"Y.. yes Mistress Black... I.. I don't ever want to cum like a boy againMistress Black," Maddy replies, tears welling up in her eyes." But you'd love ...issy here to cum in your sweet ass wouldn't you bitch? Oreven in your ruby lips?"Maddy's eyes trail appreciatively down my body, stopping at my now rigidcock. "Maddy.. hungry Mistress... " she murmurs, one hand slowly runningover her smooth metal crotch."Oh my... well.. maybe if the guests next week ask for a show Maid?"Mistress Black chuckles.. . I don’t know what else?”“Miss Crabtree, what are you talking about? I was walking by your room and heard you singing,” I stopped and said.“Don’t cry please? It only makes you even hotter.” She slapped at my shoulder.“Thank you. Maybe, in a few years we could sit down and talk about this chemistry you exude. You had better wash your face,” she added, wiping her lipstick off my lips.“Maybe, I could forget a few more times?” I said with a lecherous smirk on my face.“Michael, I didn’t know you. “Shut the fuck up!” I snapped bringing the belt down hitting both her cheeks. I only did this a couple of times but each time she just screamed. I reached up and grabbed the small panties. I yanked them down to around her knees then smashed the belt down against her bare ass ten times, the entire time Sarah was screaming and crying for me to stop, that she was sorry and that she would never make fun of me again. She was begging me to stop and I almost did before I looked down between her. " ... because you're bored?" You feed back to her, questioning the legitimacy of her statement.She laughs as she gets a bit flustered. "Yes. I'm not one for idle hands. I'm serious, though. One request." And it can be anything?" You ask her. You walk toward your couch and sit down. She followed and sits down next to you. her face, her body they're a little closer to you than you're use to. You process that happy fact for a moment before you redirect your mind to her proposition. "So....