I opened the door to find Monica standing there on the porch. She looked like a movie star with her brown wool skirt and tan cashmere cardigan sweater... Two-inch low heels, large designer sunglasses, a floppy brimmed hat and a very large shoulder bag completed the ensemble. Without even saying hello, she brushed by me to enter the house.Then she said, "Bill, we need to talk. But first I need to use your bathroom."I took a seat on the sofa amused by her staged dramatic entrance. I was eager to. OMG I can't get out of this situation and I belong to HIM. I feel a cold leather riding crop being ran over my skin from my ankle to the point of where my cum has stopped running down on my leg. Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop front and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are. He looked down, grasped my hands gently and ran his thumbs over the backs of my hands. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “You’ll be fine.” I closed my lips and swallowed hard. With a squeeze of his hands, I began. “Alex, we must talk. About us.” “I’m listening,” he replied. Alex brought his hand up to my face and let the pad of his thumb trace my cheekbone. Instinctively I placed my hand upon his, closed my eyes, and rolled my head just far enough to kiss his gentle fingers. When looked back at him,. I could just bearly see the darker band of her stocking top as she began her story. The first thing she said was I want you to take off your pajama bottoms. I stood and pulled them down, I picked them up and folded them neatly. She was pleased to see that I was wearing her favorite chastity cage. It’s stainless and has a screw in tube that goes the full length of my penis in the urethra. She said I want you to stand right in front of me while I describe my night. I took a position right in.