My particular apartment had a heated apartment on either side, as well as one above and below. With those windows as well, living there was a lot like...living in a mason jar with the lid screwed on tightly. Believe it or not, I missed drafts. After those thoughts, it was time to head off to the 11AM interview.I planned to be the first one there, however The Judge won that honor. “Been here long?” I asked him?“Just got here,” he replied avoiding my eyes. The Judge was wearing his sailing outfit.. ." then loudly added... "Don't you need help downstairs with that thing you were telling me about?" My heart quickened to a rapid beat. Was he really going to push this further? Thinking I'd go to the stairwell and he'd give me that "OMG I was kidding look", I decided to test the water. We've never pushed the limits this far but I wanted him bad enough to take him up on his offer of sneaking down to the basement, if he was serious that is. Apparently he was because somehow seconds later we. As I lay on the bed recovering, Sam removed her strappy, easing the little bit that sits inside her out and touching it to my lips. I kissed and licked it, tasting her deliciously salty juices and she smiled down at me.‘You can have a lot more of that later.’My visits to clients are lucrative for us both and jealousy never rears its hateful green eye between us, even though we both know that one day she’ll be my full time Mistress and lover. She never treats me like a whore, even though that is. She took a whip from the bedside table."Make a sound and I'll whip you twice as hard for twice as long," she warned.I nodded and gritted my teeth to prepare myself for the punishment. She stepped behind me and I felt her touch on my ass cheeks. Then the biting edge of the whip. I bit my lip and stopped any sound from escaping despite the relentless stinging blows. She stopped for a second to admire her handiwork. "Oh slave your ass is red and raw," she commented."Mmm," I said."Do you think.