. I begin slapping your tits with one hand and rubbing my cock against your cheek with the other. Alternating tits with each slap you begin to groan a...d rub your thighs together. You feel your pussy swell and grow hotter with each slap. I rub your blushing breasts to soothe the pain till the next barrage. You close your eyes enjoying my tender caress. Cupping your sore tit in my hand, gently rubbing your nipples between my fingers. You let out a breathy moan and then I start slapping your face. The idea of being a submissive was not a new one to Jenny. She had fantasized and thought about it many times - often when reading one of Jonathan's stories. She had visited the BDSM Forums and even sat in the Lush Basement where BDSM'ers go to chat and play. She found it exciting and quite a turn-on to watch the interactions between Masters and their subs. She thought about trying it more than once, but she felt she didn't know enough about it and didn't want to seem foolish or make a serious. After only about 5 min, she started squirting in my mouth. She looked at me in shock and said, wtf was that? I told her she squirted. She had never done so before. She thought it was a porn myth. Now her pusst is dripping wet, she spits many times all over my coxk, soaking it. I throw her over on her back, lift her legs up and start rubbing my huge head on her tight pissy. She screams...I don't think it will fit! I tell her not to worry. I start to shove it in, as soon as the head pops through. In this particular fantasy, as I look up the ragged walls of the emotional ravine I've slipped into, I see my husband and our kinkster friends above. They stand on the edge of the precipice with their backs to me. I can at times hear them chatting and laughing; at other times, speaking ponderously about the nature of dominance and submission or making inane judgment calls on things that might define people into their neat, tidy compartments.At the top on the other side of this imagined abyss.