She wants her ass spanked. I turn the tv up and begin to strike her ass with my belt. Laurie cries out at the first feel of leather - I do not permit...her to so. I find it important to control how much she yells and cries when I punish her. Taking her wet panties, I force her mouth open and put them in - they act nicely as a wet, smelly, gag. Laurie accepts it willingly.Her legs spread wide, ass hanging on the edge of the chair, breasts against her legs - she is bent so that her head is forced. I had seen skimpy little thongs and g-strings strewn around the house and would hear moans and groans of masturbation maybe once a week through the bedroom wall. Despite this mom behaved and dressed conservatively in front of me. We would never discuss love lifes or things of that nature. My fantasies had caused a stirring in my pants as my cock grew hard. As my dick grew to full mast I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Shit, mom must be home early" I thought to myself, tucking my chair. An assortment of leather masks, ball gags andhandcuffs along with whips and a frame attached to the wall. A longleopard skin covered couch placed in front of this restraint framewould allow me to pose before my new clients.I wanted to earn a living as a leather queen - sex without the messybits!!Clothing and shoes would be everything.I bought a tight black leather corset and began to wear it most ofthe time. I had my penis pierced and a large ring inserted throughit. "A Prince Albert," the. Like the bike but better. I got the name because my mother is half Japanese and I got them chinky sexy eyes. Besides I love motorcycles. I am going to get me one, one day. My father is a black and half a pimp, dead beat dad. I live here in Baltimore Maryland. “The home of the Wire” as they say. My mother and father were like a lot of other young parents; all they chose to do when they was young was party and not be responsible for the child they had. So when I was six weeks old my father left.