" It sounded goodto me, and her picture was a wet-dream fantasy come true. She was a tall,raven-haired beauty who was wearing a black corset that left...hermagnificent breasts on display. She held a leather paddle in her hands,and by her stance, it looked like she was impatient to find somebody touse it on.It was one of the most exciting pictures that I had ever seen on the net,and it wasn't even on a professional site. I screwed up my courage andventured a response-- claiming to be "a submissive. She could still feel its effects from the day before. She was consoled though by the fact that her day off was Monday. It was just three days away; just three days before she would feel his cock inside her again. Three days before she would feel his cock pulsating inside her again as it pumped its seed deep within. She had already planned to get away early that day and spend as much of the day as she could with him; she had already planned to buy some new lingerie especially to wear for him and. .. i had known sable's face from around town and seeing her in the club some nights.So i knew she liked the BBC...she had a cute face, wore bright red lipstick, with full lips and a cheeky smile.she had say B or C cup tits a small waist and a nice round juicy DONK.we were friends on facebook but never spoke,she was in a relationship.but one day i went out to the club on my own,met someone i know and they took me over to her table and introduced me.there was two of them at the table but Sable. The evening of moping on her master's bed had suddenly blossomed into a lovely girls' night for Holly."Of course! It's heaven!" But what do you like about it? I always figured being someone's slave would be one of the worst things possible." Not if you love your Master. Then everything you do, you do happily for them. You want to be given orders because it gives you an opportunity to make him happy. I suppose what I like most about it ... is the solidarity. No ... that's not the word..