Your cunt and arse are mine. No one else is allowed to look or touch. You are my property and if you disobey this I will punish you severely.I will ne...d to have you prove yourself to me. You will come to me and submit to everything I wish to do to you, once you have done this you belong to me forever. Do not agree to this lightly because I am not the kind of man to mess around with. As my enemies have found out in the past. Remember this because if you are with me I will love and protect you. Or man. All man. I have a hairy chest. Hairy legs. I have muscles where my wife does not. I have a cock and balls hanging from between my legs which symbolizes my manhood. My masculinity. I can bench press over 400 pounds. I wear the pants in the family. But then, I taped a copy of this picture to the mirror. As I look at the picture I see a set of male cock and balls locked in pink chastity. I say male cock and balls but in reality I should refer to them what my wife calls them. Former manhood. If only she were actually there, and not just in the erotic theatre of my mind. I saw her again in line at Starbucks the next day. Same jacket, same boots, but now a pair of equally tight solid black leggings. These were sheer, allowing me to get an even better glimpse of her ass than I had the day before: perfectly formed round globes, tantalizingly visible underneath the sheer fabric. Yet again she ordered a pumpkin spice frappuccino. I wished that green straw were my rigid cock she was. .. I am a slut... I serve my mistress... Cindy heard the commands and ignored them as Anita covered her body with blows from the flogger. After too many blows to count, Cindy's brain started to shut down. The pain was intense, but instead of eliminating the arousal it only increased it. Suddenly the blows stopped and the vibrators started. The sudden shift from pain to pleasure took her by surprise. Her mind started to hear the commands. She was still resisting them, but now with all her senses.