My seduction was too good for him to control any longer. He responded well with good deep French kiss. And at the same time, he started caressing my b...ck and moved his palms on too my back and then stomach and then put his finger in my navel and then slowly his palms came up and found its destination.He started playing with my young and soft breasts, pressing them, pinching my nipples and ooohhhh, what a sensation it was. He simply started kissing me all over my top portion of my body and my. He tells me when to eat, determines where I can go, how to act and what to wear. He lives thousands of miles away, but He marks my body nearly everyday. I am His canvas, His muse. He demands twenty spanks on the right ass cheek, I inflict the contact at his command. His voice, my hand, his marks. My body is His. My holes are His. He is my everything. The taboo world of bdsm and D/s relationships has been glinted at in mainstream literature. In the early 50’s, a woman hid behind a pen name and. He spoke in his quite confidential manner.‘Well ... it was like you expected Val; When she found I wasn’t doing the story business, she became awkward. So I told her I could only do it with your permission.I kept my head on his shoulder to make it easy for him, ‘O K, how did she react to that?’‘ She backed right off and went off to bed.’‘That’s good Dan, that’s what I was hoping.I turned my face up to him and we kissed romantically. ‘You’re a brave prince and you’ll be rewarded.’Then he said. "Now, let's see what you have under that skirt of yours" he said as he reached for my panties. He took them off of me and spread my legs. I was wet, and he smiled when he saw that. He took his index finger and began to rub my clitoris. I sighed. "You have such a nice pussy," he said with a growl in his tone. He laid me down and stuck his index finger inside of me. Slow at first, he fingered me. He gradually got faster and faster. He added his middle finger and kept his rhythm. I moaned. .