I hope that my imagination impresses you. I have written it in third person and you may assume that a female slave is narrating this story to her mast...r as he demanded for it.It was late at night and I was chained to the wall and you came in and you smiled at me then you let me down. I didn’t try to leave and you knew I wouldn’t try. I smiled when you turned your back to me and I sat on my knees patiently waiting for your orders. When you turned around you told me to look up and I did. I saw. ”Neither seems to be complaining about me paying. Wonder why Pat nervously reached over to hold my hand?Sally climbed in the back to buckle into the middle seat. Pat didn’t try to even hide it as she unbuttoned her shirt to just below her bra. When she turned toward me to get into the car her tits were on full display.I guess she is really trying to see how far she can make herself go with a stranger, or something.When she was facing the front, she leaned down like she was trying to find the. Truly in his mind it was worth the pain. The subtle change had made all the difference, this yard, like their home was a castle. Their own little slice of heaven.She watched as he settled further into his skin, smiling at the changes the little things produced in him. She had picked up the shortened, modified lunge whip on the way to the backyard and now set him in the middle of the grass. The whip itself was designed as a teaching tool, leaving nothing more than a vague sting. Watching the. And when I say we love it, I know that I can’t get enough of it and he’s an anal enthusiast to say the least. I’m not submissive, I just adore a big, juicy, hard dick in my asshole. If I had my way, I could take a dick in my ass every day, twice a day if I had the chance. Gregory, on the other hand, likes to keep a little variety in our sex lives so he has me on anal restriction. I can only get butt fucked twice a week so I have to ration it out until I’m desperate for it and I can’t take.