”“Really?”“Really,” Lisa assured me. “Do you think you want to act on those thoughts?”“I want to, but I know I shouldn’t.”There wa... an uncomfortable silence, and visions of Lisa calling the police and me ending up in jail flashed through my brain before Lisa spoke again.“You’ve trusted me with a big secret. Can I trust you with a bigger one?” she finally said.“Yes. You can tell me anything.”“I have acted on those thoughts.”I was stunned. “You mean...”“Yes, both James and I have sex with Matt. I can't get away from the plug and he begins to push it in and out, harder, faster. I can't hold off any longer."Master, may I please cum?" I ask breathlessly. There's no answer, just the feeling of the plug, going deeper every time he pushes it in. I feel owned, completely submissive to his will. I will give him whatever he wants, let him do whatever he wants, I just want him to let me cum. "Please" I ask again, having trouble getting the words out, "Please, Master, let me cum." Still. From what I have seen, you are very orgasmic. Not really like what Mike told me about you at all.” “What did you just say?” “I said that you were very orgasmic.” “Not that. You said that Mike had been talking about me.” “Oh, he just said that you did not come when he fucked you; that is all. I know that a long hard penis like his would make me come, time and time again. That is why I assumed that you were frigid.” “I’m frigid, eh? When I get my stitches out, I’ll show you if I am frigid.” “Yes,. They thanked her and we were ready to go. We were able to exit the building without any fuss and were in the limo headed for DFW shortly thereafter. Traffic was a bitch, as usual but we got to the private terminal at 9:45. David was there and had already completed the preflight. We were ready to go so everyone boarded and I took the controls. The girls were duly impressed as they buckled in and I came on the intercom. I did the usual pilot spiel like you hear on a commercial flight. I could.