We were happy and i did everything I could to make her and her k**s comfortable. I also had no problem with her husband calling his k**s. Things were ...reat for the first three years, we had our first daughter together, we were happy even though we occasionally argued and fought (the usual husband and wife fights).She started working in retail, she would tell me all the details about her job day to day. Then she started telling me about this guy she works with, and it sounded like she likes him.. It was the face of a man who would do anything and not care, no matter how much carnage he left in his wake.But his eyes were so much worse.Black but for the smallest slit of red down the middle that I could scarcely make out only because they were focused on me. Eyes gone dead, without the slightest hint of recognition. But still, they were beautiful."Talon?" I breathed hesitantly, hoping that his name or my voice would bring a response. But nothing happened; he just hovered a scant inch from. Mistress then pulled my head back and a rubber ball gag was yanked tightly into my mouth and buckled up securely. This was fllowed my gaffa tape around the gag and back of my head to keep it in place.Wow i thought, she's really going for it tonight! How kinky!At this point Mistress K lowered the music to a dull thud and i was very excited as to what was next. Mistress straddled me accross my back and lent forward until i could feel her breath in my ear."i know about you" she whispered.."i know. In this story, i am to take the experience it even further. i'd have a very hard time whipping a female sub, but the idea of whipping a male sub is almost impossible for me to swallow. i have always thought of Men as Dominant and as such, they should be worshipped and obeyed and revered. Here is a Mistress instructing me to inflict pain on the body of a Man, and i have to remind myself that he wants this. But? she makes me go first. She ties my arms over my head under a ceiling hook, and has.