One push would have put me in traction for a month. The terror in realizing that he could and probably would penetrate me like that caused me to gasp ...nd writhe. He didn’t, though he seem to enjoy my torment.His cock slid lower between my legs and against my labia. I prepared myself for the worst. It was time now to take it.The soft head of his erect penis worked itself up and down between my lips and against my clitoris. For a moment, this revived my prior feelings. I felt my vagina get moist.. There was of course the blindfold occasion I've already written about, where he was directive about the start of the session. Even that time, we'd talked about me having visitors and being blindfolded, so I had an idea of what might be happening. Another time, though, I hadn't a clue that anything was planned. Just an ordinary Friday night, k**s gone to bed, and I was still dressed in my work undies (white cotton, if you were asking) and jeans/tshirt. When the doorbell rang, I started to get up. Master pounded the slave's ass with the paddle several times which made the slave whither in pain and jump. This only made Master spank harder. Master had the slave laying across pillows and folded up cover so that He could have its ass up in the air and it made it easier for Him to spank. Once Master was finished with that He told the slave to put its hands behind its back which of course it did. Then Master tied and bound the hands together and told the slave to spread its legs so that. A little after Dr. Phil came on at 5:00, I got some gumbo out of the fridge, put it in a small pot on a low flame and settled in to watch. Jeff came home around 5:30 lugging a heavy collection of books, muttering to himself. He put them down and met me half way, taking me in his arms for a yummy kiss. ‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘Than what?’ ‘Than my day. I’ve read the essence of the material we’re covering but the professors insist on going over it the way it’s laid out by their favorite.