Your breasts, free from the encumbrance of the fabric prison fall into their natural attitude, blood infused nipples standing dark and proud, surround...d by pimpled aureoles.I brush each in turn with the point of the knife, pricking the hardened skin, but not enough to pierce or draw blood just enough to snag the tortured flesh. Then, just as slowly as the previously enacted and deliberate torment, the tip, reversed, travels between your breasts towards a quivering navel. A thin red line traces. Her brilliant green eyes seemed to glaze over."When we got there, we sat on a couch, and he just started kissing me immediately. It was the first time I had ever kissed anyone but my father or mother. It was, um, it was like a switch inside me turned on something I had never felt before. It's difficult to describe. My body wasn't my own. As we kissed, he took my clothes off and touched me everywhere. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel everything I could feel with him." She slowly raised. So to keep her in place I grabbed her by the neck and choked her til she turned red and jammed her onto my fist. she was yelling and screaming so I told her to shut up and she did. "my fist is going in that pussy whether you like it or not", I stated. She cried, "yes madame jay". After she came I rammed my fingers down her throat until she puked up spit and then I turned her over on all fours. I told her keep her ass in the air no matter what. I rammed my fist in her pussy and kept ramming it. I hugged and petted him and we played for a while, which eventually turned into me fondling his cock, something we’d done together two or three times since that first day. This time when his cock was fully emerged from his sheath, I let go instead of masturbating him. Merlin rolled over and stood up, whining, and started thrusting his hips into the air, a few drops of cum flying. I got off my bed and hurriedly stripped off my clothes before sitting back down beside him and stroking his fur..