”You hesitate slightly – then walk to his chair. Carefully, you place yourself across his uniform pants – your legs on one side of the chair, yo...r arms on the other. You turn your head slightly to look at me, biting your lip in anticipation.“Well, Sir,” I say slowly. “As you know, my wife has been a very naughty girl. And for that reason, she has demanded to be punished by you.”The general nods. I wait for a second before giving the official order:“The punishment may begin – now!”The general. It was odd because both stories he read were about pizza delivery boys, persons, or whatever was politically correct at the time… men in his case he guessed. Of course what made it odd was that Harry was a pizza delivery man so in all likelihood he was stuck in the middle of a pizza delivery story too, making that the third of his day. On occasion he imagined himself working as a pizza delivery man after burning out as a CEO of some multimillion dollar company where he was never happy and. The first picture had myattention straight away. It was a muscled black man his monster cockdangling semi hard between his legs. But it was not his cock that got myattention more the leather bondage outfit he was wearing. It wasdefinitely a dominant male and pose, Mistress Shelly obviously knew howto push my buttons. I felt my cock starting to get hard and knew I was introuble. The following pictures were all of semi naked dominant males andof course pretty soon my cock was rock hard and. "Put your hands behind you and then bathe my feet," she said ascasually as if she were asking for a cup of coffee. I was either stupidor totally confused."Bathe them with what, Miss Fiona?" With your tongue, of course, you stupid little slut," she snarled thisat me.I must have hesitated a fraction too long, because she leant forwardand slapped my face, not hard enough to mark, but badly enough to makemy head spin."Do it now!"I bent forwards and began to lick her foot. I began with the.