Kayce and I have been so busy lately that we haven't been having as much sex as we normally do. She was constantly working late or we both were far to... exhausted to want to use our last bit of energy on physical activity. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring some life back into us. Thursday night, while I was relaxing, listening to my ipod, she ran into the room and jumped on the bed. The excitement was overflowing. "Why are you so happy?"With a grin she said, "Well, I got. " Are there special rules for me? Do I have to leave the house while you clean it?" Can't you take in a movie or something? I work better alone. I don't want you underfoot." How much to do my laundry too? I can't work that washer and dryer right, and I've let some stuff get piled up. If you do the cleaning and the laundry, and show me how to work the washer and dryer, I'll pay you one hundred dollars. If you show me the washer and dryer secrets first, I'll leave right after, and you can have. I put the handcuffs on him a whipped him until his ass was cherry red. I turned him back around, ripped the jockstrap off of him, and forced him to his knees. I pulled my big dick out of my jeans and forced him to suck it. "Ohh yeah, baby," I said between moans of pleasure. I grabbed his head and started to face fuck him, I forced him to take it all and hold it. He struggled but I was stronger. I finally let him go, only to get a quick breath, I loved feeling my hard tip pushing at the back of. I am thrilled at the thought of being hurt by it, of offering no resistance, of wanting to be hurt.. my heart beats faster, and I am very wet.. I imagine what it might do to me, what I could stand, and then I think what if it pushes me beyond, and I secretly want to be pushed, to be subjected to unspeakable acts, to be taken to another place where I am nothing but thrashed, abused, willing flesh, and it knows this, and is pleased by my craving to be ruined.... -------------------- I sense.