.I can't help myself from wishing secretly for him to not let go of me. The hungry look in his eyes, his confidence, his rough good looks combined with the pleasant pressure of his. He was naked! I looked. I could see his body, strong and muscular, and I could make out the shape of his long erect cock in the dark. I breathed in deeply and sidled towards him."God Lucy, you really are totally sexy tonight!"I was trying to think just what mother would say in that sort of situation. Clearly I'd never seen or experienced any of my parents' most intimate moments, but I knew them both pretty well. Obviously. I'd seen them being friendly, in the kitchen or the living room, even.