Are you glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave, so we can make our relationship permanent?" Yes yes, oh yes I was glad. And thankful ...or her reminder that though my year of chastised hell was nearly over, it was not the ending of the dominance I loved, but the marking of our knowing it would endure. But oh, how I looked forward to the day when the infernal device would be removed from my manhood and I could have the orgasm I'd been waiting a year for. How I longed to thrust. 37 a.m. Was that all?”“That is all. Thank you and goodbye.”Rather than wake her spouses unnecessarily, she went through to the kitchen to make breakfast; mostly cereal and coffee. She scoffed the cereal hungrily, and sat at the table sipping her instant coffee, thinking about her new life in a newly-formed family, in a new colony, on a new planet.She decided that it all suited her. She had a job, a loving husband, and a baby started; everything that a girl could want, apart from riches.. He took the knife and cut the strings down the middle of my corset. My boobs popped out. I had huge boobs for my age they where DD. He started to suck them. I tried to moan but all you can hear is muffled from the gage. He saw that my belly was pierced with a small devil on it. You like dirty, painful things dont you, you little girl? I nodded hoping he doesnt do anything to me. Well youre going to have a lot of fun with me. He took the knife in his hand and brought it down to my shorts. He. ”“How fit is he on the Tom Hardy scale?” Bec curled up in the armchair and wrapped a fleece blanket around her shoulder.The Tom Hardy scale was the rating system we had developed after three years as singletons in London. Zero being our landlord Richard, five for Leonardo DiCaprio’s level of hot, and ten for Tom Hardy.“He’s off the scale.”“Girl! No chance. Better looking than Tom Hardy?” Bec arched an eyebrow and looked at me as though I had just pissed on her favourite dress. “Fuck off. You’re.