For my last present, it was extra special."We all know, you'll love this one," my friend, Mary said.I took the gift, and opened it. It was one big dil...o, and it was probably the biggest one I ever saw in my life."Holy shit, how big do you ladies think my pussy is? The size of the grand canyon?" I wondered."Well, not that big, but why don't you try it out?" my friend, Shana asked."You are joking, right?" I pondered.I looked at all of them, and they weren't joking. I was positive, because all of. From henceforth there would be no "him" and "her", rather only "Him" and "his slut". Slut would not be allowed to say, write, or think the words "my body," rather it would be "Master's slut's body."Master owns the body and He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants, and in whatever way He wants, with it. That last part "in whatever way He wants" was more that a little scary as it immediately brought up the question of ANAL. Slut had never had that type of intercourse and had no desire to. ‘I wouldn’t let him touch me,’ Ashira replied. ‘Are you serious? He understands what you went through, right?’ Jake asked. Ashira shrugged. ‘He knows I was raped, you called him and told him, but he expects me to be the same person,’ Ashira answered. Jake shook his head. ‘What a jerk,’ he muttered. Ashira looked at him sharply. ‘You can’t tell me that if you were engaged to someone and they got raped, you wouldn’t be a little bit hurt if she wouldn’t let you touch her?’ Ashira asked. ‘Of. I started rubbing them and she gave a soft moan which made my cock even harder than it was. She took her hand and put it on top of my zipper while moving it. She gripped my cock through the trousers and held it hard. Meanwhile I had pulled her long skirt to above her knees and my hands were rubbing and massaging her thighs. She had strong big thighs which I always loved in a woman. After a few minutes of this I had reached her pussy and was rubbing her pussy with my fingers, she tensed for a.