She assumed it was her boyfriend Ray watching the TV. So she walked in the bedroom to surprise him and what she got was a surprise she had not counted...on. There was Ray with a girl in their bed. She turned beet red with anger and told them both to get dressed and get out. Mandy could not believe she was working herself half to death just so he could play around in their bed that she had bought.A day later Ray and all his belongings were gone. What belonged to him was in storage and he moved. She had already been subjected to caning, whipping, flogging, slippering, belting and some stinging nettles that left her unable to sit down for several days.After extensive exposure to all manner of disciplinary devices, she had decided that the good old fashioned palm of the hand on her backside or a well-designed paddle was her preference of bottom pounding equipment. She seldom asked her bed partners to scratch her special itch of needing these degrading sessions of harsh treatment. Most of. Please may I....please may I eat it...master?” I sounded so pathetic, like less than an animal, but even as I said it, I knew it wouldn't be enough. “Eat what, dog? What would you like to eat, dog?” Each time she said 'dog', she stressed it, sending a shiver of humiliated arousal through my body. Looking up at my owner, seeing how much she was enjoying this, enjoying humiliating and degrading me in this way, I found the courage and strength to do as she wished. “Please master may I eat the dog. " She then took six golf sized balls out of the bag. Then six more almost the size of tennis balls. Each one was brightly colored. Sal was still bent over the arm of the couch with her legs spread and she was bound so she could not move. The mom took the golf sized balls and began to push them in Sal's ass. One by one they stretched her asshole and disappeared inside. She did not stop till she had all six in her. Then she took the next six balls and pushed them inside her cunt. Her cunt opened.