Part of me wishes that nothing helped. I feel weird without you, and I almost feel bad about adapting to it. Or sad, maybe. We're learning some fas...inating things, though. You'll see the report soon, but I'll just say that we're pretty surprised by the speed some things are happening. We can see tremendous effects already, even if it's only at the microscopic level. Cosmetics aside though, that's the level on which this problem is going to be solved. I know you can't do anything to affect. She didn’t want them to see that she might actually be enjoying some of these degrading experiences they were submitting her to. “Isabella, she’s ready.” Maria felt Natalie move away, and heard another take her place behind her. The swish of a practice stroke with Isabella’s cane was distinctly audible, and Maria felt the wash of displaced air cool across her butt checks. Then the light tap across her ass told Maria that Isabella was lining up for the first stroke. Swish… CRACK! The pain. She had black elbow length gloves. Her legs were covered by black tights and black high heel shoes. The mistress was smiling. Then I realize why she was smiling. One look at her and I had a full erection. The mistress pulled me forward and showed me to the audience and made comments about me. The audience cheered. Then I noticed in the audience was my mother and father. Sitting next to them was that brunette and her blond friend. I had only a quick glance. I notice mom and the two girls wore. If I raped you right now, would you take it? Hmm… I dont think so, I said, laughing a little. He nodded at Dillon, who rose, and walked towards the door. Jason swung his leg over me, and pushed me by my shoulders, his legs were on either side of my chest, pinning me down. I writhed as he got a little closer, thrusting, teasing. I put my hands on his thighs, and tried to push him away, but he took both wrists in one hand, and pinned my arms just over my head. I heard the door shut, and Dillon.