“You know what, Einstein?” she focused me from great green eyes, “Nothing is really my size.” Then she giggled the sweetest girly giggle.I nod...ed and smiled at her. And I was amazed as I realized she smiled back at me. And this time it was not her usual “mistress giving her slave a smile but showing him he’s really just a slave” smile, it was an honest straight smile full of the deepest affection.“I really should try it on. It’s that small. So maybe it’s my style.” She said and sounded ironic. She almost didn't feel herself reaching for her slit, fingers tracing along the moistened folds. "God . . . that feels—don't stop," he managed. Christ, he's going to make me cum talking like that. Her head bobbed back and forth, cock slipping in and out of her mouth. Precum tasted bittersweet on her tongue, and she felt her pussy throb, fire spilling through her veins. She pulled her mouth off of his cock with a pop, and slid her tongue along its underside before taking one of. ”I looked at her list and it was heavy on corporal punishment, humiliation and public displays of devotion. She’d answered it as a slave answering for a transgression.“I think some of this might actually kill you,” I said, looking at the list of physical punishments. “I know I don’t have the strength to do all that.”“Not at once,” Beck said quietly. “You said it would take time. After that, I think I’d be convinced to forgive. If someone goes through that, then they’ve spent a long time proving. " I looked around the bar and it seemed pretty full for a Wednesday night.It was mostly couples, not many single men or women. Gail finished her drink and asked if she could have another. I ordered her another rum and Coke. She got about half way through the drink and said that she was feeling it. I asked her if she would like to leave and she said yes. She managed to finish her drink. We got up and headed for the door. We were walking out to car and Gail said "I am feeling horny right now. I.