And that was making me tougher. At last, he came and told me to lick all the cum from the floor. I did the same.I then sat on knees after licking he s...apped my face. And took hold of my hairs and pushed me towards the bed. He then untied the ropes and tied my one hand from the bedpost. He came with his leather belt and started whipping on my body. Mostly on my boobs.I wasn’t able to shout because of the tape on my mouth but tears went down. After 15 minutes, he stopped whipping me and brought. I asked her if she knew what she had volunteered for. She looked down, nodding, not looking too happy to be there. I asked her to tell me what she was there to be."I don't want to say it," she said."Please, honey. It won't feel so bad once you've said it. I promise."After some hesitation, and looking down and ashamed she said what I wanted to hear that sexy accent of hers say: "Cumslut."Hearing her say that word made my cock stand straight up. On seeing this her eyes widened and she started to. I had wanted to live there since I was a teenager and usedto take the train in from the suburbs to hang out. Once I graduated fromNYU with my degree in communications, I moved there to a small studioapartment downtown (nowhere near the river though - I could never haveafforded that). While I was in college, I had made a bit of money on theside as a realtor (I had done the coursework and passed the exam onesummer), and I was doing that now while I tried to find a full-time jobafter. I let myself in and went straight for the garden.When I got there she was on all fours facing me digging at some weeds. “Hey hun” she tells me while making sure I can see down her top. Grinning I walked up to her and kissed her on the lips. Something was different this time she tasted of cherry, which was amazing. “New lipstick?” I questioned. “Lip balm, thought you might like it” and she was right it tasted so good.“Cup of tea then?” She asked me while taking her gloves off walking to the.