Itaught myself how to put on makeup, how to coordinate outfits, and thebody language of a woman. It's not that hard, really, especially when itseemed ...o come naturally to me - something that just reinforced myconviction that this is what I was meant to do.By my third year on the circuit, I had begun to make a name for myselfand my bookings took me from coast to coast. Wherever I went, I observedthe women around me, how they acted, what they wore and how they reactedto others, especially men. It. They already had Christine naked and artfully trussed. That was the problem. They tied up Christine, not Tess. To be fair, I was having trouble being Cynthia. Sobeit. The show must go on. Cynthia may be the mistress of pain, but all her skills are mine. I would need them.Pacing is so important in this sort of work. I took time to examine each bond and add a few extra touches. They were important, but the time it took to accomplish them mattered more. Then I took my place facing the crowd. I had. His beautiful, glorious cock. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his head, so he could watch me. I looked up at him as I slid his cock across my lips. I parted my lips slightly and let the roughness of my tongue slide up and down his cock.I kneaded his balls with one hand while I licked and sucked his hard prick. "Scooch back", I demanded. He slid his ass back further on to the bed, and I grabbed his ankles. "Hook your arms under your knees", I told him. He followed my instructions, and I. “My uncle owns this place…and I think I can guess your…deviation…bitch!” Her mouth dropped open. Was it suddenly something that other could actually see? Had see begun to send signals without even knowing? “Turn around, bitch..” “What?…but…why..?” “Because you want to…and you need to..” He had both hands on her hip now and he was behind her. There was not very much room, there was book-shelves covering all walls.“We have Von Aschenfick´s book on painless submission here..” he said as he rubbing.