“I don’t think there’s anything I’d like better”, I replied with a wink, and I walked in to her home.“You look...amazing”, I said as we ...at down on her couch and she flipped on the T.V.“Thanks! You aren’t looking so bad yourself there hotshot”, she said warmly.After a few minutes of talking, we decided to put on “American Pie”, one of our favorite movies.“Make yourself comfortable, because you’re probably gonna be here for a while”, she told me with a look on her face that told me she was into. Her mouth gaped. "What?" "Take off your clothes, please, starting with your blouse." Susan was not an aggressive or assertive woman. There was nothing forceful about her; instead, she was submissive, acquiescent, compliant. Years of physical abuse at the hands of her father and years of sexual and physical abuse at the hands of Madame Sharon had made her as pliable and supple as a mindless willow branch. She wanted only to please others, especially her mistress, no matter the pain or the misery. With that said she started shaving me, I was starting to get a hard on, then after she finished shaving my cock/balls she tide rope around the cock/balls making them stay hard. She dyed me off lead by my cock in to the master bedroom a cuffed me to the four post bed spread equal up right.Then she put a leather corset on me real tight I could all most not breathe, there where wrest/ankle cuffs then a collared with a two headed dildo gag shoved in my mouth then bulked in place.She then put 4”. Carol told me she was going to get something and not to move. Again I compiled with her wishes. She came back spread my legs grabbed my dick. Her hand was warm and wet. It felt like she had lotion or lube on her hand. She began to jerk me off slowly. It felt great. Next she started to rub my legs with her other hand. It seemed like that hand also hand lotion on it. She went up and down my legs and to my butt. She instructed me she was going to do something and I better not move. I agree. Her.