It was like I found my queen bee. A special nymph to guide me, but not mine alone. She well knew who I was from the first time my eyes glazed over whe... we met. I saw her garter belt.She cultivated me by talking about the bras and stockings she was wearing now as we chatted, hiking up her skirt to show me the tops of her stockings. Asking me what was my favorite date night lingerie with a smirk? Did she know about my high heels? My garterbelts!? Reaching out to touch my pants Bettie asked me. Finally I paused as I came to rest sitting on her lap with hercock buried deep inside of me. She wrapped her arms around me as sheslowly started small thrusts with her cock. I teetered over her now withmy heels as she started to pick up the pace, driving her cock into me. Itwas amazing. I too was really getting into it too as I too was moving inrythem to meet her cock with each thrust. My silicone tits that were nowfree, were bouncing to the motion.I was the one that was now moaning. I. Then Mistress Vera took out from the same cupboard a pair of latex gloves, a blindfold and a bondage bra. The slave’s eyes lit up when she saw the bondage bra and Mistress Vera could tell how much she wanted it and she was pleased because she remembered how little the slave had liked it when her training had begun a month ago. Consistent coupling of the bra with a vibrator worked wonders, though, and now the bra made her horny even if there was no vibrator. First Mistress Vera blindfolded her. He’d become a passenger in his own head; someone else was at the wheel. In a way, it was less exhausting this way, even if he wasn’t in control of the journey. Sometimes they were speeding down a bumpy road on the way to places they shouldn’t be, and his stomach began to summersault like when on a rollercoaster with lots of loops. Other times the ride was smoother and the destination more promising, but it was never his own choice. This powerlessness reminded him of his youth for many different.