Her breasts took the weight and she was forced to pull herself upright again. Her head spun and darkness closed in as she began to lose consciousness... But it did not quite depart. The pain had stopped, her breasts, now bright red, smouldered. The mist cleared from the slave’s eyes and she looked up, but at that moment Mistress Vera brought down the last two strokes in quick succession. One on each of the slave’s swollen nipples. The pain rocketed through the slave’s body and her whole body. .." she replied noncommittally.Realizing that "perhaps" wasn't an outright no, John had to be satisfied with her answer.Alice gave him a mysterious smile, which increased his hopes that "perhaps" would mean a careful yes, but he seemed to have trouble reading what was on her mind."Give me a few minutes please, while I go change into my bikini. After that you can put on your swimming trunks and then you can show me the spot that you found."Closing the flap of the tent behind her and zipping up. And I miss having someone else desire me.My masturbation usually involves reading a sex story or two, then watching progressively hotter movie clips and finishing off on a scene that I found the hottest during that session. Sometimes I'd take pictures of myself, sometimes I'd lay in the tub and piss myself, sometimes I'd finger my ass, but mostly it was the stories and move shorts that bring me off. I also developed a sex toy from a plastic container, foam lining and a plastic bag with lube. I didn't really know how to fix it, or if I even wanted to.I was poked and prodded by some assistants to the healer. Poking and prodding seems to be a universal thing with doctors.The next day someone came by with clothes for me, and told me I should be ok to go back to my tent, but I should take it easy for at least a week. Well, I didn't really feel like running a marathon, so I agreed and limped back to my tent.You know how boring it is to just sit around when you're healthy? It's even worse.