She needed tobring him round slowly, and introduce him to the next stage of herprocess. It was still very much experimental, but she was so pleased to...ave been able to take the opportunity to try out the method she had usedas the basis for her Psychology PhD.Chris had spent the night bound to the chair, hooded and with acontinuous loop message of her voice playing through headphones,explaining that he was submissive by nature and should not fight againstthis revelation. Her theory was that. I was walking home along a wide alley where garages backed onto houses one dusky evening. I thought it was quiet when I looked down there bearing in mind it runs for a good quarter mile but generally there’s no trouble. It was quiet until half way when a group of these girls appeared from a side gate ahead of me. Loud music came from their house so I’m guessing there was a party in full swing. There were five of them in all, probably aged between eighteen and twenty, all in little hot pants. I bucked and writhed, twisting in my seat to try to avoid the floggers devilish licking, but this only served to force more of the huge dildo into my cunt. I tried very hard to focus on gazing into this blue eyes, stormy now as he worked the flogger over my tightly bound tits . Time seemed to stop as I sat there while Master did his work. My poor bloated tits were slapped and whipped, my nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted. My tits had never experienced pleasure and pain like it. I screamed. Nice knickers as well,” Moby giggled. “Not a cheap smelly bitch as usual Pakis heh heh!”“Nice young cunt, no smelly finger either.”Belle cringed at the crude language and debated with herself whether to go out to the alley and challenge them. Luckily the piss hadn’t got near the radish and onions and to add to them she picked tomatoes from the small greenhouse and resolved to hose down the open air cultivations immediately. She placed the dish and scissors on the window cill, un-reeled the hose.