I got pretty used to walking around the front yard naked too, after Michele dared me to go get the mail naked one lazy Saturday morning. After that, I...made the daily trip to the mailbox without a stitch of clothing on. Sometimes, just for fun and to shock Michele, I would sit on a long bench under the house's wraparound front porch as she drove home from work in the afternoon. Her eyes would grow saucer round as she spotted me sitting naked in the front yard. She would smile, laugh, honk her. I am yours to fuck, to piss on, to humiliate, to share, control or to torture, you are my Mistress, I am yours.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, she started to enter me, her strap-on cock driving easily into my well lubed arse. Deeper and deeper she went till I had it all inside me, and could feel her leaning against my still raised legs. She reached over and pushed the blindfold off, letting me see her for the first time since she arrived. I looked at her, my Mistress, for the first. Then he sent me to my bedroom. I lay awake all night in agony from the beating and in confusion as to howhe had treated me with such contempt but yet with so much affection and careat any time he could have raped me took me for his own and he didn't this Icouldn't understand why had he been so hurtful when he could have been a lotworse I could have been a lot worse it did not matter as I had made my mindup to try and obey him without question whether or not it happened was anotherthing as I. His hips were a blur as he did what dogs do. Marie moaned and groaned as his knot swelled and after several hard thrusts he was tied.Again not moving he growled and came several times. “Oh God I am so full” she wailed “you are a lovely boy and I am your bitch”. He seemed to escape easier this time as I sure her pussy was well stretched and well lubricated. Cum gushed from her as he pulled away. This time he headed into a corner of the room. Vern had not said a word up until now. “Shit that was.