Sometimes you let me wear a shear garment, but today I was unprepared. I shut the door behind you and quickly kneel at your feet. I can hardly bre...the because I’m so happy you are here. I begin to drip with desire. I caress your legs, your butt, and kiss your hardening cock through your pants. “Damn unscheduled meetings, one after another, keeping me from you!” you exclaim as you grab my hair. “Stop kajira, undress me” you instruct, and I happily oblige. I struggle with the button. I was so anxious to find out what my sweet Susan had planned that I zipped through my shower very quickly. My cock was so hard and in such need of release that I was tempted to stroke myself to orgasm right there in the shower. Yet, I remembered her words, so I resisted the temptation and only teased my cock further as I washed my body. Turning off the water I reached for the towel and quickly dried off. I looked for the clothes I had hung by the shower but they were gone. She must have. She watched as the the messages disappeared from the draft box, confirming that the message had been sent. She had a brief moment of trepidation, but the she thought, ‘Nope! I’ve been too nice for too long!’ The fallout from this was almost immediate. Her mobile phone rang. It was Damien. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Bastard!’ she screamed down the phone and hung up. Straight away the phone rang again. It was her friend Suzie. ‘What’s going on honey? Who’s that woman with Damien in the video? Oh my. ? ?Yes, Master,? she sighed. ?Please punish your slave's arse.? I clicked the trigger on the cordless heat gun, and she screamed. I didn't want to burn her: burning destroys the nerves and the fun's over. I quickly found the heat setting that would bring her skin up in big blisters, then run the blisters together till the skin slid off like wet paper. I worked methodically while she howled ?No Master, no more, have mercy!? I've always loved the sight of her rump all.