Here for your pleasure..But please Sir... Do not fault me for the pleasure I get from You. I would be foolish if I didn't find you appealing.. You are...so sexy Sire..How could I not enjoy your touch. Enjoy your closeness..Still Master.. I know I am here for Your pleasureFor Your use..I know that my pleasure is because of YouYou are the one that permits itThe one who summons itYou Sire control me completely..My words of complete admission and understanding of who and what I am intoxicates You...I. She is real strict on that and is sort of heavy handed with discipline if you know what I mean."My imagination pictured an older heavy woman holding me down across her lap and counting out my punishment for taking a candy bar into my bedroom. I didn't know if the pictures made me want to laugh or shake with fearful anticipation. I had been spanked before but it was mostly just for silly mistakes I had made and in all honesty, I always found it to be a great stimulant for my own internal. Pulling up to the gate I got out and pressed the intercom the lady at the other end asked who it was and I told her I was her for an interview with john she said I was to drive in and come to reception as she spoke I could hear some giggling in the back ground. I pulled up and went into reception behind the desk was a young girl about nineteen or so. Her hair was in two bunches; she wore a pink blouse which was tight around her bust. She told me john was out and that Amanda would be. I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips.“How are you feeling?”, I asked gently.“Sticky and sore”, she giggled. “I think you shot about a gallon of spunk into my bum.”The flatmate giggled as well.I reached over and grabbed the last towel from the rack, passing it to her. She wrapped it around herself and we all stood there somewhat awkwardly.“I need a Diet Coke”, I said breaking the silence.“Me too”, said my friend.“I need to get fucked”, interjected the flatmate with a giggle.My.