For a moment I don?t feel you, and I don?t know where you are until I feel a sharp pinch on each nipple, as you put clamps on them. I whine a bit, nip...les aching, and you respond by giving each breast a firm slap, and whisper ?good girl.? Gently, You yank on the chain, connecting the clamps, my body moving with the yank to relieve the aching pain. You leave me be for a moment. The guests murmur remarks about my body, my composure, and what they want to see done. My thoughts quickly come back. Anyway this didn't work and for a few of years after he still played the field, I even agreed to a number of FF/M 3som's (very enjoyable) but then he became my man and was off limits to ALL other women It's now been 20+ years, marriage, house, family, later and he has come up with a very kinky game to play, now I must say, we still have great sex, I always come, I have great respect for him, our marriage couldn't be better, so I was surprised when the other day he said to me lets play a dirty. I shudder as your breath tickles my neck.'Stand still whore' You command, and i do as you say.You take a knife from the kitchen and cut my uniform from my body.I try to protest, I will need it for work tomorrow, but you just spank me and tell me not to move again.My uniform falls to the floor around me.You hit me hard in the small of my back.'How dare you not wear matching underwear slut!' You yell.'Sorry master'You put a collar and lead around my neck and tell me to continue with the mopping,. "I hear that there is an ancient fair held each year in a place called Little Sprodwell. This is a festivity which has roots going far back into the pagan and pre Celtic past of this country where each year is re-enacted an ancient pagan sacrifice of a young maiden as an appeasement of the fertility gods." Bollocks!" said Professor Potts-Johnson in his reedy and querulous tones. "And the full name of that one-horse arse hole of the universe is Little Sprodwell under Fosse - God help us all!" I.