" What you want means nothing to me now, but I bet that you secretly dowant to wear this stuff."Kim told me to go downstairs and get a bottle of white...wine and somefruit, and that we were going to be up here for a while. I followed hercommands and went downstairs to the kitchen. I was in a panic aboutwhat just happened and how I could fix it. I came up with nothing. Iwas broke, with no other place to go. Plus she knew one of myhumiliating secrets and I was incredibly attracted to her.I brought. But I was just wondering about Mr Harris. He didn't join in completely but he did watch and wank; and I thought it at the time and I've been thinking about it ever since, something didn't quite add up.”“Well, he is a bit of an odd-ball, I agree. But what's bothering you, really?”“The fact that he watched his daughter having sex – lesbian sex – and that he masturbated to it. And earlier, it looked as she had been colluding in some game with him; she told me he'd sit in the corner as he usually. ? My jaw started to ache almost immediately,not being used to the gag anymore.? ?Good girl, now turn around so I can put onthe blindfold.?? Wishing I could ask himwhy, but in a way not really wanting to know, I let him blindfold me.? My world was dark again and it brought backall the feelings from the early days of being blindfolded all the time.? ?Clare, I suppose you have figured outalready that today is not going to be another training day.? Your prospective new Master is waiting foryou and. ” I plead, and you continue to slap me until I am wailing and writhing around, my hips rising up for something that is yet to come. You like what you do to me, it makes you feel like a great lover, and “that” you are, you are also a good person though, which hurts me more because it makes you more appealing to me. “Hurt me, I need it.” I whimper, and you know I mean it. Your hand is between my legs now and your fingers test my arousal. The slapping has done a fine job and already my pussy is.