Whip me regularly, hard, and long.She’d told me that she intended to ‘un-man’ me. I’d never heard the term before and could only conclude that...she meant I’d be psychologically castrated. Subjugated to her Goddess-like rule. A rule that included corporal discipline and service to her and others. I could only aspire to serve her in some sort of permanent position.In my vivid imagination, I didn’t see us as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Slave’ - this seemed to role-playingly phony. I saw us, I guess, as husband. Losing no time, he found his way back to the Greeting Area and demanded that the greeter get him an interview with the Boss! The greeter pondered for a while over which would inflict more suffering; a contemptuous refusal or letting him feel the full weight of the displeasure of the Chief. But eventually he took the easy way out and kicked the problem upstairs (for modern bureaucratic practice is modeled on the diabolic paradigm). And the sand crab got his interview with the Boss.Things. She wanted to meet for a massage the next day, which was the weekend. Her husband was also out of town. But sadly I was abroad and was coming back only on Monday. I asked her to meet. She said, no it wont be possible as her husband will be back.But she wanted it very badly. So she agreed to meet on Monday afternoon at my place. She left home on the pretext of going to the office and came to my house. I went and picked her up from the bus stop. She was wearing a nice white salwar, wore big round. Jade looks down to see the live video of Hannah’s fingers moving faster, inside her tight hole, her clit is pink and swollen and with each movement she can hear the squelching of her own pussy getting wetter and wetter. She can feel her pelvis begin to thrust against the hand involuntarily, so turned on by the sight of her own vagina.But now it’s Hannah’s turn to take control. “It’s time to go to the playground” she says. Jade lifts her leg off the bridge, her whole body is ready to go over.