The gesture seems unusually caring, until his hand darts to your left nipple, twisting it between his fingers and sending pain stabbing through your c...est. He continues talking calmly as he holds your abused nipple tightly, watching you squirm on the fat dildo impaling your ass. "You will not orgasm without permission. Pleasure is a privilege, not a right for slaves like you. If you do, you will be punished. On the rare occasions that I allow it, it will be a reward for loyal and attentive. This was several months before Molly started to dominate her mother, so the black leather shorts, with a zip all the way from front to back, thigh length stiletto boots and open harness bralet remained hidden in the wardrobe, along with the whip, restraints and paddles.After carefully shaving away each other’s last of the sun-bleached pubic hair, they settled on very short cutaway yellow sundresses, which left no opportunity for underwear to Rosie’s great delight, when the photos popped up on. " "Then you probably should get one, Sir. 'Cause I have a feeling you're gonna need it." She giggled. "Um, sorry, Sir." "All right." "Like most things, Sir, it's up to you. I will accept the punishment you choose to give me. Just be consistent and fair. I'll get used to it." "You're gonna have a sore ass tonight, Annie." I smiled ruefully. "It's okay, Sir. It'll be a good reminder." I checked the time. It was starting to run out. "Okay then, here goes." I tapped the paddle against her ass a few. She started to get a little more distant and our sex life just seemed to stop.I tried to talk with her about it, but she said that things were ok with her. But there were always little things at night. She had a pad she heated in the microwave. She would then place on the area that hurt, such as her leg, arm, or stomach. It got to the point I just stopped trying. I swear to God I thought she was cheating on me. I spent a few weeks in surveillance mode and but nothing out of the ordinary.