He can keep me in line. I fall out of line he punishes me. I can say I do not like punishments. He likes to use my hard limits against me. Soon enough...I will get used to them and he will have to find something else. Let’s get into a little detail that everyone ask me. How me and my dom can be BF/ and be in a D/S relationship. Kejala and me started into a D/S dom/sub relationship. As him and me hung out, and played, I grew to like each other, I was afraid to show it at first. As time went by I. One by one until the screams began to die down, as she lost blood and consciousness.By the time he got to her pussy, she only made muffled groans, and then nothing, as the pain had completely knocked her out. According to her proffesional judgement, the slave must have been an emotion-type slave, bred just to feel pain more than normal. They are used by cruel men who loves to hear their slaves scream in pain. But these slaves are weaker than usual, and are easy to pass out, just like what just. We’d always climax the same way with Michelle on her back. Me straddling her waist and fucking her tits. Shooting my load all over them and wanting so much to lick them clean and dry. Instead she would just leave my seed there. Letting it dry on her skin. Knowing when she got home that evening, her husband would never suspect that he was eating my load. As he sucked on her breasts while they fucked. “It’s my little secret, and only fair. I know there another woman’s fucking juices all over his. Maybe I was biased, but I thought she was the most beautiful of all mothers I knew, and only one of my teachers could match her looks.After about a day's driving, we arrived at my uncle's and were greeted by him and his wife and daughter, Mona. My cousin had turned into a nice young woman since I saw her just more than a year ago.We all exchanged hugs, and Uncle took mom to her room whilst Elizabeth, Liz for short, took me to mine. We hardly spoke, and she left me as soon as she had shown me.