" "Yes, Master I understand. I want to become the best submissive I can. I want to learn all I can from you, and learn to please you in every way," sh... said, snuggling closer. "Well, I just want you to know that there will be times when you may not understand why I make you do something, but you must trust that whatever I call on you to do is only to make you more pleasing to me." "I trust you, Master. I know you would only do what is needed to make me a better submissive." "I am glad to hear. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. His cock was a curvy 8 inches uncut with nice sized balls. HE sat down on the couch half hard. "crawl to me boy!" I got on all fours and slowly crawled with my ass up swaying side to side. He grabbed my head and pulled it to his balls resting his shaft across my face. I immediately sucked one of his nuts into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I then licked my way up to the head of his dick and sucked it into my mouth. He became fully hard in my. There were Indian coworkers, Asians, latinas and of course black woman too. Especially my direct colleague. Her name was Nancy and she had to be a descendant of a goddess. Always wearing red lipstick, Skirts or dresses that comforted her well formed body perfectly and sometimes I could swear that her chocolate brown legs were a tint darker from stockings. I always liked my woman with a bit more on the hips, since I wasn’t from the skinny department either, but her curves were perfectly.