The storm had left a warm and sunny November morning, similar to our autumn weather, almost too good to bear. The tiles inside the front door had a mi... of water covering them and the carpet around them was saturated. Luckily, from my late parents estate I'd inherited gross quantities of daggy old towels, which soaked up most of the excess. I opened both the front and back doors to allow a breeze to circulate and threw the wet towels into the washing machine to spin dry. T hoped that the carpet. But that is what I give to my Master. I give him the right to choose what I need. It's true that most of the time we agree anyway. I wouldn't be here if we didn't. So when he tells me he is going to use something on me, I know he will 'warm me up' before using it with any force. I know he won't actually hurt me. And, to my delight, most of the time I get no less than I deserve.So when I talk about being marked, I don't mean being beaten black and blue. God. I can't imagine what that is like,. Before us stood Arabella, smiling as her gimp waited patiently on all fours. A curtain divided the cellar and the women applauded as Arabella swished it open.There, in the light of two small frosted glass windows, hung a silky noose from a central beam. Below it a simple three-legged stool with legs no more than eight inches long. A small black enamel dish on the floor was the only other object in the cellar. Arabella walked her now quivering gimp close to the dish, and had him squat on his. " I uttered. "That's good babydoll. That's good." She switched between each testicle.Putting each in her mouth. She went back to sucking my cock. The last time she blew me, her mouth got sore. I told on the way home to alternate between sucking and stroking. This she did. She would suck my cock, then when she felt her jaw lock up,to use her hand. My cock was rock hard in her mouth. My hood was a deep red as she sucked me off. She was blowing me like no one else has done before. Even Patty.