The next day when I arrived at the hotel I entered the room unannounced to find my slave jerking his big hard cock."What are you doing bitch boi? How ...are you start without your Mistress!!!" I scream at him and he jumps and cowers."On the bed on all fours ass in the air BITCH then don't move!" I command my naughty slave.I take the new bag of toys I have brought with me into the bathroom and dawn the attire for my very bad little bitches punishment. A black corset making my tits look huge and a. We were at the point of pushing the boundaries of what we were doing. There wasn’t much that I could ask her to do that she would say no to.It was the morning of our wedding, and we were separated in dressing rooms at the opposite end of a small building. The only thing separating our dressing rooms was a twenty by twenty entryway. We had both been in our rooms for about an hour and I was already dressed. Mike and Jon were in the room with me watching the football game while waiting for our. Some silly argument came up between me and Judith and I just knew I was right. She wouldn’t hear any debate from me and was adamant about her position to the point that she started suggesting silly bets on the outcome. Firstly she suggested cash, but we both knew that we didn’t really have any so the winner wouldn’t be rewarded. This moved on to doing chores and then slavery for the rest of the day, which she seemed very keen on and being as I was convinced that I was correct, it made no. "Yeah, how's that feel, honey?" I asked, taking the gasp as a sign of wild pleasure. But Emily didn't respond. Instead, she stared, wide-eyed, straight past me, towards the opening of the den. I turned around, and there, equally dumbfounded, was Rob the painter."Uhhh, sorry Mr. and Mrs. Scott," he stammered. "I heard a woman shriek, and I thought Emily may have fallen or gotten hurt. I'm so sorry to have interrupted."I looked at him, at a loss for what to say. Then, as I struggled for the right.