So I straddled her legs and knelt on either side of her legs sitting on my own legs above her knees. Working her hamstrings once again she told me tha... it felt much better now. As I worked her hamstrings my hands would wrap around the inside and outside of each thigh like I was stroking my own cock. I stroked her thighs right up to where they joined her crotch. I could feel the tender skin of her pussy lips as they met my fingers. As the thumb of my hand slid upwards I intentionally lifted it. Slave, restrain X ready to be disciplined.”I led X to the kneeling stool and she apprehensively lowered herself to her knees. I secured her ankles, making sure her legs were forced slightly apart. Master liked a good view of his slaves pussies when he was punishing them so he could see what effect he was having on them!I pushed her forward and fastened her wrists to the legs at the front of the stool. I could see in her eyes that she was terrified and she looked at me for reassurance. I stroked. I probably let it go on a bit long as I'd let my finger run ever so slightly along her slit, enough to feel her growing wetness, and delicately tease her clit. Eventually, I leaned down, bringing my face to her pussy, just enough so she could feel my warm breath as my mouth approached her wetness. After teasing her with my sniffing and breathing across her pussy, I took a few soft and hesitant licks along her slit, then assumed my usual voracious pussy eating. She was no stranger to my tongue,. I had received the papers of one such individual only this week, a 42 year old man with a possible split personality disorder. He however didn’t show the usual traits, the snap over from one personality to another with this man was odd in that he could be both at once according to his wife. He had a tendency to want to love a woman and to hate them and abuse them at the same which was certainly an interesting observation!If his aggression was as his wife had said then we needed to sort his.