Without a word or hesitation she began caning the sissy's ass. It was like this every Tuesday. On Monday's Goddess canes sissy's thighs, on Tuesday's ...oddess canes sissy's ass,on Wednesday's Goddess canes sissy's little tits,on Thursday's Goddess whips sissy's thighs,on Friday's Goddess whips sissy's ass,on Saturday's Goddess whips sissy's little tits,on Sunday's Goddess slaps sissy until she is swollen and crying.Each week this repeats.Every morning, before getting dressed and after the. I told her okay and she started to crawl in but this time she lay on top of me and wiggled her butt on to my hardening dick until it fit like a hotdog into a bun. She laid her head back on my chest and gave a little moan.She started wiggling her butt and I just got harder. It was too late to turn back so I reached my left hand up and started rubbing her tits, she moaned more and wiggled faster. I reached down with my right hand and started rubbing the outside of her mound. It didn’t take long. She reached behind her and smeared some of my pre-cum across the top of my glans. "There you are, big boy - Nature's own special lube!" She moved her other hand back and parted the cheeks of her bottom as I eased myself slowly into her.Once I was snugly inside her, she moved her two arms forward to better grip the ledge of the balcony. Her head dropped forward as I thrust, and she moaned: "Oh you fucker! You dirty fucker!" An exaltation that was enough to tip me over the edge. I gripped her. All she knew was that she was miserable. There was no love in her relationship with Catherine, only raw power and abuse. She wondered if this was to be her life, the sexual toy of a sadistic woman who cared little for her own daughter's happiness and who often left her alone while the dominant disappeared into her room.What did she do in there? Sierra wondered. What was the attraction which would pull her away from a willing and naked slave?Knowing she would be punished severely if Catherine.