Fortunately my current boyfriend and Master is well versed in finding creative ways of ensuring that I remember my place and behave like a proper slav... should. There are two main types of punitive measures that he likes to employ. What I would call corporal and non-corporal, the latter of which tends to get pretty creative and frankly can be a lot worse.Now I should make it clear right now that I am not a pain slut. This is important because you can’t use corporal punishment on a pain slut. Gotcha!"Hon I have an idea how maybe I could help you with your sore chestproblem. You know, since you don't want to wear heavy shirts. But you doneed something that would help. Like something to cushion those sweetsore little nips." Man, this was so much fun talking to him like this.And he had gotten more relaxed too. The plan was moving ahead at fullsteam.I went to my dresser and opened a drawer. "You're going to think this iscrazy but it just might work. Please be open minded about it. ”Diana shook her head.“No, I’m talking about a little extra special kind of sucking.”Brigida flashed a weary smile.“Ah! Yes – that just might do it!”“Can you move?”“I think so. All I have to do is suck, right? I think I can manage.”They crawled wearily back onto the bed. Vartorix knelt there triumphantly. His massive, glistening erection bristled, standing up almost flat against his rippled stomach, taunting them. A finger-sized vein throbbed on one side of it.“Back for more, vixens? You can’t. It was supposed to have lasted a year. Michael’s attorney said that they had to live together, so Isla moved into Michael’s condo. They did not share a room in the beginning. One year Isla thought she could handle that until Michael began acting like a real husband. He cared for her. Soon they fell into a routine. They would eat dinner together most nights. They began anticipating seeing one another. Isla felt herself being too attached so she tried pulling back, but Michael would bridge each.