I had serious apprehension.“Answer me, Whore!”“No…” My voice cracked. “I…”“Silence, slut!” Kurt bellowed with rage. “You will ad...ress me op, Master. Know your place.”Holy Hell… What did I get myself into? The room went black as the blindfold was secured. It was dark and quiet. Time passed and nothing was happening yet. Then suddenly, I felt something extremely cold on my nipples; it bordered between pain and pleasure. I jerked from side to side testing my bindings. The tingling cold sensation. Grandpa never complained and I would wiggle and squirm a lot. It felt best when I would do it in my pjs or just in my panties.A few time, I caught him in his underware napping and I would come into his bedroom and call to him. If he dind’t answer, I would pull open his underware and touch his penis. If he did answered, I would jump up on the bed, wrestle with him, and then sit on top of him, talking to him. As we talked I would scoot down until I was sitting on his penis. I would start. And then," Joani looked seriously and directly into his dark eyes, "I want you to whip me - I have fifty different kinds and types of whips from which I will choose the ones you will use. Do not whip me too hard, but forcefully enough for me to know that you are capable of dominating me! OK? You can raise welts, but do not break the skin! But do make me scream! I will resist you at first, but you must keep whipping me until I scream with pain...and after I begin to scream just keep whipping me. The crate was too big to get through the door so he eagerly opened it on the porch. Inside were several large devices made of wood, once he got them out, he knew what they were: stocks. Stocks like the pilgrims used, stocks that you put your head and arms through and get locked in the town square. And another set of stocks with two holes, about the size of Angie’s ankles, spread very far apart .He knew want Angie wanted. It thrilled him, and he would add his special spin to her fantasy. .