“Breathe in wimp,” I ordered. “Mistress, he gasped, “I am.” A final tug drew the restrictive garment down just a bit more. “Comfy?” I mo...ked. “No, Mistress.” I smiled & gave him a little kiss on the cheek. “Perfect, you look so curvy & feminine, & that steel boning so improves your posture.” Dejectedly he nodded his agreement, as if he had any choice in the matter. “Now hurry on downstairs; Tyrone will be here for me soon & remember, he is Master Tyrone or Sir to you. I must finish dressing.”. I gently held her hand as she turned to leave. My hands were wet as I had just come out of the bath.She tried to free her hands not forcefully but playfully trying to twist and get away from me. I strengthened my hold and pulled her towards me. She backtracked slowly step by step. As soon as her ass touched my body, I hugged her from behind and touched her back with my lips.She whispered me to leave her but that sounded fake and as if she was dying for me to take initiative. She told me that. Taking a BBC seems to be an addiction; like K9 sex. You know that there will be pain involved (at least some) and you’ll be sore when it‘s over…you also ‘know’ that you want it so bad that you ache for it. I’d called in the part time guy that works reception for me. Almost as soon as he arrived, I grabbed my glass of wine and headed for the room. He was in bed, nude and waiting for me. The first thing I noticed was a small tent in the sheet; he was more than ready. We played, we shared some. ...Paul: And i thought i had issues!Birgitta: Enough with the " pitty party "! What's your decision? Will you have fun or remain in darkness?Paul: You know what? You are right! My father is right! I don't act as a new adult but as a frightened c***d and i want to bury this inner demon and for the first time in my life be really me.Birgitta: Then take off your clothes and lay on the bed.Paul: Will i have to take off my socks as well?Birgitta: I'm starting to lose my patience....Paul:.