"Now, this time Mr.P., put your hands in back of your head. Grip your fingers tightly. If I were a commercial domme I'd have you in restraints, but ... hope it won't be necessary. I'm going to start lightly. Being a sub, youv'e been penis whipped before?" He nodded, lying. Still, loving the feel of her hand cupping and squeezing his balls, being in her power, his erection rampant in front of her face, he couldn't mentally force his hardon down at all. "Don't be ashamed to cry or make. Is there anything i CAN do for you to get you off?" Well, if you could treat me like Ken used to, that might do the trick." What did Ken do to you that got you off?" her friend asked her."Ken was more than my husband, he was my Master." Master? Master as in how?" Master in that he made all the decisions in our bed, in our sex life." Oh? What kind of decisions?" Decisions as in when we'd have sex, what we did, whether or not I got to cum, that sort of thing." He did? You gave yourself to him. In bed she was a forceful, sadistic and almost animal-like lover. Within a short time I felt almost addicted to her. We were engaged in two months.Shari's family freaked me out. Nobody ever talked to me. They looked at me and derided "he's not one of us". Insulted, I never stopped to think about what they met. Shari for her part, cold also be, well, odd. She joked about having "powers". Sometimes she acted like she really believed she did. When we'd go out, she would point out some attractive. “This song always reminds me of you.” I said. “Really? Why?’ “Do you remember the freshman dance I asked you to go to? When I picked you up you were wearing a blue dress. Satin top, velvet skirt.” “Now that you mention it, I do remember. We were too young to drive, so your older brother drove us to the dance. I had fun. You were very funny and a decent dancer, but I have to ask, why didn’t you kiss me goodnight?” Somewhat embarrassed, I replied, “I guess I was too afraid you wouldn’t ….um”.