I felt myself falling under her spell and decided to get out from under before it was too late. It seems I was not really successful. She kept me un...er her spell for almost one hour before she kneeled at the foot of the bed and whispered her apology. "Master, I hope you will forgive your slave for her amateurish performance. I promise to try to do better the next time." I must have drifted off to sleep then. But I hazily remember her laying on my left, snuggled in the crook of my arm, our. It was fun. I found myself charmed by this handsome, friendly Arab guy who drank a lot of alcohol, flirted with girls left and right, ate pretty much anything and only went to mosque when pressured by his mother. He told me he disliked the mosque because his Imam made the women pray in a separate room. Farouk believed in gender equality. He told me about a certain Indian American female journalist who legally fought against a mosque for the right of Muslim women to pray in the same room as men. She placed the needles point against Phillipas pink nub, staring into her hazel eyes. Will you be my mate? Britney purred. To take no other as your lover? To stay mine forever? Yes! she moaned. Make me yours! Her cunt squeezed on Britneys cock as the needle pierced her nipple clean through. Phillipa gasped and moaned, pain and pleasure mixing together. Britney fucked a little faster, savoring the feel of her mates cunt as she plowed her pussy and threaded the first Slave Ring through her. “OK, well it all started when I discovered that getting spanked made me horny as hell. It happened first when I was seven, but I had no idea what was going on, and no idea the feelings I had were sexual or that you called those feelings being horny.“I got in trouble at school. I came home with a note from the teacher. I was still wearing my school uniform. The note was sealed, so I had no idea what it said. Dad read the note and told me I had behaved badly at school. He said the teacher was.